TEE HEE!!
Sasori raced into the dojo, sidestepping all of the guards and junior / amatuer swordsmen. He walked straight into the dojo, then sighed as he remembered the ethnic code of the dojo. 'And I looked so cool comng in here, too.' He retraced his steps and removed his shoes as the door, stared at Gaara's for a second, and raced into the dojo again.
"SABAKUNO GAARA, SHOW YOUR FACE RIGHT NOW!" he yelled. A second later, a flash of red hair emerged. Sasori grabbed said redhead by the collar.
Gaara hand a hand on his. "Now now. All i wanted was a fight. I will apologize to Deidara san later, because I do feel slightly bad for using him in this manner." he looked at Sasori. "But that doesn't change the fact that I want to fight you."
His eyes glinted. Sasori looked at him. 'This guy's serious.' he frowned. 'Which means that he won't return me Deidara till I fight him.' He released Gaara and nodded as the other bands stumbled in. "Fine, you whelp." he said monotonously.
"But don't except anything other than an honest fight." he reminded, and Gaara, knowing that he'd agreed to fght, had a malicious look on his face. "Or course." he replied, and he brought Sasori to the room containing all the suitable equipment. They put on guards and the appropriate pieces, and Gaara called out a friend he seemed to know.
"Hi," she said, tossing her steel silver hair over her shoulder. "I'm Hatake Kisse, and I'm going to help you referee the match today." she smiled and ticked off number 1. "First, the normal rules of a Shinwha match apply. You will not hit while your oppoenent's back is turned, and you will not hit when he is down, ect. Number 2," she tcked off another finger, "The max pointing is 10. Whenever a vital organ, namely the heart or lungs are struck, a point will be counted." she nodded. "You know the rest, so are you ready?"
Sasori looked at his sword, fingering the Hatake symbol etched into it. 'Fine quality,' he thought, 'And even if it weren't, I can win.'
Gaara looked at Sasori and held up a hand. "Before we begin, I have something to ask." he said. Kisse and everyone else looked at him. Sasor in particular, looked at him straight. "What is it?" the Tsukisa member asked. Gaara swept his fringe out of the way and a glimpse of his Ai tattoo could be seen for a second.
"How come you changed so much?" he asked, and Sasori's eyes widened.
"Ever since that person died, you've grown so distant. You worked so hard to maintain a perfect reputation, for 11 years!!" Gaara looked aside. "And then you just left, threw all of it away. Why?! Why did you change your mind??! Everything you've worked for, your threw it all away for this band." Gaara looked at him scathingly.
"To throw away something others would die to have so casually," he pointed the sword inches from Sasori's face, "You'd NEVER understand how I feel!!"
Sasori sighed as the dead silence resounded throught the room. Then he pushed Gaara's sword aside with the flat of his hand, cutting it in the process, intentionally, it seemed. He licked at the wound slowly, and said, "First of all... That person was my father."
Gaara glared at him.
"Second of all, I know how badly you wanted the inheritance, Gaara, but seeing as I was his son, Akasuna Dojo's and schools all came under my name." Sasori looked dead stoned as he contnued. "And i'm sorry you feel that way, but Gaara, picture yourself in my position."
There was a pause. "Akasuna Dojo's were known everywhere. Thousands attended the branches of schools located throughout Asia." he pointed his sword at Gaara now.
"830 500." he said, and everyone stared. Hidan nudged Kakuzu, but the other did not respond, heariing everything Sasori was about to say before.
Gaara narrowed his eyes. "What?" he asked.
"The number of people i'm responsible for. The number of lives that answer to me, the number of people I control, and the number of lives i impact." Sasori communicated straight to Gaara. "It's just short of 830 500."
A still silence ensued, and Sasori, getting into a fight stance, ended off,
"You carry that amount of responsibility on your back, and we'll see just how long you can bear it, without changing."
Deidara blinked.
It was an unfamiliar setting, he realised, and this presented him with an omnimous feeling. he looked around and saw a glass of water with a note under it.
[Once you are awake, you may proceed to call us through the intercom for assistence.]
He looked around the room. On the wall next to the bed, there was a intercom box, and he drank from the glass to wake himself up, waiting for someone to respond.
"Hello?"
Deidara frowned. "Hi. I'm Iwa Deidara... mind telling me where I am, un?"
"Ahh yes. You're in room 22, if you would just proceed to turn left after exiting the room, you'll be able to see your friends."
-click-
Deidara's eye twitched. That didn't exactly answer his question, but he'd deal with it later. He finished off the last gulp in the glass and pushed open the sliding doors smoothly, allowing the light to enter the otherwise rather dark room. He rubbed his eyes and turned left as instructed.
'Last thing I remember, Gaara kun had done something and I fell asleep, un...' he growled. 'But first thing is to find the rest, un... are they in here somewhere, un?'
"Sasori!!"
Deidara stopped and looked behind one of the doors, sliding it open a little. His eyes widened, and he pushed the door wider some.
"Deidara?" Itachi came up next to him. Hidan pounced on him. "ASSHOLE!! We were so worried about you!! Getting kidnapped and all that." he growled as he messed up Deidara's hair, and the blonde looked completely stoned as Tobi put a hand on his shoulder.
Deidara looked at them with obvious gratitude as he sighed. "Thanks, un, you guys." he looked at the Akaku members and Sasuke and his friends. "Where Sasori, un?" he asked. Then, narrowed his eyes a little, "And where's Sasori, un?"
It was a classic case of "Missing the Forest for the Trees".
Deidara's head was pushed to face the main sunken floor of the room, and his eyes widened. "What... What's this, un..." he muttered, and he was held back by Itachi and Hidan as he stepped forward. "Let me go, un!!" he shouted, and Sasori and Gaara's eyes averted to him.
Gaara was panting far more than that of Sasori, and there seemed to be a serous wound on his head, as blood had stained his hair to an even darker colour, and the red liquid had dripped onto his clothing in a mixture of sweat, staining it thoroughly. His upper arms were littered with cuts from Sasori's sword and his right had had a deep wound that caused some blood to dry in a trail off his fingers. There was blood dripping from his mouth, though Dedara suspected it wasn't due to the fight.
Sasori had a cut on his right upper cheek and his left arm appeared useless (which was lucky since he utilised his right arm more than his left while he was fighting). His hair was touseled as though he'd just woken up from a long nights sleep, and his sweat was dripping down his chin. His left leg was positioned in front of his right as he stopped in a freeze, and strightened, swinging his sword over his right shoulder. He had a blood crazed look in his eyes, one that instantly disappeared and was replaced with a small smle while he looked at Deidara.
"Yo." he said, grinning.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN, 'YO', UN??!!?" Deidara shouted, and Sasori sweatdropped. He put his sword down on the floor and then lifted his right hand to rest it on Deidara's left shoulder. "Nothing. Are you ok?" Sasori asked, and Gaara put a hand up comically, interrupting and saying in a low voice, "Oi, oi, we're still in the middle of the match... Kisse never gave either of us a time out." Sasori ignored him as Deidara nodded. "Mm, un. I guess so, but what are you doing, un?" he asked. Sasori followed his gaze to the knee and arm guards he had on, and he smirked.
"What am I doing?" he released Deidara and turned around with his eyes closed nonchalantly. "I'm fighting, of course." Gaara twitched and prodded him a little. "Oi, stop taking me lightly, you!" he muttered, and Sasori picked up his sword again. "Alright, alright, I heard you. Annoying pest." he said,and Deidara piped up, "It's not good to fight, un. Your blood pressure will go up and you'll die of stress and unnatural causes, un. And you only get to eat stupid... porridge-y stuff, un." he finished lamely. Sasori laughed, walking past Gaara and ruffling his hair like a child. Gaara glared at him and charged.
"DAMN YOU, FUCKING AKASUNA!!!" he yelled, and Sasuke and his friends' eyes widened. This was the first time in a long, LONG time they'd seen Gaara lose it.
Sasori smirked, and in a flash, he kicked his right leg up high, and the front of his leg connected with Gaara's chin.
Kisse and the others gasped. Gaara was on the floor for a split second before he got up and wiped a trail of blood from his mouth. "You bloody cheat, you're only allowed to use your weapon during the fight!!" he yelled at Sasori, pointing his sword at him accusingly for the second time that day.
Sasor smirked and put a hand on his right hip, sighing while panting. "Let me get this straight." he said, blowing his fringe out of the way as he leaned a little closer to Gaara's figure on the floor.
"Are you telling me you expect me to PLAY FAIR when it comes to this? Someone i like?"
Deidara looked around at the people who had wide eyes and were staring at him. He flushed and focused on the two in the dojo.
"You're the one who asked for this, Sabaku." Sasori said, grinning. Gaara siezed the opportunity and whacked him one on the side of his head with the boken, but Sasori got up almost immediately. He smiled sadistically.
"Oh, Kakuzu... a mosquito bit me." he said nonchalantly, and Kakuzu smirked under his mask.
"Then you just have to swat it to death."
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