Sorry I haven't updated, I've been avoiding writing this fight scene because I have no idea how to write it. So please forgive me because I'm going to skip writing most of it.
Disclaimer* I don't own characters or idea, though I wish I did. J
Gaara made his way to the center of the arena slowly, lost in thought. His slow pace made the audience suspenseful, and Kiba simultaneously nervous and impatient. Gaara took no notice, however. This girl makes no sense. He thought furiously. She said she would 'show me how to live' and then she screams at me and calls me an idiot. She isn't afraid of me, but she still hates me. Just like everyone else does. Whatever, it doesn't matter. Gaara felt anger building up inside of him, and his sand grew restless inside the gourd. Gaara did not pay attention to his opponent or the audience, they blurred around him. He just listened for the referee to call out "begin," so that he could crush something. Someone. Gaara stopped in the center of the arena. What was probably five seconds felt like an hour. His rage kept building, building. The cork popped out of his gourd with a sound that nearly echoed and soared into the air, and then fell back down into Gaara's hand. He slipped it into his pocket. A slow trail of impatient, bloodthirsty sand trickled out of his gourd and pooled around his feet, circling him.
"Begin!"
Before Kiba could move Gaara had hit him with his sand so far that he was thrown into the wall of the arena. Gaara began to walk over to the inferior genin, clenching the sand tighter with every step. Since his sand was so much a part of him, he could feel the struggles of the genin boy. Gaara laughed an evil, mad laugh that he knew scared people beyond words. He was close to the boy now, and his grip was so tight he could feel the crack of a bone. Gaara grinned, trying to guess which bone it might have been. Gaara laughed uncontrollably. He was so close to his victim now, close enough to see the light drain out of his eyes when-
Something jumped at him from the side, with impressive speed and strength. Not enough that the sand did not block it though, and it too was thrown against the wall and trapped with sand.
It was Kiba? What? Gaara's laughter vanished and his brow creased in confusion, he looked back at the first Kiba, but it had turned into a mutt!
"Kiba!" a frail, worried voice cried out from the stands as the second, real Kiba slammed against the wall. Gaara did not have to look up to know the voice belonged to Hinata.
Gaara's anger had faded with the surprise attack, confusion, and Hinata's cry, but the sand was still bloodthirsty, and difficult to control. It pulled at Gaara, demanding him to crush, to kill, to break. Gaara looked back at the real Kiba, and then at the dog. He could kill two at once, how satisfying! Well, two and a half. But something was stopping him, something was causing him to tell the sand Wait. Gaara no longer felt like laughing. This pathetic genin…was Hinata's friend. If Gaara killed him, she would surely hate him forever.
She already hates you, kill the boy already! A voice whispered to Gaara.
But if you kill him, she will cry Another, weaker voice whispered, so faint Gaara could almost convince himself it had not said anything at all.
The weaker voice sounded something like Hinata. The first voice sounded like a demon. Gaara blocked both Kibas' airways just long enough to cause them to pass out, and then released them before Gaara realized what he was doing. He left them alive. It took an enormous amount of strength to hold back the viscous sand, but Gaara managed it in a moment, with just the thought of that second voice. The voice that sounded like Hinata. A pathetic, mousy, insignificant girl who was not afraid of him. He turned and walked out of the arena before the referee even announced his win.