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Posted on: 08-09-2013
Chapter 3
The Scent: Part 1
"Leave some for Gaara, you fatass!" Temari yelled and hit Kankuro with her mini fan.
"B-But he doesn't want any more," the man in a cat-like costume argued while rubbing the back of his head where a bulge would soon form, "he's been munching on the same rice ball for half an hour now!"
Gaara looked down at the half-eaten rice ball in his hand as if he was seeing it for the first time in his life. Across him, Temari was still playing the role of the big sister and continued scolding Kankuro, "That doesn't mean you have to stuff your face! What kind of-…"
"It's okay, Temari " Gaara interrupted and they both looked at him oddly. "I'm not hungry."
"But, Gaara, you should eat…"
"Here," he reached his arm out, "have mine." Kankuro looked at Temari as if asking permission. She had her arms crossed and was biting her lower lip as if fighting an internal battle.
"Fine," she sighed and looked away, "but don't expect any compassion when you start breaking the tree branches when jumping on 'em."
"Hey! I'm a man and men eat a lot!" Kankuro interrupted.
Temari shot Gaara a burning look, "And neither you, Gaara, when you turn into a bag of bones!"
Gaara, however, wasn't listening anymore. Something had been provoking him for a while, and now that same thing had rapidly increased. It's been tickling his senses, calling him, and now it had so greatly took hold of him that Gaara found himself in a trance.
That scent. He had to follow the scent. Nothing else mattered, nothing. Gaara didn't realize that he had hopped up on his feet. He didn't realize when, with a nearly crazed look upon his face, he had headed to the forest. Neither did he realize when he started running and his siblings shouted for him to stop. He jumped up, through the tall trees and dashed through the forest in the direction that was in no way leading to Konoha. did he realize it when a blast of wind to hit him from the back and he dug nails into the bark of the tree and swung himself to front of the tree to keep balance? No. Gaara started dashing through the thick forest once again.
Chakra strings wrapped around his ankle and in mid-jump, he fell to the ground. His ninja senses, despite still being under a trance, kicked in and he rolled over. Gaara was just getting up and ready to move again, when strong arms wrapped around his biceps and held him down. A roar, an angry and animalistic roar gurgled in his throat and maybe he would have broken free, if it wasn't for the ANBU that escorted them to aid Kankuro and help keep him in place. Gaara trashed and desperately tried pushing them off. The oh-so-tempting scent was calling him, waiting for him: it burned his nose and made his throat go dry, but he wanted to taste the source of the scent. He wanted to have it, to taste it, to hold it, to...
The sound of a hard slap immediately cut off the whole commotion. Gaara's cheek pulsated and his head was tilted to the side. Realization dawned on him. He had just ran what? Five miles without a single sense of his body telling him to stop. Was this his body? He looked down at his hands and inhaled. The thought of maybe Shukaku taking over his body ran through his mind, but disappeared just as quickly. He wouldn't doubt the power and effectively of Naruto's seal – Naruto…
Temari kneeled down in front of him and placed a concerned hand on his shoulder,
"What is happening to you, Gaara?" Gaara clutched his hair with shaking fingers and almost bent in two. The tempting scent still danced in his nostrils, burned his lungs, and seduced his mind... and maybe he could still reach it… before he had lost the track…
It took him a while to realize he was shaking and pulling at his hair.
"I need…" he let out in a husky whisper. Temari, who has been kneeling before him, waited.
"You need what, Gaara? Tell us." Her. He wanted her. He needed her. But he never said it. Just clenched his jaw and stood up. Gaara was used to not getting what he wanted. The Kazekage would not lose authority because of a simple whim: a whim that pulsated inside of him and made him question his sanity for not being able to resist.
And it shocked Gaara when he realized just how much he wanted to see Naruto.
TBC...