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She opened her eyes and looked around. It was her home.
Or something like it.
Everything seemed larger and darker and-- god help her-- almost frightening. She was a Jounin of Sunagakure, she didn't fear these things. She did not fear.
The sharp noise of a baby crying filled the air. She knew that sound. That-- horrible sound. No. No, no, no. Gaara was in control of himself. The demon was out of him now...
The sound shifted into a maniacal sort of laughter, the soft noise of flesh and bone being compacted and then torn apart to rain down on the area. Sabakukyu --sand coffin.
Nononononono...
Or something like it.
Everything seemed larger and darker and-- god help her-- almost frightening. She was a Jounin of Sunagakure, she didn't fear these things. She did not fear.
The sharp noise of a baby crying filled the air. She knew that sound. That-- horrible sound. No. No, no, no. Gaara was in control of himself. The demon was out of him now...
The sound shifted into a maniacal sort of laughter, the soft noise of flesh and bone being compacted and then torn apart to rain down on the area. Sabakukyu --sand coffin.
Nononononono...