[[from here]]No one had been within immediate range of the door, but Sasuke took care to keep in the shadow cast by the walls as he slipped outside
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Naruto held the stare and the glare, attempted to look twice as fierce as all that. It was only when Gaara lowered his head, just for a moment, that he felt his anger refined into something more difficult to grasp.
It couldn't be helped. Before Landel's, any interaction with the suna-nin wasn't exactly positive, nor were they on, technically, good terms. He learned only of Suna's cooperation after Sasuke's defection to Sound, but hadn't witnessed any of it. Only appreciated it after the fact.
Watching Gaara speak took the edge of his anger for some reason-- nothing he entirely understood, mind you. It was as if he was asking, but telling, but asking. Naruto's arms unfolded, if a bit reluctantly. "Hey," he started, hands fumbling onto his hips, posture indignant, but not as formally so. "Did you ever think that maybe I need your help?"
He pouted. "Sasuke's gone by now. If I go back I'll be alone."
It wasn't a way for him to be secretly brave; honestly, whatever his intital intentions had been, Naruto didn't want to turn back now and wander the corridors by himself. With things like ghosts and Phil Atio and who knows what the hell else was in that place at night.
The intensity of his glare, of the stubborn hold of his arms together, wavered in the face of Naruto's loss of posture. The face-off was short-lived, and there seemed little point to unnecessary rigidity. Gaara would be caught further off-guard by what Naruto said.
A more vocal, casual speech familiar Gaara might have asked him if he was kidding. His eyes said enough, widening a little, disbelief strong. No, Gaara had not thought of that. It was completely illogical.
"You don't need my help," he said, as fact. "I cannot do anything. I am useless." Facing it. Grinding in the truth, like so much soil that would not. It made him nauseous, it was frustration in every inch of him, but said as if a commentary on the weather. As if Gaara ever commented on the weather. (Except when all forecasts indicated a blood rain).
He did remember his initial stance, and amended that statement. "I can get the bats. Uchiha Sasuke is upstairs." This alone, of Naruto going upstairs by himself, was not the same as that other loneliness. It did not strike Gaara as being a problem.
Still, he lacked that earlier conviction. Naruto's expression was stupid, but also remarkably effective in wearing away his platform.
"Wrong." Naruto corrected him immediately and loudly, pointing a finger to emphasize. "People are worth more than their skill levels in taijutsu."
He was not a coward, but he was, sometimes, incredibly clingy. As much as he wanted to stay with Gaara because it would reassure him that the sand ninja was not alone, it was also reassuring to stay. How could he explain that?
"Hell, he probably anticipated that we'd go running upstairs and went somewhere else to lose us." Actually, Sasuke was an asshole, but he wasn't stupid. Two other shinobi with bats couldn't hurt, even he had to recognize that. Still. "Well, that's not the point. Where ever Sasuke is, I still want to go get my own bat."
There was plenty of space on this field. Gaara was still standing right in front of him, so he tested walking around the other ninja. In the distance he could hear what sounded like some kind of scuffle-- instinctively he was drawn, but had to scold himself. Bad, no. No chakra. Bat first.
Naruto didn't quite stride over to the shed with complete and utter confidence-- he did peek, once, over his shoulder, to see if Gaara would finally accept his decision.
Gaara blinked. Naruto was loud and pointing, and Gaara might have argued: Yes. They are also worth ninjutsu and genjutsu, and without those, they are useless. They became unable to be needed, and abandonment was nigh. If they could not then destroy, being useless, what was the point?
Naruto had a way of plowing on, and Gaara found himself giving in. It was not the time or place to launch into an extended debate, and Gaara disliked speaking.
He kept his mouth shut, lips pressing into a thin line. He doubted the Uchiha had gone that far, but the important part was the bat. Gaara nodded, and keeping his focus well away from the unresponsive soil (the back of Naruto's neck was a good spot, until the shed became primary), followed.
Gaara did feel slightly put out that he, the Kazekage, had had his decision over-ruled by another ninja. As consequence, he moved forward to initiate opening the door. He did not examine the outside of the shed, only noting the door and its damage, including a forced lock. No doubt Uchiha Sasuke's work. Nice and convenient. He walked inside.
It couldn't be helped. Before Landel's, any interaction with the suna-nin wasn't exactly positive, nor were they on, technically, good terms. He learned only of Suna's cooperation after Sasuke's defection to Sound, but hadn't witnessed any of it. Only appreciated it after the fact.
Watching Gaara speak took the edge of his anger for some reason-- nothing he entirely understood, mind you. It was as if he was asking, but telling, but asking. Naruto's arms unfolded, if a bit reluctantly. "Hey," he started, hands fumbling onto his hips, posture indignant, but not as formally so. "Did you ever think that maybe I need your help?"
He pouted. "Sasuke's gone by now. If I go back I'll be alone."
It wasn't a way for him to be secretly brave; honestly, whatever his intital intentions had been, Naruto didn't want to turn back now and wander the corridors by himself. With things like ghosts and Phil Atio and who knows what the hell else was in that place at night.
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A more vocal, casual speech familiar Gaara might have asked him if he was kidding. His eyes said enough, widening a little, disbelief strong. No, Gaara had not thought of that. It was completely illogical.
"You don't need my help," he said, as fact. "I cannot do anything. I am useless." Facing it. Grinding in the truth, like so much soil that would not. It made him nauseous, it was frustration in every inch of him, but said as if a commentary on the weather. As if Gaara ever commented on the weather. (Except when all forecasts indicated a blood rain).
He did remember his initial stance, and amended that statement. "I can get the bats. Uchiha Sasuke is upstairs." This alone, of Naruto going upstairs by himself, was not the same as that other loneliness. It did not strike Gaara as being a problem.
Still, he lacked that earlier conviction. Naruto's expression was stupid, but also remarkably effective in wearing away his platform.
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He was not a coward, but he was, sometimes, incredibly clingy. As much as he wanted to stay with Gaara because it would reassure him that the sand ninja was not alone, it was also reassuring to stay. How could he explain that?
"Hell, he probably anticipated that we'd go running upstairs and went somewhere else to lose us." Actually, Sasuke was an asshole, but he wasn't stupid. Two other shinobi with bats couldn't hurt, even he had to recognize that. Still. "Well, that's not the point. Where ever Sasuke is, I still want to go get my own bat."
There was plenty of space on this field. Gaara was still standing right in front of him, so he tested walking around the other ninja. In the distance he could hear what sounded like some kind of scuffle-- instinctively he was drawn, but had to scold himself. Bad, no. No chakra. Bat first.
Naruto didn't quite stride over to the shed with complete and utter confidence-- he did peek, once, over his shoulder, to see if Gaara would finally accept his decision.
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Naruto had a way of plowing on, and Gaara found himself giving in. It was not the time or place to launch into an extended debate, and Gaara disliked speaking.
He kept his mouth shut, lips pressing into a thin line. He doubted the Uchiha had gone that far, but the important part was the bat. Gaara nodded, and keeping his focus well away from the unresponsive soil (the back of Naruto's neck was a good spot, until the shed became primary), followed.
Gaara did feel slightly put out that he, the Kazekage, had had his decision over-ruled by another ninja. As consequence, he moved forward to initiate opening the door. He did not examine the outside of the shed, only noting the door and its damage, including a forced lock. No doubt Uchiha Sasuke's work. Nice and convenient. He walked inside.
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