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::A roleplay between Deidara (Kale), Itachi (Whitney), and Gaara (Me). Short summary -- The three of them are on the way back from Konohagakure's chunin exams and Itachi is under the assumption that they are to return directly to Suna, though two come up with other plans of their own.::
Gaara's piercing gaze stayed ahead, fixated on the dark fabric covering Itachi's backside in silence as the three of them continued in this steady, serene pace that they had been going for what felt like hours now. In the start of this travel back to Sunagakure all three of them had fell silent, which would not have struck awkward for the red-head if the blonde wasn't here as an escort as well. Deidara was never silent. Never. The very thought caused a slow shift of pale irises to now fall on Deidara who was just a little up further than he, yet still behind the elder Uchiha. Briefly Gaara mused with himself if something had troubled the overactive artist back in Konoha but soon lost interest in that thought after finding a more suitable answer that would fit perfectly; he was simply bored out of his mind. The darkened eyes fell closed in confidence of the that and opened slowly to once more focus on the elder Uchiha ahead. Few were accustomed to the tasks dealt to a Kazekage and most would concider the daily rutine drastically lacking in any color; but to Gaara, the work suit him well, Being a Kazekage since the young age of fourteen boring was usual and by no means did the job cause dismay or show no satisfaction. Afterall, his goal to finally be looked upon by those of his village as something other than a weapon was made through this position; and that in itself was a prize. However, the young Kage couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to step beyond that security line that held him contained and partake in actions that would normally be just an illusion of the mind that hovered near, like a whispering pest; much as the blonde often did. What was it he called it.. his art? Itachi's backside remained in Gaara's line of vision through this turmoil and though he was distracted by confusing thoughts, Gaara couldn't help but take in how perfectly the elder male's frame moved exactly to his liking with each confident step that barely made a sound -- showing proudly to any that paid enough attention to minor details the dark haired male's grace and talent. The sight and motions of the taller male unintentionally burned into Gaara's mind until finally he was sedated with pure want of what it was he was staring at; now of all times. From what now came clear to him as a solution to his inner conflict, stepping out of his proper confines and tampering with an experiment that would race his blood with the excitement he long since left behind was going to be done here. And gaining another's guidance who was constantly throwing himself onto a different path for an adrenaline rush in the name of art wouldn't hurt.
The slender arms loosely hugging his ribs unfolded nonchalantly and both hands lowered to his sides; his head now in Deidara's direction with an impassive expression plasterded on his face. A quick glance was casted between the two males to make certain that both were blissfully concerned with only themselves before he continued; idly turning one hand palms up and curling the slender digits carefully. Following his signal the Tanuki's sand made a deadly hiss as it formed into the palm to shimmer in the suns rays, rotating there to gather before streaking out in the thinnest of shakey lines towards the blonde. Once close enough to it's target the sand that was once used only as a deadly weapon tenderly wrapped around Deidara's wrist and pulled him back, Gaara himself swiftly (yet quietly) closing the distance and placing his free hand up to his mouth; one finger signaling for the blonde to remain silent, and blue eyes trained to those of a darker shade to demand such. Gaara glanced ahead to take notice that Itachi still walked on to his pleasure, though nothing was to be underestimated of that male. The sand tightened around Deidara's wrist to signal him to slow his pace before dispersing. "You're bored, aren't you?" He bellowed lowly while lowering his hands, eyes flicking from Itachi and finally towards the one he was speaking to. The flick of curiousity and uncertainty that passed his blonde friend's face told Gaara to continue on. "The night Itachi and I were," He paused for a moment and flicked his vision to the side in thought of the loss of just the right word to use here. "..inebriated..in your room." He finally forced out. "Did any thing strike interest to you with the three of us?"
Gaara's piercing gaze stayed ahead, fixated on the dark fabric covering Itachi's backside in silence as the three of them continued in this steady, serene pace that they had been going for what felt like hours now. In the start of this travel back to Sunagakure all three of them had fell silent, which would not have struck awkward for the red-head if the blonde wasn't here as an escort as well. Deidara was never silent. Never. The very thought caused a slow shift of pale irises to now fall on Deidara who was just a little up further than he, yet still behind the elder Uchiha. Briefly Gaara mused with himself if something had troubled the overactive artist back in Konoha but soon lost interest in that thought after finding a more suitable answer that would fit perfectly; he was simply bored out of his mind. The darkened eyes fell closed in confidence of the that and opened slowly to once more focus on the elder Uchiha ahead. Few were accustomed to the tasks dealt to a Kazekage and most would concider the daily rutine drastically lacking in any color; but to Gaara, the work suit him well, Being a Kazekage since the young age of fourteen boring was usual and by no means did the job cause dismay or show no satisfaction. Afterall, his goal to finally be looked upon by those of his village as something other than a weapon was made through this position; and that in itself was a prize. However, the young Kage couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to step beyond that security line that held him contained and partake in actions that would normally be just an illusion of the mind that hovered near, like a whispering pest; much as the blonde often did. What was it he called it.. his art? Itachi's backside remained in Gaara's line of vision through this turmoil and though he was distracted by confusing thoughts, Gaara couldn't help but take in how perfectly the elder male's frame moved exactly to his liking with each confident step that barely made a sound -- showing proudly to any that paid enough attention to minor details the dark haired male's grace and talent. The sight and motions of the taller male unintentionally burned into Gaara's mind until finally he was sedated with pure want of what it was he was staring at; now of all times. From what now came clear to him as a solution to his inner conflict, stepping out of his proper confines and tampering with an experiment that would race his blood with the excitement he long since left behind was going to be done here. And gaining another's guidance who was constantly throwing himself onto a different path for an adrenaline rush in the name of art wouldn't hurt.
The slender arms loosely hugging his ribs unfolded nonchalantly and both hands lowered to his sides; his head now in Deidara's direction with an impassive expression plasterded on his face. A quick glance was casted between the two males to make certain that both were blissfully concerned with only themselves before he continued; idly turning one hand palms up and curling the slender digits carefully. Following his signal the Tanuki's sand made a deadly hiss as it formed into the palm to shimmer in the suns rays, rotating there to gather before streaking out in the thinnest of shakey lines towards the blonde. Once close enough to it's target the sand that was once used only as a deadly weapon tenderly wrapped around Deidara's wrist and pulled him back, Gaara himself swiftly (yet quietly) closing the distance and placing his free hand up to his mouth; one finger signaling for the blonde to remain silent, and blue eyes trained to those of a darker shade to demand such. Gaara glanced ahead to take notice that Itachi still walked on to his pleasure, though nothing was to be underestimated of that male. The sand tightened around Deidara's wrist to signal him to slow his pace before dispersing. "You're bored, aren't you?" He bellowed lowly while lowering his hands, eyes flicking from Itachi and finally towards the one he was speaking to. The flick of curiousity and uncertainty that passed his blonde friend's face told Gaara to continue on. "The night Itachi and I were," He paused for a moment and flicked his vision to the side in thought of the loss of just the right word to use here. "..inebriated..in your room." He finally forced out. "Did any thing strike interest to you with the three of us?"