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The Monster of Suna and the hound.
Ch.1 The Demon of Suna.
The atmosphere grew tense as the kazekage's eyes narrowed. His hands laid above the porcelain table folded neatly as he tried to rein in his temper. He really did try, but he was Gaara. His tolerance for nonsense was very very very low. His council tried his patience with the current diarrhea they sprouted across the table.
However, a certain demon made no effort to hide his displeasure. He growled at the audacity of the council. Their ignorance and idiocy caused a mighty roar to erupt from the depths of his confinement. Sand hissed loudly within the host's gourd. It rattled dangerously threatening those within the vicinity of the conference room.
The council members of Suna looked to one another in fear. The loud hiss of the demon's sand silenced their pointless bickering. Some paled while others tried to remain stoic in the presence of the angry jinchuriki.
Gaara in near defeat pressed his pale fingers against his temples. His head was bowed and elbows firmly pressed against the table. He heaved a heavy sigh and closed his eyes. "Enough." The sound of his voice was strained. He winced as he felt Shukaku's anger pound against the corner's of his mind. Suddenly he clutched his head. "That is enough."
Many were startled at the demonic tone that flowed from his mouth. His sister Temari looked onto her youngest brother in worry. Her brows were furrowed, her mouth was curved into a small frown. She laid her hand on his shoulder rather timidly. "Ga-Gaara?"
Meanwhile Kankuro had watched the council. He saw them squirm, saw the color drain from their faces. He inwardly smirked; it was all he could do without causing further problems. 'Good let them be afraid. Better they don't forget that our Kazekage is afterall still a jinchuuriki. Idiots.' He glared and scrunched his face. It made his war paint much more intimidating.
He was brought out of his angry muse by the gentle voice of his sister. "Temari?" He glanced at the corner of his eye to see his brother clutch his head. "Temari get back!"
Sand burst out from the gourd. "Gaara!" He shot out of his seat and ran to his brother. "Stop, you need to calm down!" He laid his hands on his shoulders. "Kankuro!" He ignored his name. He gave a quick glance to see his sister across the room, but then paid her no mind. He bent down to whisper in Gaara's ear. "Do you want me to call Molly?" His brother's frantic nod had him bark out orders. "Temari, go get Isabella!"
"Right!" The blond ran out the door and by the secretary in a flash. She was almost down two flights of stairs until she saw a most unusual shadow under her feet. It tore from beneath her and raised from the ground to form a dark silhouette. "Sh-Shadow?" She took a step back, nearly falling to the ground. She would have if it hadn't been for the strong hands that caught her waist.
The darkness subsided and revealed a young man. He had short dark chestnut hair, bright sapphire eyes, a strong jaw, and fair skin. He towered over her at 6'1 while she was a measly 5'2. She furiously blushed at the feel of his muscles under his clothes. He was muscular, but one wouldn't be able to tell because of the black robe he almost always wore over his clothes.
Temari pressed her hands against his chest and avoided his gaze. She could feel those sapphire eyes she'd come to adore, watch her intently. "Are you alright?" His voice was rough, almost growled. She shivered from the sound. First she rapidly shook her head until she recalled a certain redhead. "Molly!" She looked up frantically.
Shadow rose a brow at her panic state. "It's Gaara! Pl-please!" Her turquoise eyes watered which caused his own eyes to widen. "Temari, calm down." He felt her small fists pound at his chest with renewed strength. "No you don't understand! It's Shukaku!" He gripped her wrists and lowered his head. "Stop." His voice was firm which caused her to freeze. "If you would have stopped to listen..Molly is on her way." He saw the blond look at him in confusion. He gave a lazy smirk and with a hand he tapped his temple.
"Oh…" her face flushed as she suddenly recalled the unique way the Cursed Clan was able to communicate. 'Mind link,' she thought as she let out a sigh in relief. "How long?" She asked once again to avert her gaze. To look anywhere, but the bright sapphire eyes that just seemed to capture her attention. "Right about now and she's not happy. We need to go."
Temari swallowed fearfully, she knew very well what Shadow meant. The underlying message he conveyed. 'She's going to kill the people responsible who hurt Gaara and that made Shukau angry unless we get there first.' Molly was a deadly woman when angry.
"Okay." She felt his hands pull her by the waist until her chest pressed against his. "This might feel a bit uncomfortable." His tone was apologetic.
Suddenly their bodies were swallowed by the shadows in the room. The shadows fell to the ground and zipped upstairs in haste.