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Ah. What a fruitless day.
And I had so hoped she would be useful, for once. Orochimaru-sama doesn't seem to be as upset as I had anticipated he would be. I think seeing a good, rousing torture session does wonders for his demeanor. If he'd let me study him psychologically, I'm sure I could prove this theory to be sound...
After the session, I decided to see if the Sand Princess had given our little proposal more thought. I sauntered down the empty lower jail which was cold but just as arrid as the surface. She was sitting on the floor of the cell with her unconcious bother sort of laying on her lap when I arrived. She was lost in pity, cooing over his mashed body.
"Oh god, I am so sorry..." she sniffled.
"Not sorry enough to have saved him from torture, though..." I pointed out.
She looked up at me with her brother's blood all over her face and hands and growled at me to get lost. I scolded her with a few clicks of my tongue. "You know, I would but this is our turf these days so I can stand here till the cows come home."
"Oh, you mean you're not needed to wipe Orochimaru's ass? How nice for you."
"He has people for that," I replied, trying to lighten the mood and pushed my glasses up my nose. "But seriously. Why didn't you save him?" I asked and nodded toward the hunk of meat in her arms.
She laughed darkly. "Even if I gave you an answer, you wouldn't understand it."
"Oh?"
"In order for us to speak the same language you need to sort of not be a traitor."
I was starting to realize that this tact wouldn't work. She hadn't broken down at all, even going so far as to dig up the past, again! But perhaps there was still hope... "All we need is a name, Temari," I said quietly, using her name for the first time in a long while. "Names are the same in all languages. Even mine."
She laughed at me. Ok, so maybe that wasn't working, either. "A name?" she spat. "I have a name for you. Gaara!"
I shook my head. She just didn't get it. "He can't read the scroll."
She was getting irritated now, probably fighting exhaustion and wishing I would just go away and let her sleep. "What makes you think that I, of all people, know this? I was a child when it happened. Why don't you go torture some of the Council members? They're sure to know the answer."
Again I shook my head. "Oh, we covered that, I assure you. They're just as useless to us as they were to you, I'm sure."
She turned her nose up and shrugged. "Well then I don't think I can help you."
Now my patience was growing thin. I crouched down and tried to look her in the eyes. "You know," I inisited. "I saw it on your face when Orochimaru-sama prompted you."
"Oh, hey, here's an idea," she said, sort of laughing, her exhaustion wearing on her brain, or so it seemed. "Maybe you can ressurect my father and ask him! I'm sure he has a few nice words for the two of you."
"Hey," I said, going along for the ride. "That's not a bad idea! By all accounts he was a bastard himself. He'd fit right in with us, wouldn't he?"
She laughed a sort of crackpot old-woman sounding laugh. "Sure! Go ahead. I don't care. I was glad to hear that fucker bit it..." Yep. She'd lost it.
I sighed and stood back up. "Oh good. Good..." Not good. She was off in the land of the lost and useless to me as an interrogation subject until she'd had some rest. I turned and leaned against the wall outside her cell.
"Oooh," she sang. "You better hurry though, because no one really knows where he's burried... Corpses don't really hold up too much in the sands you know..." She lowered her head and cooed to her brother again. "Shhh. It's okay...it'll be okay..I promise...."
Ah well.
"Well I know where he was killed, anyway..." I continued, playing along for the hell of it. "He'd look sort of gross, I suppose. If there's anything left at all... And the smell. Well. I've actually sort of grown fond of that smell. Reminds me of home."
Her head shot up for a moment. "You disgust me," she hissed.
That was more like it. My hope renewed, I decided to call it a night and pushed off from the wall. "Well, we'll do this again tomorrow, shall we?"
She called out as I walked away. "You're wasting your time~!"
"I'm sure that's what your brother-dear thinks too," I sniped with a wave as I disapeared into the darkness.
And I had so hoped she would be useful, for once. Orochimaru-sama doesn't seem to be as upset as I had anticipated he would be. I think seeing a good, rousing torture session does wonders for his demeanor. If he'd let me study him psychologically, I'm sure I could prove this theory to be sound...
After the session, I decided to see if the Sand Princess had given our little proposal more thought. I sauntered down the empty lower jail which was cold but just as arrid as the surface. She was sitting on the floor of the cell with her unconcious bother sort of laying on her lap when I arrived. She was lost in pity, cooing over his mashed body.
"Oh god, I am so sorry..." she sniffled.
"Not sorry enough to have saved him from torture, though..." I pointed out.
She looked up at me with her brother's blood all over her face and hands and growled at me to get lost. I scolded her with a few clicks of my tongue. "You know, I would but this is our turf these days so I can stand here till the cows come home."
"Oh, you mean you're not needed to wipe Orochimaru's ass? How nice for you."
"He has people for that," I replied, trying to lighten the mood and pushed my glasses up my nose. "But seriously. Why didn't you save him?" I asked and nodded toward the hunk of meat in her arms.
She laughed darkly. "Even if I gave you an answer, you wouldn't understand it."
"Oh?"
"In order for us to speak the same language you need to sort of not be a traitor."
I was starting to realize that this tact wouldn't work. She hadn't broken down at all, even going so far as to dig up the past, again! But perhaps there was still hope... "All we need is a name, Temari," I said quietly, using her name for the first time in a long while. "Names are the same in all languages. Even mine."
She laughed at me. Ok, so maybe that wasn't working, either. "A name?" she spat. "I have a name for you. Gaara!"
I shook my head. She just didn't get it. "He can't read the scroll."
She was getting irritated now, probably fighting exhaustion and wishing I would just go away and let her sleep. "What makes you think that I, of all people, know this? I was a child when it happened. Why don't you go torture some of the Council members? They're sure to know the answer."
Again I shook my head. "Oh, we covered that, I assure you. They're just as useless to us as they were to you, I'm sure."
She turned her nose up and shrugged. "Well then I don't think I can help you."
Now my patience was growing thin. I crouched down and tried to look her in the eyes. "You know," I inisited. "I saw it on your face when Orochimaru-sama prompted you."
"Oh, hey, here's an idea," she said, sort of laughing, her exhaustion wearing on her brain, or so it seemed. "Maybe you can ressurect my father and ask him! I'm sure he has a few nice words for the two of you."
"Hey," I said, going along for the ride. "That's not a bad idea! By all accounts he was a bastard himself. He'd fit right in with us, wouldn't he?"
She laughed a sort of crackpot old-woman sounding laugh. "Sure! Go ahead. I don't care. I was glad to hear that fucker bit it..." Yep. She'd lost it.
I sighed and stood back up. "Oh good. Good..." Not good. She was off in the land of the lost and useless to me as an interrogation subject until she'd had some rest. I turned and leaned against the wall outside her cell.
"Oooh," she sang. "You better hurry though, because no one really knows where he's burried... Corpses don't really hold up too much in the sands you know..." She lowered her head and cooed to her brother again. "Shhh. It's okay...it'll be okay..I promise...."
Ah well.
"Well I know where he was killed, anyway..." I continued, playing along for the hell of it. "He'd look sort of gross, I suppose. If there's anything left at all... And the smell. Well. I've actually sort of grown fond of that smell. Reminds me of home."
Her head shot up for a moment. "You disgust me," she hissed.
That was more like it. My hope renewed, I decided to call it a night and pushed off from the wall. "Well, we'll do this again tomorrow, shall we?"
She called out as I walked away. "You're wasting your time~!"
"I'm sure that's what your brother-dear thinks too," I sniped with a wave as I disapeared into the darkness.