Part 6 Breaking Free
I opened my eyes slightly. I felt weak, oh so weak. I saw the young Kazekage's face, "Gaara," I whispered, he looked down at me, then my body gave in again as blackness encased me.
I stood in a darkened room, full of hatred and madness. I was holding a sword; it glinted in the ray of moonlight that filtered through the window. I looked up, I felt possessed by a demon that made me drive the sword right through the man infront of me. The man let out a scream that penetrated right deep inside me; I glared down at the man. The demon seemed to disappear as I collapsed onto my knees on the floor, shaking with fear of what I had done .I trembled all over as I turned the corpse of the man over. The face of Sachiyo appeared, I gasped, and tears ran down my face. The tears weren't tears of salt water, but tears of blood. Sachiyo's corpse suddenly grabbed my arm,
"You let me die, you let go of me, you could have saved me, you killed me," I tried to scream but I couldn't. I couldn't breathe; I felt as if chains were crushing my chest, I was going to die.
I heard a fast bleeping noise, and then a sharp pain in my forearm as something was put over my mouth. I snapped my eyes open. I was in the Sunagakure hospital; I looked to my right and saw a medical-nin withdrawing a needle from my arm and another one checking the monitor next to me. I sat up, the two female medical-nin looked at me, I started shaking as I pushed myself up. They grabbed me and haled me onto my pillows.
"Be careful, you shouldn't over exert yourself for at least another 48 hours, and you're under hospital observation for another 24 hours at least," I was confused, how the hell did I get here? Then everything hit me with the force of a stampeding bull,
"How long have I been here?" I asked the medical-nin, I suspected hours probably,
"Three days, the Kazekage brought you in from the desert; you were in a very very bad way and if it had been another few hours you may have been dead, he will be pleased you're up," I looked around my room, something…. was……missing, Kotaro, where was he?
"Where is Kotaro?"
"Kotaro? Who is Kotaro?"
"My bird, the one I went to rescue," I said impatiently,
"We couldn't allow the bird in here it isn't hygienic," stupid hygiene rule, Kotaro was a perfectly clean bird, how dare they accuse my baby of being a filthy animal. The medical-nin eventually left after stabbing another few needles in my arm, which I were informed would help me recover even if they were worse than being 'struck by a bloody lightening bolt' as I so bluntly put it.
Boredom has now set in, I hate having nothing to do, and there isn't even a guard outside my door to annoy. I looked out my window, I could only see roof tops from here, I decided to make my mission to get out of bed and sit by the window. So, I spent most of that time collapsed on the floor trying desperately to reach the chair which seemed to get further away. Finally, my limbs ached like a thousand hot needles had been stuck into them, but, I was on the chair, my breathing and heart rate monitoring equipment were being stretched, I looked out of the window for a brief time, and then decided to make the Mount Everest climb back into bed.
As I had just got under the sheets, someone knocked on my door then came in, or should I say three people came in, Temari, Gaara, er I mean Kazekage-sama and Kankurou. I tried to steady my breathing as the door closed, I looked at them very aware that I may still look bad I tried to smile, I had to work to actually get my face muscles to move.
"How are you feeling Keitii?" Temari asked as she sat down on the end of my bed,
"I have certainly been better," I croaked, she smiled, "Where is Kotaro?"
"He is staying with Temari at the moment," Kankurou said, I looked down at my covers, how could I have let Daichi steal him, I was pathetic not to be able to even protect a bird,
"You got Kotaro back so don't beat yourself up about it," Temari said, I looked up,
"But he's just a bird, and I-I let him get stolen,"
"You put your life on the line to save him and take revenge on his captor," that had been the first thing Gaara had said to me that didn't make me feel small,
"I didn't take revenge on that guy just for Kotaro," I looked down at my sheets and gulped, my eyes were sparkling; I fought back the impulse to completely break down,
"Your fighting skills are interesting; I have never seen a villager from Hoshigakure fight before,"
"Well I am one of the few who were taught the old skills of our village; it's not that great," god, why was I being so depressing, I can get very moody and anti-social sometimes,
"Anyway, more importantly the council members and I have decided to let you out of your room, on one condition, that you stay in Sunagakure,"
"Ye, sure, well I haven't got anywhere else to go really," The three sand siblings turned and exited, but the young Kazekage turned back,
"Oh, and by the way, you are still welcome to live in the Kazekage Mansion," then he walked out of the room leaving me highly confused.
"Look I have been sat on my bloody arse for 24 hours, I have been in bed so long my butt hurts, just discharge me!" I hate authority figures they're so up themselves, the head medical-nin had come to check on my 'progress' you'd think I was in a fucking coma the way they went on about the condition I was in,
"No, you're not in good enough health yet!"
"I am fine!"
"I am the professional and I say no,"
"I don't want to be treated like a fragile china doll that has to be wrapped up in fucking bubble wrap!" god I hate it when people treat me like this, I know I am 16 but they have a 15 year old running the village for jashin's sakes! I was so tierd of being stuck in the room with no-one to talk to. I was getting out of the hospital whether they liked it or not. I yanked the heart monitor pads off me and took the drip out of my arm, then sprang up and ran down the hallway,
"Fine, on your own head be it!" ha I always get my own way eventually even if it means using brute force. Well seeing as I was only in a hospital gown I better go back to my room and change into the only outfit I now posses. I kicked the door open, one of my bad habits I had inherited from Makaiko-chan. When I was changed I decided to at least make myself presentable if I was going into the village, I cocked my head to one side deciding what to do with my hair, I had long red hair down to the middle of my back and two white strands at the front, I ruffled my fringe and it fell into place, well my skin was blemish free so I guess no make-up, admittedly I didn't have any. I grabbed my purse and ran out the door; finally I could experience Sunagakure and not be locked in a lonely room which seemed to be happening to me a lot lately. I ran down the hall and decided to go find Kotaro, now then where was Temari's room? Well I knew where Kankurou lived so I could go and see if he could possibly, if it wouldn't kill him, show me Temari's room. I pirouetted to Kankurou's door and knocked, or almost did as he opened the door and I fell flat on my face, mental note to self proceed with caution to all doors that may be opened.
"I see you've been discharged early," Kankurou said suspiciously as I unglued my now flat face from the floor,
"Er, discharged ye sure," I did a nervous sort of giggle, "Anywayz, do you know where Temari's room is cos I kinda want Kotaro back,"
"Fine, it's the door on the left next to Gaara's room," he sounded a bit fragile, I caught a whiff of sake, great so now I live near an alcoholic cat man.
"Shai," I sang (and for those who don't know what Shai means it means thanks) I did a couple of flips over to Temari's door to let off some built up energy, one of the reasons I hate being told to be still and sit down for a while. I arrived face to face with Temari's door, god was I good, I knocked and a rather ruffled looking Temari answered the door, "Konichuwa Temari, seen as I am okay now please can I have Kotaro back?"
"Erm, you've been discharged early," why was everyone suddenly so interested in my health and well-being?
"Well I am fine, so where's my baby?" Kotaro flew through the gap in the door and perched on top of my head I reached up and rocked him in my arms, "I will never let that happen to you again Kotaro, I'm sorry baby," he gave a little chirp, "Right, well Kotaro and I are going to do some retail therapy, see you later Temari!" I was so glad to have Kotaro back.
As I walked along the street I saw children coming out of the academy, I must have been their age when I met Makaiko-chan; how I missed her she was the only person who knew me. I wondered what my friend would be doing now right at this moment, probably on a killing spree, I laughed as I remembered her blood thirsty nature and quick temper. Once when a boy at the academy called her a stray cat she really made him pay for it, well she did kind of look like a cat with the ears and tail but that was it really. I spotted a clothes store near buy and ran to it. Fifteen minutes later I came out laden with shopping bags, I felt muuuuuuuch better, shopping is a form of therapy for me. I was hungry and thirsty also we were in the middle of the desert may I add. I looked up and down the street, well there were plenty of bars, but it was a little too early for that kinda scene, well I knew where I would be tonight probably, I wonder if the guys in Suna are single and good looking, mind you the young Kazekage Gaara was pretty good looking, what am I thinking!? Mental note to self: never so long as you live say that out loud. I found a café further a long the street and entered, what to drink?
"Can I help you?" well I might aswell have a tiny bit of alcohol to wake me up,
"Please can I have one amazake?"
"Sure, I haven't seen you around here before you new in Suna?"
"Yes, I am kinda new I have been here just a week," the man handed me my drink and I sat down, Kotaro gave a little chirp which meant he wanted some of my drink, so I gave him a little bit, didn't want a drunk bird.
As night fell I trudged back up to the Kazekage Mansion drunk as I had decided to drink myself silly on sake. I flopped down on my bed the room started spinning, I had so drunk too much, mind you I had a lovely chat with a fair few guys, but all that night I could not stop thinking of those cyan eyes surrounded by black rims and that red hair. But as soon as I hit the pillows I once again drifted in and out of terrifying nightmares.