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LOG; ONGOING; CLOSED

Jul 12, 2009 00:05

When; Sunday, July 12, late morning.
Rating; R; for violence!
Characters; Gaara (sandmullet) & Kankurou (smacktalker)
Summary; Gaara arrives cursed like the rest of the crew of speshul (ed). Ninja-ing around the network, he finds evidence of his missing-nin brother. It's easier to track someone in the City, kids! WARNING: ASH AND I HAVE MUTUALLY DECLARED a dmsalkd re: ( Read more... )

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smacktalker July 12 2009, 05:12:34 UTC

He would dodge the sand that shot in his direction. He decided that almost as soon as he became aware of the other presence- a presence so painfully familiar he almost, almost felt human again. And it had been so long since he'd felt human.

He would dodge, even if it would be easier to yield. He wanted to yield. Wanted the sand to wrap around and around and around him, crush the body he fled the village in shame over. One cowardly act begets another. Your brother is a coward, Gaara, he thought. You see it. You know it. Kill me. End it. I'll let you. I'll die by your hand.

So easy...

But not today. There would be no dying today.

The puppet that was Kankurou moved of its own accord, out of the sand's path, away from release. (Who pulled the strings, he wondered. Who pulls them now?)

Back still turned, he spoke.

"So it's you...Gaara."

sandmullet July 12 2009, 06:13:30 UTC

It may as well have been a warning strike. Gaara knew, with some frustration with himself, that he could have done better. Should have. His arms stayed at his sides; his hands flexed, fingers spreading wide and curling in. The ground beneath their feet stirred, shifting so completely, so entirely, that it groaned. Sand poured from his gourd and beat at the dirt.

"..."

That was all he had to say? Six years. Six years of watching Temari's face line, of dissecting his heart. It had been a whole different kind of pain. As strong as that which he had felt daily, but different, and he learned that the word was loss, the word was betrayal in a way that it had never fit for Yashamaru, for his father, for the village in the beginning.

Because Kankurou, with his languid grins and his cocky talk, with his bickering, with his coming to accept him after he had hated him, feared him, had left him ( ... )

smacktalker July 12 2009, 16:02:29 UTC

How do you teach a puppet to feel? Kankurou’s face could no longer show emotion. His voice had no more warmth. His words were just that, words, delivered as if by rote, without any indication that his brother had impacted him at all. The passage of time made little difference to him-six years might have been sixty.

And yet he still clung to his shame the way a child clings to a favorite toy. There was a reason he led the hunter-nins on a wild goose chase, flitting from one location to another, avoiding capture over and over again.

Were his brother and sister to see him, were he to see himself reflected in their eyes ( ... )

sandmullet July 13 2009, 01:01:07 UTC

It was jarring, even for him, to see it. The sliding jaw, the separate mouth piece, prominent under paint; how far Kankurou had gone. It did not click, it did not creak as he spoke, too well tended. Without flesh for his voice to form in, just wood, Gaara understood the different sound. It made him wonder if Kankurou wasn't somewhere else, hidden, pulling the strings, orchestrating a trap.

A possibility. As was this puppet being his actual brother. It did not disgust him. It did not matter. Not this part. He could not understand why, but he knew something about monsters ( ... )

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