Chapter 292: Trice
n. a very short time; an instant.
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If Gaara could move, his would be scowling at this very moment. Kagome had almost been hurt and if it hadn't been for that idiotic, noisy blonde she would have been.
For one stupid moment, Gaara had forgotten that Mother's retreat had only been temporary. He had thrived in his moment of freedom but forgot that only a small portion of his mind was his own. Mother had never liked Kagome, so Gaara could understand Mother taking advantage of the opportunistic turn of events.
He could understand it, but he didn't have to like it. Then when the burning pain had started, he had lost what little control he had to still the bloody sands that Mother was trying to engulf Kagome in.
Gaara didn't want Kagome dead, because for whatever reason he was…attached to her. He liked that she could chase Mother into the darkest depths of his mind, liked that he did not have to say anything to her and she'd just stay there and fill the air with her senseless chatter, he liked that she had not been sullied by the darkness of ninja arts.
As long as Mother was around, Kagome wouldn't be safe around him.
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