Chapter three; Gaa-ruesome Similarities
The officers had dragged me back in the direction I was originally planning on going; the way to the Hokage's office. All though I was in chains, I found this rather convenient and chuckled to my self silently.
They, however, dragged me into a long hallway with big locked doors where prisoners were held. We stopped in front of the last one at the end and it opened up slowly.
It was defiantly dark in there. The light from the hallway shinned into the room reviling a sink, a small bed, and what looked to be a dog bowl with spiders in it. The most appealing accessory was the bleach while skull attached to a broken rib cage to the left of the door.
"Get in, parasite." One of the officers growled at me.
I would of walked in kindly, without any hassle, but Shukaku had different plans.
"Is this the best you got?! I've seen worse restrooms than this lively place! What do you think I am? A girl scout! I'll be out of here in seconds!"
The officer roared angrily and grabbed me by the neck and hurled me into the room. I landed hard on my face and some of my sand crumbled off.
"Just for that we are going to keep you in here twice as long!"
"Serves you right for destroying the building!" Hissed the second.
"At least I didn't kill anyone…" I muttered as Shukaku replaced the sand of my face. One of them gasped as if wondering how my voice had changed. However, they must have shrugged it off because the door then slammed loudly.
Our voices are quite different, Shukaku's and my own I mean. Shukaku had a deep, harsh voice that seems to spit poison with every vowel, and he has a constant annoyed accent mixed in with his sadistic humor. Mine, on the other hand, is rather soft, if not monotone. I don't really get to speak much, so when I do, my words are rather blunt and crisp. I would love to have a good conversation with someone, but Shukaku seals sand around my lips, counseling them from moving. However, he releases me from his hold, partially, when we are alone. Like now, for instance.
"Was that quite necessary?" I ask him out loud coldly.
"Did you see that blondes face!? It was redder than your hair! Ha! A few more speeches like that and he'll be as dark as blood!"
"We will not be doing that again. I hate it when you give people bad assumptions about me… You make me sound like a cold hearted murderer…"
"I have no idea what you are talking about!" Shukaku mumbled innocently. "Here I am sealed inside you, and you accuse me of your own actions! I would never do something like that!"
"You are terrible at lying."
"Says one who blames his demon for his actions! You sound like a complete mental person!"
I glare at the door in annoyance. Shukaku loves teasing me like this. Acting all innocent like a child. A child with his whole face covered in crumbs from the cookie jar.
I role over and get up slowly, taking in my surroundings in more completely. The sink was there, as was the bed. But, where- Oh… That's why my landing hurt… The dog bowl had jammed itself into my stomach. I would still see the impressions in my sand clothes.
"Could you perhaps take your sands away? We are alone now."
"Hell no!" Shukaku roard. "Those bones came from some where and I don't like them! Also, we don't know when those chickens are coming back. Don't want to reveal ourselves to early, now do we?"
"Said the demon who decided to destroy an innocent grocery store."
Shukaku growled and let my sands fall to my feel. The color changed rather slowly as it separated from my skin. I could see my 'hair' slowly blend into my 'clothes', mixing in color to a murky brown, then to a crisp yellow. I stepped out of the hill at my feel and called to the sand in my mind to take shape. The sand twitched then shifted loyally into what looked like a gourd.
People see me as a short, teen with red hair with forest green eyes and tanned skin. Underneath my shell, however, my features are very different. My hair is as dark as blood, and shines like fire in sunlight. My eyes are a soft green with dark rings around them, making their color even more vibrant. My other self has very faint eyebrows, when in truth I have none.
Another difference I have from my shell is that I have no tattoo. The shells tattoo is the kanji sign for love: Ai. Shukaku thought it would be amusing to give me a label. He said people would be able to recognize me by my tattoo as well by my rings around my eyes. 'Make people run from ai,' he would say. Yet I refuse to get an actual tattoo for obvious reasons.
My shell is almost a completely different person, my secret identity if you will. My shell has a sharp, almost fierce appearance with a glare always present on its face. It walks slouched, and seems to be glaring at anything that moves. The clothes it weirs are black with netting and belts; punk almost. I do my best to be the opposite of Shukaku's version of me. My hair is longer, I show my forehead bluntly showing I have no tattoo. I stand up straight, never slouching over, and my strides are quick, almost planned out. I have soft pale skin since I am never in the sun. I also have no scars or bruises, since my shell takes all of my damage for me. I weir a dark blue turtle neck with light colored pants.
If you would compare my shell and myself together, you might say we are two different people. Scared, rough, and angry compared to calm, neat and relatively kind. The good and bad styles of Subaku no Gaara.
I should say that my shell is Subaku no Gaara. Subaku no Gaara is cold hearted and mean, I must admit… So I guess without my shell I am just Gaara. No murder, no blood, just confident with finding changing.
Yes… That's who I am! I am Gaara! Shukaku can control Subaku, but not Gaara!
I laugh happily to myself and stretch my arms to the ceiling, happy that I can move freely without feeling the rough grains rubbing against me constantly. A smile crawls onto my face as I stretch down to me feet.
There is a sudden click heard from behind me, making me stand once again and whip around to confront the sound.
The gourd melts and reforms itself over my pale skin ice more. My worried frown is quickly replaced by a sandy scowl as my cells door opens slowly.
The blond officer appears in the door and glares at me. He steps to the side to make space for me to exit.
"Out maggot. The Hokage wants to speak to you."
I nod in agreement, but Shukaku makes my movement seem cocky and annoyed. I step out of the cell and thank the officer; "About time you let me out! If I was in there for another minuet I would of torn the whole building down and probably of set it on fire!"
Cocky… My shell is also extremely cocky…