The gourd's cap explodes, sand gushing out as it slithers around Gaara, ready to strike. He stood comfortably in the same position, not swaying a single centimeter. Muttering under his breath, "I'm sorry mother. You'll have to make do with this foul blood. It should momentarily suffice…" His arm jolts right up, twisting in a grotesquely fashion before attacking; large quantities of destructive weaponry stir at the sand genin's beckoning.
Condensed waves of dust particles flow in a fluid motion towards Kou at breakneck speeds. She barely made an attempt to evade his murderous clutches, collapsing under the heavy mass. A raw cough follows, blood and dirt mixing together like paint on the ashy canvas. Raspy breaths, desperately clinging to life, reach Gaara's acute ears.
A lovely tune that proved his monstrous existence. So sweet.
Bruised and battered, Kou's eyes remained locked away underneath the overgrown fringe. Her expanding mouth heaves, constantly gasping for air. Short and uneven attempts to salvage some consciousness left her immobilized. Skin so thin and papery one could take note of the angular bones that joined Kou's unstable body.
'Ugh. She's even worse at dodging than Naruto.' Shikamaru's eyes lazily pursued the fight.
A loud outburst sabotages the cold and stressful mood. "I DON'T KNOW YOUR NAME BUT A NINJA OF KONOHA CAN'T LOSE, SO KICK THAT BRAT'S BUTT!" Naruto bellowed, earning some acknowledgment from quite a few.
Bushy Brows jumped in and made a couple additions to the fiery uproar – going on about the concept of youth and blossoms.
Konoha Eleven couldn't help but respond good-naturedly. Sakura reprimanded her obnoxious teammate for his short-attention span (as the names were already televised in plain sight.)
'Funny, considering he's a brat, too.' An amused Kakashi thought.
Everyone returns to the engagement with more colourful outlooks, refusing to allow despair crush their sprits. 'That boy possesses a quality that foreshadows greatness. Hmph. Uzumaki Naruto, the Fourth's last parting gift.' Hiruzen grins, turning towards Kou and Gaara.
Blood seeps between the tile cracks, dying its folds in crusty red. The feeble kid shakes uncontrollably, braving herself for injury. She wearily tilts her head just ever so slightly. Enough to allow the straight inflamed threading of hair to fall across and divulge one eye. A single, faded-lavender orb inscribed with ringlets met Gaara's icy set.
The visual contact lasted four nanoseconds.
It was brief.
Only a handful of blessed (or cursed – depending) individuals received a glimpse of the peculiar lens.
Though seriously wounded, Kou's frail frame stood upright. Little tremors rang throughout the genin's entire body. The thick frontal strands shadowed her field of vision once again and along with it, the unexpected optics display hastily dispersed.
"Mother…is watching me." Salivating at the crimson fluid, Gaara sent a vicious spate her way. The light wash of sift would overtake, bind, and crush Kou. The sand does not discriminate.
カランカラン…karan karan
He abruptly kneels to the ground, hands ruthlessly clinging to his scalp. Pulsated white corneas widen; the faint chiming of four thousand bells echoed throughout, lodge in the back of Gaara's head.
And then it happened.
Hmm...I hope to extend the length of the chapters to be much longer. But since (I hope) the content is relatively straightforward at the beginning, it will be less lengthy (going into descriptions about every single character and background detail is kind of a drag.) I'll probably make more changes in the future! These first few chapters are kind of like 'prototypes' to see how it goes. Also, Happy New Year~ I forgot to mention this in the previous chapter.