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After Sand Debate – This month is just surprise after surprise….
I remember how I saw him, I remember scanning the crowd, bored, looking for Naruto, not daring to expect the red-haired figure I had been longing to see the last two debates. I had jumped, and a wry smile crossed Gaara's face.
I didn't even have to ask… my eyes shined and I had to duck my head until I got control over my emotions. No! no crying! I told myself sternly.
Rebuttal had become second nature now, and as my mind ran excitedly through the fact Gaara did care, I jotted down my scathing comeback (coz I'm just awesome like that) and passed it too Sakura.
Then it all happened quickly, the Negative second speaker stood, and then almost simultaneously dropped his cards, a look of cold fear and rage passed his features.
He pointed at Gaara. "HE KILLED MY BROTHER!" he screamed, the crowd (about 47 this time) started to look around and mutter, some worried about the so-called murderer and some worried about the sanity of the boy on stage. Chairs clattered over as his team mates came up behind him and pulled him back, but he just snarled out profanities. "THAT BASTARD KILLED MY BROTHER- NO! LET ME GO AYAME! I'LL KILL-"
My head was light, Sasuke had stood to help the opposing team hold their second speaker back, and the one called Ayame had obtained a bloody lip. Some people were leaving now, covering their children's ears.
"HE'S A MONSTER! KILL HIM! A MONSTER!" The boy screamed again, Gaara flinched, and my confusion increased… I don't understand….
The Adjudicator, a small fat women, shook slightly, I don't think you usually have mental people in a debate, she turned to the crowd. "Er, this Debate is over, please leave." She instructed half-heartedly, straining to be heard above the boy's yelling.
The team had backed off now the Principal from the Sand had taken over restraining the boy. The only person left in the crowd was Gaara, who was looking paler then usual.
"HE'S A FUCKING MURDERER! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" He yelled hysterically. "HE SHOULD BE DEAD!" he kicked out and his foot hit a table, he suddenly slumped to the floor in the principals arms, and started to cry. The table wobbled and fell off the stage, palm cards flew through the air.
" Hayato! Calm down! This Behaviour is unacceptable! Stop it now!" The Principal reprimanded angrily. I was numb…. I still couldn't work out why he was angry. "You have disgraced this school!" The principal dragged the boy, who was now red in the face and wouldn't take his eyes off Gaara, back into a Prep room and asked for a phone.
I ran down the steps to Gaara, where he stood, composed as usual. "I think I should leave." He said. Then turned and left, I didn't even get time to joke 'what was that about?'
The team apologized profusely to him as he left, the boy Ayame- now holding a tissue to his face, looked appalled. "He's never done anything like that… I mean, his brother is dead, but- well, I don't know. I'm very sorry."
"So his brother died, and he's blaming Gaara for it?" I ask Ayame as we walk back to where the rest of our teams were conversing.
"Yes… I don't know, he must look like the murderer or something." Ayame shrugged, he was cute, soft brown messily-cut locks of hair fell in his face, occasionally (I'm guessing to many girl's dismay) covering his strong brown eyes. Sakura was already eyeing him as her next target, and as soon as we arrived introduced me as a way to excuse herself to flirt with Ayame.
I scowl at her as she skips off, and the boy shakes my hand. "Your team did well, I'm sure you would have won anyway…"
"We would have won anyway?"
"You're winning by default. Hayato there screwed our chances at the finals." He said bitterly, then Iruka and the Principal of the Sand came out of the room where they had been talking to the boy.
I was so confused, still in a daze, why had he picked Gaara? Not many people look like Gaara. Nothing added up.
We helped clean up, and shook hands and told the team it was no problem in response to their apologies again. My head still hurts, and there is a, well, you know that emptiness you get in your stomach and no matter how much you eat it doesn't go away, the one that makes your worry? It's that. I'm confused, I'll go see him tomorrow. But for now, I'm stuck in a bloody hotel room with Sakura… well, not like that's much difference from home.
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Saturday 24/6/15 – went to Gaara's he wasn't there.
It was cloudy, and colder then any other day this winter, I shivered and made my way to Gaara's.
I just found Temari on the couch, looking pale and sad. I went in, their used to me being around. "Hey Temari, where's Gaara?" I ask.
She jumps, not expecting me. "I don't know, Sora, I haven't seen him since last night."
I go pale and turn to her in shock "Wh-"
"Don't worry… He can take care of himself." She said. "Don't stress."
"Do you know about last night?" I ask.
"Yeah."
"What happened?"
"Weren't you there?" Temari asked, eyebrow raised.
"Yeah… but I wasn't paying attention. I was too confused." I frown. "Why was Gaara mistaken as somebody?"
A look of shock passed Temari's face, and for the first time I survey the room, there was an obvious lack of possessions and most of them were replaced with removalists boxes. I look at her sharply. "What's happening?" I ask suddenly. Something was going on and I didn't know.
Temari looked guilty. "I- Um… Gaara wasn't mistaken…." She said, looking at the ground.
I go pale, and turn to her. "What!?" I demand.
"The boy was right…"
"So…" I trail off, eyes wide. "So, he did kill somebody…" I shake, too many surprises, I'm tired… I sigh, still in shock.
Temari nodded. "He got off on self defence, and we moved because he was shunned, called a 'monster' everywhere we went we were spat at and ignored." She said sadly. "And now people here know, we're moving…" She said sadly. "And I liked it here too…"
"What!? Why! Nobody even knows!" I say, getting hysterical. They can't move!
"But they will." She said sadly.
"Nobody believes that crazy kid!" I say hurriedly. "Seriously, they think he's the crazy one! Please don't move!" I plead.
"Sora, I don't know…. I don't want to be laughed at like that again… or feared like that again."
"What?"
"People were afraid of us, Sora, especially Gaara… for a time, even we were afraid of him." She sighed. "Maybe we still are."
"That's… that's why you told me to … to run if he ever gets angry!" I say, suddenly something clicked.
Suddenly Temari stoped short of severing a tomato's head. "Sora? I-If Gaara…ever…" She stops, choosing her words, and lowering her voice. "If he ever gets… angry… please, don't stick around. Run." She looks at me, concerned.
Temari looks down, and fiddles with the hem of her shirt. "Yes… He's dangerous."
I scowl. "You're his sister! You have no right to be afraid of him, seriously, you can't run away because somebody will start a rumour that will pass in the next month!" I say angrily.
She glares at me. "You don't know what it's like! To be shunned, ignored, and even when you are given attention it's horrible!"
I step back, glowering. "Yes, I do, that was who I was before Gaara came…" I say. "And if he leaves, it's who I will be again." I add… realization soaking me; I shut my eyes and go to leave, pausing at the door. "Please, think twice about this, okay?" I ask her, pleadingly.
A fresh winter breeze was there to greet me outside, I shiver for more then one reason, and head down the driveway back to my house, I got to their mailbox before it all became too much, and I felt hot tears slide down my face, and I started to run.
I couldn't take it and sunk to my knee's at the front of my driveway, leaning on the mailbox for support, I cried there for a long while, until I snapped out of as something cool and white landed on my nose, I look up, and my eyes grew wide with delight as snow drifted down from the cloudy sky. I sniff, and get up, my spirits raised by the simple beauty of the snowfall. Going inside, I found Shika and Sakura sitting in front of the fire with hot chocolate, Sakura pushed my glass towards me. I took it gratefully.
"What do you think of the episode today?" Sakura asked.
"Huh? Oh…" I say, trying to find a way out of the question. "Um, strange…"
"Yeah," she agreed, oblivious to my 'oh shit, I know more then her but I can't say' tone of voice. Shika noticed, and I bit my lip, waiting for him to say something. He just shrugged when I looked at him questioningly. I breathed a sigh of relief, that's why I love Shika.
"So what have you guys been doing?" I ask, sitting back. They go red, and I raise my eyebrow. A small idea sparking in my mind, hmm… possibilities…
"Nothing much." Shika fielded the question. "Sitting around waiting for you to stop crying in the driveway."
I scowl at him. That was revenge for my 'raised eyebrow' look, wasn't it? I thought angrily. "Was not." I deny.
"Sure." He said lazily, leaving it be because he knew he'd won. I scowl more and sit drinking the (now cold) hot chocolate in brooding silence.
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Sunday 25/6/15
I went to Gaara's house again, nobody's there. I left an angry note to Gaara and Temari that if they don't come back soon I'll never forgive them.
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Tuesday 26/6/15
Gaara ignored me all day. I nearly cried at Lunch when he walked straight past me, and for the first time in two terms I sat alone on my bench.
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