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Chapter 2 Desert coffin
It was approaching dawn when my speed ebbed into a wistful stroll. I hadn't stopped thinking about Gaara. I couldn't stop thinking of Gaara, he was just…
"So amazing"
"You're not half bad yourself"
I looked up to find a young man, using his Chakra to attach himself to the underbelly of a tall oak tree. He wore a combat style jacket and trousers, his black hair spiked. On his forehead protector was a musical note.
"Sound" I sighed in boredom.
"What were you doing with Gaara? You were supposed to kill him."
"No, I was supposed to kill the Kaze-Kage"
"And Gaara is Kaze-Kage"
"Well Orochimaru knew there would be no fruits to this mission then. I will not kill Gaara."
"Weakling."
My green eyes flashed red, and in a moment the sound shinobi lay dead on the floor, blood ebbing from the numerous gashes encircling his neck.
"I will not kill Gaara." I breathed again, as I crouched beside his corpse, examining the remains. I slid all his weapons but one into my pouch, using the remaining to cut open his top.
"What are you doing."
I smiled when I recognised the voice to be Gaara's. I turned to him, a playful smirk on my lips and a glint in my eye.
"Breakfast" He didn't laugh, or even register my apparent joke.
"Don't worry, you can have him once I'm done." I added, hearing him inhale deeply, excited at the sight of blood. I felt his eyes on me as I brought out some acupuncture needles and placed them at certain points in the body.
Suddenly, chakra exploded from its hands, creating a huge gust of wind on either side of me. I withdrew the needles and the flow of chakra ebbed.
Taking his hands in mine, I was dismayed to find holes in both the palms of his hands.
"Damn," I breathed, "I can't do anything with this"
I jumped to my feet, slowly making my way back to Gaara.
"All yours mate." I smiled.
I stood behind him, watching as he rose his hand in the direction of the dead sound.
"Desert coffin"
Immediately the sand from the urn engulfed the body, lifting it into the air. He clenched his hand, and the body was no more. I was surprised when a shield of sand appeared before me, protecting me from the down pour of guts. I glanced over at Gaara, but he was stood with his back towards me, a similar shield about himself. I waited until the shield disappeared before reaching for my bokken once again to free my foot, only to find it was bound to its holster with sand. I growled in frustration.
"Why do you refuse to kill me." Gaara spoke, his back still towards me.
"Why do you insist on trying to capture me?" Without thinking, I slipped my hands into my shutos and sliced at the sand. I gasped when I felt the blades pierce my skin and the shutos slipped from my hands.
"Damn you!" I shouted at his back as I fell to the floor clutching my leg in agony. He was in front of me in a second, his face right next to mine.
"Why do you refuse to kill me." he asked again.
"If I don't wanna do something, then I won't. I didn't want to therefore I didn't. It's called free will moron."
Gaara sat in front of me, his eyes locked with mine.
"What is it you are possessed with." he questioned. My eyes widened slightly before I turned away from him.
"I don't know what you're talking about" I lied, my voice escaping as a faint whisper, as horrific memories of my past, flickered through my mind. I felt his hand around my neck, resting on my curse seal choker.
"Do you want me to find out."
"If you value your life, I suggest you don't." Hesitantly, he moved his hand, and I sighed in relief. "Her name is Ryoko, a fire dragon demon."
"And who are you."
I smiled in return, leaping into the branches of a nearby tree.
"I'm leaving. But if you still want to know the next we meet. I'll tell you."
Another look of shock clouded his features as he stared at my half healed foot. Then I was gone