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[OOC: Oh puh-leaze. You killed Sasuke like.. twice! >0 Ho. LOVE]
Sasuke's attention and patience concerning the idle chit-chat of Suna's nin dwelled to an absolute linger, his focus biting from their given conversation. Not that he had expected the sand dunes to be of particular excitement, save for the occasional storm, he hadn't figured it would also have birthed such remarkably dull individuals. With the available evidence, the youth mused as to Gaara's own changes; Was he upon such a level to be disregarded?
Hardly accepting such a thought, he witnessed Gaara's approach with minor recognition, failing to provide proper respect and awe toward the appearance of Suna's most honorable ninja. Not that he had ever been particularly impressed with stereotypical titles.
Nor was he anymore particular as to how Gaara cast him the slightest glance of acknowledgement.
Somewhat more attentive, Sasuke casually submerged himself in the placed detail and change of the red-headed male, not at all surprise that there had been only partial physical contribution. But he appeared to carry himself differently, of more consideration, rather than attributed guilt and angst... It wasn't a note-worthy change, despite noticeable.
In the past, he had been a considerable opponent, a person of absolute worth and immense strength. He had also been a stepping stone to the coliseum of which Sasuke would have to divide his attention to gain what he needed most: power. Itachi's living presence was enough to drive the boy to near suicide, considering his last encounter with the sand induced "child."
But things appeared to have change; Or had they?
Scowling inwardly to personal baited action, Sasuke stilled himself from the possible instinct to attack; Further action now would be pointless and likely would only bid welcome to further injury. His chakra was dwindling against the meter, hardly available from the tenkutsu. If he desired to make an escape, now would not be the time. But neither was the thought of remaining comforting. Even within Suna's protective boundaries, Sasuke was set upon a silver platter, awaiting Orochimaru's reign to capture what had stole into the night.
He wouldn't allow himself to be the tasty appetizer to a full course meal.
"Tend your wounds in the hospital. You are all dismissed." He straightened slightly to the quaint instruction, and chanced a side-long glance toward the departing nin. He hadn't paid particular attention to the conversation between the nin and Gaara, chance there having been one which occurred. But it was a bold move, leaving Sasuke unattended and within the company of one lonely kazekage; Was he underestimating him? Sand etched along his limbs, the youth glowered toward the turned back of his apparent opponent. He had battled the sand before, within the arena of the chuunin selection exam... And had managed a healthy struggle. With the touch of years between them, Sasuke was sure he could do it again.
But he mused, allowing the white wash of silence to cleanse the tension from the air. He had known Gaara to be somewhat vain, and unpredictable in the past, even ruthless. Yet for him to handle the available situation with the decent quality of care and assumption... A hint of bother did ebb his concern. What kind of person was Gaara now with the foreign physical disposition? How much had he mentally changed in the past? Was he the same blood-thirsty youth who had rocked Konoha with his untouchable presence?
He didn't appear so, from Sasuke's given calculations, but the Uchiha survivor was hardly a fool. He knew better than to make immediate impression without the opportunity for change. He wouldn't be able to analyze Gaara's new persona until a later date. For now... He'd simply have to see what it was he wanted.
An audience, obviously.
What was Sasuke to do now? Premature forfeit wasn't an option, disregarding his locked figure; Gaara's ultimate defense and primary offense was an obstacle easily avoided, but only when in proper health. What else was there to do but to cooperate, for now, and await an opportunity?
Suspicious of Gaara's actions, Sasuke withdrew himself inward to cast brief regard of the present situation. And though he had never been one for meditating, it seemed best. With Konoha and Suna's apparent treaty declaration, he was "safe" for the time being. That is, until he endangered himself.
Sasuke's attention and patience concerning the idle chit-chat of Suna's nin dwelled to an absolute linger, his focus biting from their given conversation. Not that he had expected the sand dunes to be of particular excitement, save for the occasional storm, he hadn't figured it would also have birthed such remarkably dull individuals. With the available evidence, the youth mused as to Gaara's own changes; Was he upon such a level to be disregarded?
Hardly accepting such a thought, he witnessed Gaara's approach with minor recognition, failing to provide proper respect and awe toward the appearance of Suna's most honorable ninja. Not that he had ever been particularly impressed with stereotypical titles.
Nor was he anymore particular as to how Gaara cast him the slightest glance of acknowledgement.
Somewhat more attentive, Sasuke casually submerged himself in the placed detail and change of the red-headed male, not at all surprise that there had been only partial physical contribution. But he appeared to carry himself differently, of more consideration, rather than attributed guilt and angst... It wasn't a note-worthy change, despite noticeable.
In the past, he had been a considerable opponent, a person of absolute worth and immense strength. He had also been a stepping stone to the coliseum of which Sasuke would have to divide his attention to gain what he needed most: power. Itachi's living presence was enough to drive the boy to near suicide, considering his last encounter with the sand induced "child."
But things appeared to have change; Or had they?
Scowling inwardly to personal baited action, Sasuke stilled himself from the possible instinct to attack; Further action now would be pointless and likely would only bid welcome to further injury. His chakra was dwindling against the meter, hardly available from the tenkutsu. If he desired to make an escape, now would not be the time. But neither was the thought of remaining comforting. Even within Suna's protective boundaries, Sasuke was set upon a silver platter, awaiting Orochimaru's reign to capture what had stole into the night.
He wouldn't allow himself to be the tasty appetizer to a full course meal.
"Tend your wounds in the hospital. You are all dismissed." He straightened slightly to the quaint instruction, and chanced a side-long glance toward the departing nin. He hadn't paid particular attention to the conversation between the nin and Gaara, chance there having been one which occurred. But it was a bold move, leaving Sasuke unattended and within the company of one lonely kazekage; Was he underestimating him? Sand etched along his limbs, the youth glowered toward the turned back of his apparent opponent. He had battled the sand before, within the arena of the chuunin selection exam... And had managed a healthy struggle. With the touch of years between them, Sasuke was sure he could do it again.
But he mused, allowing the white wash of silence to cleanse the tension from the air. He had known Gaara to be somewhat vain, and unpredictable in the past, even ruthless. Yet for him to handle the available situation with the decent quality of care and assumption... A hint of bother did ebb his concern. What kind of person was Gaara now with the foreign physical disposition? How much had he mentally changed in the past? Was he the same blood-thirsty youth who had rocked Konoha with his untouchable presence?
He didn't appear so, from Sasuke's given calculations, but the Uchiha survivor was hardly a fool. He knew better than to make immediate impression without the opportunity for change. He wouldn't be able to analyze Gaara's new persona until a later date. For now... He'd simply have to see what it was he wanted.
An audience, obviously.
What was Sasuke to do now? Premature forfeit wasn't an option, disregarding his locked figure; Gaara's ultimate defense and primary offense was an obstacle easily avoided, but only when in proper health. What else was there to do but to cooperate, for now, and await an opportunity?
Suspicious of Gaara's actions, Sasuke withdrew himself inward to cast brief regard of the present situation. And though he had never been one for meditating, it seemed best. With Konoha and Suna's apparent treaty declaration, he was "safe" for the time being. That is, until he endangered himself.