Bozenjishitsu
You know how I said I was going to describe Rynn and Kyu? Well, this is Kyu's chapter. The next one is Rynn's. Read and see how hot they are! (Cuz they are... I mean seriously, me and Kage made em up!)
Chapter Fifteen: Akumu
Kyu, for the hundredth time that night, threw down the last of her cards and said, "I'm out. King."
Naruto grumbled angrily, looking down at the nine cards he still had to put down. "Dammit, I think this game is jinxed to give Dirt bad cards!"
"Or maybe you just suck at the game," Temari suggested, putting down the last of her cards, as well. "Queen."
Naruto glared at her, and Gaara smirked. "She's right, you know. You have no strategy."
"Shut up!" Naruto snapped. "When's my escort getting here? I'm tired of losing!"
"When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie," Kankurou answered, examining his own cards, frowning slightly.
Naruto raised an eyebrow. "Ok, I don't even know what that means."
"They'll be here when they get here," Kyu answered. "Just be patient. They won't be coming until nightfall, anyway."
"Why not?" Naruto asked, frowning Naruto-style.
"The desert kills during the day, from eleven to five," Kankurou answered. "The wind's enough to rip your skin off your bones. Unless it's super urgent, we never travel during those hours, and tend to stay inside."
"Is that what the sand on the walls is from?" Naruto asked, indicating the layer of sand covering the buildings.
"Actually, that's a shield," Temari answered. "It's sort of like an igloo. It helps keep the heat out, and makes it so the houses don't blow down in a sand storm."
"I don't get what's so horrible about sand storms," Naruto commented as Gaara, too, placed his last cards, claiming the place of 'Lady-in-waiting.' (A/N: -imagines Gaara in an old fashion dress, waiting on Temari- How cute!)
"That's because you haven't been out in one," Kankurou answered.
"Have you ever been out in one?" Naruto asked, closing his eyes and frowning at Kankurou (You know the look...)
"How can you see like that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. (H-R: You do it, too!) Shaking it off, though, he answered, "Yeah, once. When I was five."
"What happened?" Naruto asked. Kyu, who had obviously already heard this story, grimaced.
"It's like being caught in a tornado," Kankurou answered, laying down two threes. "If you don't grab onto something, you'll get swept up in the wind, and if that happens, you're dead. And even if you do grab onto something, you have to hope and pray the sand doesn't blind you."
"Did you get hurt?" Naruto asked, glaring down at his useless set of cards.
"A bit."
Temari snorted. "He was hospitalized for a month," she told Naruto. "He'd lost all the skin off his back, and had a bunch of cuts on his hands because the rock he grabbed onto had sharp edges. And he couldn't see for a while because he got sand in his eyes and scratched up something in there."
Both Kankurou and Naruto shivered slightly. "I was trying to forget that, Temari." (A/N: Awwww... (huggles poor widdle scarred Kan-kun!))
"I don't remember that," Gaara said, frowning. "Where was I?"
"You were a baby," Kankurou answered, tossing his cards down. "This is boring, we've played nothing but Feudal Wars for the past couple of days!"
(A/N: Hi, there. Hey, um, just to kind of get you all caught up, it's Sunday night. So, Rynn, Shikamaru and Yashi are coming this Saturday. Ok? I had to skip a couple of days subconsciously... it would have gotten so boring! All we would be doing is watching them play cards! Plus, my sister made me...)
Temari grinned. "You're just mad because you keep losing!"
Kankurou glared at her. "And you're just happy because you keep winning!"
Temari glared back. "Well, duh!" (A/N: Ooo... sparks!)
Kyu rolled her eyes and picked up the cards, putting them in a neat pile and shuffling them. Kankurou grumbled slightly and stood up, picked up his hat. "You guys play."
"Where're you going?" Kyu asked, looking up at him, expecting the usual kiss but getting none.
"I'm going for a walk," he said huffily, setting his hat over his hair and stalking out of the ward.
"Is he having male PMS, or something?" Naruto asked.
Temari shrugged. "You should go after him, Kyu."
"Why me? You're the one that pissed him off," Kyu pointed out.
"Yeah, so, you can make him all nice for me to apologize." Temari grinned, taking the cards from her friend.
Kyu sighed heavily, standing up. "Why is it always me?" she asked, but following Kankurou all the same.
Temari smirked, shuffling the cards. "I give her five minutes, he'll be back."
Wherever Kankurou ran off to...
Kyu frowned, walked down the sand-covered streets, wondering when the hell a troubled Kazekage went when he was mad at the world. Probably somewhere where no one would bother him, she mused, crossing her arms. I should probably ask someone, though, and save myself some time. Someone had to have seen him... I mean, how easy it to sneak around in that hat?
Going over to a nearby cart, she asked the owner, "Have you seen the Kazekage anywhere around here?"
The owner's eyes widened at the sight of her, and he bowed, but said, "No, Kyu-sama, sorry, I haven't seen him around here in a while."
"Oh... Well, thanks," she said, going to another street. Dammit, why did the village have to have so many of those?! Maybe he went home? Following the street she was on, she soon came to the large, three-story house the six of them occupied.
"What're you doing out here? I thought you'd be playing with them."
Kyu looked up. Kankurou grinned down at her from where he was seated comfortably on top of the roof of their house, his hat laid next to him.
"I was looking for you," she answered, jumping up next to him.
"Why?" he asked as she sat down next to him.
"Well, you seemed like you were pretty upset about something when you left," she answered, bringing her knees up to her chest and holding them there with her arms.
He shrugged. "I'm not."
"Then why did you leave?" She rested her cheek on her knees, giving him a thoughtful look.
Kankurou paused for a few minutes, looking her over; she looked the same as when he'd met her at Sasuke's birthday party a year ago, with only a few small changes: her long, thick, shiny black hair was even longer now, reaching just past her waist, and her bangs had grown out to reach her shoulders. Her eyes were still the same, striking blue (like a husky-dog) and filled with the familiar warmth that seemed to radiate off her person. She was, as mentioned before, still very short, reaching only to his shoulder, and her body, which he knew by heart, was still nicely rounded in all the right places, her skin just as pale and smooth, but, he noticed absently, she looked a little rounder around the stomach region, but not so much that it was unattractive, or noticable to anyone who didn't have her memorized like he did.
He shrugged it off. "I haven't really had a chance to go outside in a while, at least not since we got back from the baths."
Kyu raised an eyebrow at him. She never really did understand what he found so fascinating about a big ocean of sand, but apparently there was something.
"But I'm sorry if I upset you," he added, draping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer.
She shrugged, leaning on his shoulder. "You know what sucks?" she asked after a few moments of silence.
"Hmm."
"Ever since I got back, we haven't really had any time to ourselves," she said, looking up at him pointedly.
"You're right, that does suck," he said thoughtfully. Looking down at her, he smirked and, in a barely noticable motion, moved so he was on top of her, kissing her throat. Kyu smiled happily, wrapping her arms around his neck, as he moved one hand by her shoulder to support himself as he slowly kissed his way down her collarbone. He took this as a chance to explore her stomach, stroking her middle with two fingers to see if she really had been over-eating. To his confusion, he found it firm. (A/N: Wink.)
"Are you aware you have an audience?" called a sarcastic voice from below them.
Kankurou groaned and sat up slightly, straddling Kyu's waist, though supporting himself with his knees. "Curl up and die, Temari."
Temari gave Kyu a look that said, quite plainly, "I thought you were going to soften him up!" Kyu gave her a weak grin behind Kankurou's back.
Temari sighed slightly. "The academy's about to let out, and kids will be around here, so I suggest you guys go inside and do whatever you do," she said, turning on her heel and going back towards the hospital.
Kankurou stuck his tongue out at her behind her back, then stood up and helped Kyu to her feet. "Come on," he said, grinning and pulling her down through the window to their room. He needed to explore this new discovery further.
(A/N: I hope people reading this don't take it the wrong way and think, "Omigawd, SNG's turning into a perv!" Well... I'm not. Not really... My sister thinks I am, but I don't. I just think that, as these guys grow older, then can do stuff together that isn't considered "horrible sex stuff." Plus, this is mild compared to A.N.T.R....)
Meanwhile, in the hospital...
Gaara groaned, tossing and turning in his sleep. Naruto frowned slightly, looking at his friend from where he was playing solitaire at the table where they had played Feudal Wars a few nights ago. He wondered if he should wake Gaara, but decided against it. Kakashi had told him a while ago that dreams were really important to a person's psyche, and that they were the images your subconscious mind gives you. (Exactly how Naruto remembered that is beyond me...) So, Naruto let him be, going back to his card game.
Gaara's Dream
Gaara looked around frantically, his eyes meeting nothing but black, all around him. He heard voices, taunting him, but he couldn't find them; he recognized some of them, but couldn't put a face on them. Then, he heard a scream... Who was screaming? Something told him to run forward, so he did; the screaming grew louder with each step he took; who was it? He had to help them, he had to--
"You can't help anyone."
Gaara's eyes widened, stopping dead. He looked around. "Who said that?!"
"You know who I am."
Gaara's eyes widened even more. "Yashamaru...?"
He heard his uncle's low chuckle, mocking him. "Come out!" he shouted angrily, turning around in a full circle, looking for Yashamaru.
"I'm already here... I'm always here."
"What are you talking about?!" Gaara shouted, reached out in the dark, feeling nothing. The scream grew even louder, slowly discerned into words.
"It's... Gaara!" he heard a child gasp. "RUN!"
Then, he heard his own voice. "Wait!" The child's screams grew louder; Gaara heard himself whisper, "I don't want to be alone..."
"We're always here," Yashamaru whispered. "We always were. Our blood is on your hands."
Gaara shook his head wildly, covering his ears with his hands. "Shut up!" he shouted, trying to block out the voices. He felt something warm against his skin... taking away his hands, he looked down at them. Blood!
"It doesn't matter if you sealed the Shukaku," he heard Yashamaru chuckle. "You're a murderer. You're the Gaara, a demon."
Gaara shook his head, trying to wipe his hands off on his shirt. "No, I'm not!" he shouted, looking down at his hands. Why wouldn't the blood come off?! "Temari!"
Yashamaru chuckled again. Dammit, where was he?!
"Kankurou!"
"Gaara."
Gaara turned towards the new voice. Kankurou and Temari stood before him, their faces twisted in a mocking smirk. "We're right here," Kankurou said.
Gaara grinned happily, walking towards him. He moved to touch them, to make sure they really were there. He gasped when his hand passed right through them. "What?"
He heard Yashamaru chuckle darkly as the pictures of Temari and Kankurou slowly melted away into the black. "What's going on?!" he shouted, running after them.
Suddenly, Kyu and Shikamaru joined Kankurou and Temari; Shikamaru looked bored, his hands shoved in his pockets; Kyu just looked at Gaara, her blue eyes strangely lifeless, but Gaara didn't notice. If anyone could help him, it was Kyu; she could make them stop. "Talk to them, Kyu!" he shouted, running after them, but they always seemed to be just out of his reach. Suddenly, he tripped, falling into the darkness... but he couldn't stop falling; there was no end to the darkness... Looking up, he saw Rynn's face, looking down at him. He gasped; reaching out... she was only a few inches away... Then, suddenly, she was out of sight, just before he could touch her.
"Heh heh... She can't see you." Gaara's eyes widened. His father materialized before him, looking down at him with the same look of disapproval. "She knows what you are."
Gaara scowled, drawing his fist back to punch him, but, before his fist made contact, his father, too, disappeared. Gaara's eyes widened as Naruto suddenly appeared before him, looking disgusted.
"I can't believe I once compared myself to you." Naruto scoffed, turning his back to him. Gaara's eyes widened as Gaara's father, siblings, and other friends joined Naruto. They all had their backs to him; he heard them mutter darkly as they slowly walked away. Then, quite suddenly, he saw a kid with green eyes and red hair, starring back at him with eyes filled with fear; the child was screaming.
He was screaming... at what?
"Everyone runs away from you, Gaara-sama," Yashamaru whispered. "No one will ever accept you."
Gaara screamed, clamping his hands over his ears; he didn't care about the blood; he didn't want to hear this anymore. "STOP IT!" he screamed.
He heard the sound of glass breaking, and, opening his eyes, he saw Kankurou and Temari looking down at him... but they weren't smirking...
End Dream
Gaara's eyes snapped open. Just like in his dream, Kankurou and Temari looked down at him, their eyes filled with concern.
"Are you ok?" Temari asked; she sounded almost fearful.
Fearful of what? Gaara wondered.
"You were screaming," Kankurou added, seeing the look in Gaara's eyes.
Gaara didn't answer; reaching out a shaking hand, he touched Temari's face. She was still there. Looking at Kankurou, he touched his brother's arm. He was still there, too. This wasn't a dream. Sitting up straight, he looked around. Kyu stood behind Kankurou, looking at Gaara with concern. Naruto sat at the table, looking slightly nervous, with a large bump on the back of his head. No doubt Kankurou hit him again, Gaara thought, smirking inwardly.
"Gaara?"
He looked back at his sister. She gave him a relieved smile. She didn't hate him. "Just a nightmare," he said plainly, sitting back on his pillows.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Kankurou asked.
Gaara shook his head, starring at the ceiling. He felt them get up, and saw Temari's spiky head move across the bottom of his line of vision to sit at the table with the others.
Dreams are lies.
Whoa, that was the scarriest thing I've ever written, holy crap, uh... yeah... (runs away scared)