Part 8-Weaknesses
"I'm going home." Gaara turned and left, followed closely by Ritsuko
"Gaara! Are you-" Temari called out after her younger brother. When he disappeared in a whirl of sand she resumed her training. That look… Shukaku is getting stronger… Niisan… Temari clutched her chest as she thought about her younger brother.
She pulled out another scroll and inspected the label. "Iron fan style, eh?" She opened the scroll; it was a beginner's scroll for learning the basics of iron fan taijutsu, Mum used to use this style… She had only been three when her mother was taken from her, but she could remember some of the times she held up Kankurou to the window to watch her train, before her father did that to her and Gaara.
She rummaged around in her bag, she had scrolls, medical aids, weapons, almost everything a Shinobi could possibly need. She pulled out two metal fans, they weren't iron, but it would have to do for now. She cracked them open and looked at the diagram. "Iron fan whirlwind? That's basic!" She stared at the scrolls in dismay, she was supposed to hold them both out in front of her, one facing up and the other facing down, and use her chakra to spin them apparently she was supposed to become so proficient with this skill she would be able to manoeuvre them and use it as a proper attack, "here goes…" she sighed.
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He sat on the edge of his bed and stared at his gourd, it was weird, normally the sand would dissipate within a few days of him coming back to the village but it had been five months and it was still there… taunting him…
You should have killed her
Shut up
You know you wanted to… you wanted to see her blood spill across the desert and sink into the sand… you wanted to hear her scream… you wanted to smell the scent of fresh blood around you…
I didn't
You wanted to kill her…
No, you're wrong, I don't want to kill anyone
What about that assassin the other day, what about when you killed her?
That was different
How?
I lost control over you and you took advantage
You enjoyed it
I didn't
You loved the look on her face when she realised you were going to kill her!
Shut up
You loved the sight of her blood mixing with the sand
Shut up!
You loved it when she screamed, when she tried to escape the desert graveyard
Shut up!
You loved it when her blood and the sand splattered everywhere
SHUT UP!
You loved killing her
"SHUT UP!!!!" He slammed his head against the wall, naturally, the sand was there to protect him, but his head connecting with the hardened sand did worse damage than the wall would have done. Blood poured from the cut across his forehead that was left by the sand. He laughed; it wasn't a happy laugh, rather an insane laugh. He wiped his hand across his forehead and looked at the blood on his hand. This… This is MY blood. He laughed again, this time louder, more insane. Blood dripped from his brow and splashed on the floor.
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A/N- Suspense *cue thriller music* … dum, dum, dummmmmmmmmmm