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Character Names: Gaara

sandcarnage, Gokudera Hayato

killer_melon, Ryohei Sasagawa

lionpunchinist, Temari

suna_bitch & Black Jack

scarsnscalpels
When: June 17th
Location: The Forest
Summary: Revenge seeking goes badly when Gokudera faces off against Gaara
Ratings: PG-13, R?
Warnings: Violence. Lots of violence.
Status: CLOSED

After hearing about the "magician" the idiot girl had mentioned a few days ago, Gaara's goals had undergone a subtle, but dramatic shift. No longer was he seeking the same, aimless sort of violent games, now he wanted retribution. He would find the magician responsible for the indignity he had been put through the previous week. He would make it regret ever being born.

The disappearance of the Manor, of course, made it much more difficult to track any particular person down, which meant for now Gaara would have to be patient. Sending his chakra to his feet, he hung upside down from a tree. With his eyes closed to block out the surrounding wildlife, he concentrated on finding any traces of chakra in this world. A magician skilled enough to use a transforming jutsu strong enough to last an entire week must not be a magician at all, but a skilled genjutsu user. There would be hell to pay when Gaara located it.

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Hayato wandered through the forest aimlessly in search of something to eat that WASN'T fish. He wasn't really paying much attention to his surroundings. Why would he? He's punched out lions before what could POSSIBLY be in the forest here that could hurt him.

He heard a scurrying in the leaves, and quickly whipped around, dynamite draw for... a rabbit. He let out a sigh and looked at his dynamite then back to the rabbit, rather unamused.

"Tch, I use this shit on there won't be shit left to eat..." and he kicks a rock at the little furry woodland creature to get it to run away, "Go on get out of here. Stupid little shit."

Gaara opened one eye in annoyance when the unwelcome noise broke his focus. He didn't ever recall seeing his person before, but it doesn't matter either. There wasn't a drop of chakra that he could sense from this weakling, and therefore deserved to be treated with the same amount of regard Gaara gave to every other weakling here: None.

Silently, he watched Gokudera's progress through the forest from his branch. The item in Gokudera's hand doesn't look familiar, but presumably it's some sort of weapon judging from the way he had pulled it out in defense. What were the odds this idiot knew anything about magicians? It wouldn't hurt to find out.

"You."

His tone was utterly bored. Condescending, even.

Hayato looked up at the source of the voice, he was upside down. Well he's seen gues flying around so that wasn't TOO strange. But, hm, red hair... he wasn't going to jump to any conclusions just yet, though there weren't that many gingers waltzing around the place.

Not liking that tone one bit, Hayato sends a sharp glare at the kid. Exhaling cigarette smoke from his nose before he spoke.

"The fuck do you want, brat?"

Gokudera's attitude was one Gaara had encountered countless times before growing up in Sunagakure. A consequence of being who he was meant that he was hated, and feared on sight. Perhaps it had been unintentional on Gokudera's part, but Gaara's generalized dislike of humanity was beginning to take on a more tangible form of disdain for the piece of trash glaring up at him.

With two hands he formed a seal, and in a sudden swirl of sand, disappeared from the branch to re-appear a few feet in front of Gokudera. Standing up straight, he returned the cold stare.

"I'm looking for someone."

"..." He said nothing at first. Things were coming together in ways he REALLY wasn't liking. Red hair. The sand. Temari was talking about how she saved Ryohei from her brother. And he never got a chance to question Ryohei about the attacker because the idiot wandered off.

SHIT! What if this fucker was after Ryohei?! To finish the job?! No, he couldn't just go jumping to conclusions... but he's not about to back down either. Hayato blows a lungful of smoke at Gaara's face.

"I don't give a fuck."

Unbelievably, the attitude wasn't coming across as annoying to Gaara. In fact, it was utterly fascinating. Almost reminiscent of Uchiha Sasuke. The difference of course, being that Uchiha Sasuke actually had a sizable amount of chakra, and was a worthy opponent. So what gave this weakling any right to talk as though he had a drop of power? What right did he have to exist in such a defiant manner? Cold it be that he was hiding his chakra?

Without a change in his deadpan expression, Gaara crossed his arms, as he flicked his eyes up and down, across Gokudera watching, searching for any kind of explanation. Only to find nothing. No chakra meant he had to be a taijutsu user, and this one's body did not appear to be especially muscular. Tch. Nothing but a weakling after all.

"You defy me?"

DEFY him? Seriously? Well, he was a ballsy little shit, Hayato would give him that. But what was he? Like, friggin' ten years old? If this kid was the one who beat Ryohei, it must have been because the idiot was off-guard. Not all that surprising considering how trusting Ryohei was.

Hayato turns and starts walking away giving Gaara his notorious one-finger-salute. Though his dynamite was still clutched tightly in his free hand just in case

"Shove it up your ass, kid. You're not my boss."

There was a word used to describe idiots that thought they could disrespect Gaara and leave unscathed. Delusional. Yes, this weakling was delusional. But was it worth wasting the chakra to teach this ill mannered civilian a lesson? Reason pointed to a resounding 'no.' Gaara had a much larger target to go after; he didn't need to waste the time punishing low level scum like this.

However, that wasn't the whole story. In order to find this magician, he would need more information, and in light of that endeavor, Gaara would employ any means necessary. It certainly wasn't his problem if this fool decided to resign himself to a fate of being collateral damage. His tone, though not much different from its usual calm, takes on a very subtly dangerous quality.

"You will tell me everything you know."

This would be the only form of mercy Gaara would offer.

Hayato looks over his shoulder with a smirk, everything he knew huh? He could do that.

"Everything I know huh?"

He laughs a little to himself. Retarded kid for asking such a damn vague question. Well if he wanted to get knowledge from the vast fountain of information that was Hayato he would give it to him.

"Don't drink dry wine if it's your first time, you'll look like a pussy choking on it. If you're gunna steal a bike, walk away with it first before ya start it, and don't eat yellow snow."

Yup, that pretty much encompassed EVERYTHING Hayato had learned in his life. At least everything he cared to tell this brat. He turns to walk away again giving the kid a curt wave.

"Arrivederci."

Most of what Gokudera has to say goes straight over Gaara's head, but it doesn't take a genius to understand that he's being mocked. By trash nonetheless. Unfortunately for Gokudera, Gaara's tolerance for trash talk isn't very high.

The sand contained within his gourd shifts, forcing the stopper to corkscrew upwards into the sky. A stream of desert sand follows after in a smooth parabolic arc to the ground where it begins to circle around Gaara's feet in a wave like motion. In an outstretched hand, he catches the cork as it falls during its downward trajectory. The cork instantly turns into grains of sand, that Gaara flings at Gokudera, solidifying it into a projectile as it rushes towards Gokudera's retreating form.

"You're not going anywhere."

And the final piece of the puzzle fits into place. Hayato wastes not time in lighting a bomb and tossing it behind him to deter the oncoming shot. Temari said he was stronger then her, he couldn't play games. He lit his Vongola ring and inserted it into the box. A burst of flame envelopes his left arm and in a flash his weapon forms, he loads it and points it at Gaara.

"So you're the one who crushed Ryohei's arm, aren't you?"

The new weapon received a half interested glance before it too, was dismissed as worthless. Gaara hadn't expected the weakling to summon anything, much less do it without forming seals or using a scroll, but that oddity could be puzzled through later. This one actually seemed to be confident he could do some damage to him; Gaara was equally certain that he couldn't.

A cross between a scoff and an amused chuckle was the sole response he gave Gokudera in return. Truthfully, Gaara had no idea who Ryohei was, but he didn't care; the promise of a fight was far more interesting than the identity of a nobody. Arms crossed, he continued to give Gokudera that same imperious stare, watching, waiting for the other to make a move.

That scoff was enough for him, he could feel his cheeks redden with rage. He wasn't going to use his box weapon first though. No, instead he takes out his smoke bombs, lighting them with his cigarette and flinging them at the boy.

That gave him enough time to try to litter the ground around the other boy with dynamite and run to get behind him. This technique was enough to get Gamma on the ground at least... hopefully it would be more effective against some little twerp and some sand. He didn't even have any sort of box weapon...

Even as the smoke began to white out his field of vision, Gaara continued to give Gokudera the same impassive, detached expression. As far as Gaara was concerned, the fool wouldn't even be able to leave a scratch. Under the cover of the smoke, the sand continued to casually ripple around Gaara's feet. How long would it take this idiot to learn anything he could throw at Gaara would be futile? A few minutes, if he were smart. Gaara had no reason to give this one the benefit of the doubt.

"Is that all?"

"I'm just gettin' started."

Hayato ~~IS A FIRIN' HIS LAZARS!~~ inserts a stick of dynamite into his box weapon and closes the mouth before shooting it at Gaara's feet causing a chain explosion from his bombs. He quickly loads another shot and aims it right at where Gaara was standing. The ground is thoroughly ripped apart from his onslaught, but the field is filled with smoke. Hayato just stands there, holding his breath in anticipation, waiting for the smoke to clear to see the results of his onslaught.

But as the smoke started to clear, it slowly revealed the shadowy outline of a perfect sphere, a mineralized cocoon of sand that shielded Gaara from the blast. As Gaara predicted, Gokudera's efforts did not even come close to touching him. The sand cracked audibly as it became fluid. Streams of sand fell to the ground, revealing the boy within; he hadn't moved an inch during the onslaught. The only difference before and after the attack, was an increasingly murderous undertone in Gaara's voice. The attack had been stronger than Gaara had anticipated for someone who possessed no chakra. He wanted to see if there was more.

"Don't tell me that was all you could do."

Hayato stood there, slack jawed and wide-eyed. It didn't touch him at all. That was the most fire power her had...

"F-fuck...."

He bit his lip and started looking around. His best bet at this pint was to try to use the environment to his advantage. Plenty of trees.... but how would he get past that sand? In a desperate attempt to try and gauge more about the sand and it's speed Hayato lights up some of his rocket bombs and tossed them over Gaara, in seconds the bottoms pop off and they making a b-line right for Gaara. Hopefully using the distraction to his advantage, the silverette rolls some more dynamite on the ground.

Gaara gave the rocket bombs a cursory glance. He hadn't seen bombs with a built in propulsion system before, but if they had the same weak level of explosive power, it would be the same, predictable result.

"Tch."

Gaara extended an arm forward. Rivulets of sand mimicked the motion with their own arm like projections to snag the bombs out of mid air, enveloping them within their grasps. The dynamite exploded within the sand-- the only signs of give shown was a slight expansion, but otherwise, the explosion is completely contained. Misshapen fragments of Gokudera's bombs fall to the ground as Gaara releases the pressure on the sand, resembling an almost mechanical rainfall.

"Useless effort."

Hayato smirks.

"Thanks for not payin' attention to your feet."

and the bombs that Hayato had rolled onto the grass earlier go off. He didn't see it coming, so he couldn't block it, right? Hayato HAD this! The bombs should create an opening which he should be able to exploit!

...right?

Gaara had indeed been caught off guard by the explosives by his feet. But it was still futile. Arguably, Temari and Kankuro were better ninja in that they needed to be constantly vigilant, and aware of their environment.

However--the smoke from the blast cleared, revealing once again, a thick wall of sand-- Gaara was not rumored to have an absolute defense for nothing.

Piece by piece, the wall liquified, as the grains of sand began to hover lazily around Gaara's torso.

"So."

The deadpan expression he had maintained during the fight finally transformed into a sadistic grin. The fight had awoken some of Gaara's more sinister urges.

"Is that all your pathetic hate amounts to? Let me show you some real pain."

A rush of sand coursed towards Gokudera, reaching for any exposed body part- arm, leg, head- Gaara didn't care. Playtime was finally over.

Hayato stares mortified for a moment. He gave it his all. Everything he had... and did it did nothing. Thus his response for the sand is a bit belated, he tries to make a dive off to the side to dodge. Unfortunately, speed on foot was never one of Hayato's strong suits, the sand quickly envelopes his left leg up to his thigh and he finds himself unable to move.

He looks down at his leg in horror, he can't form a complete thought but there's a sinking feeling in his stomach. dread just washed over him as he just knows.... this is exactly what happened to Ryohei...

With a sense of finality, Gaara made a tight fist with his right hand.

"Sabaku Sousou!"

The effect of the jutsu was immediate. The sand imploded with tremendous force instantly pulverizing Gokudera's entire leg. Neither bone, nor soft tissue; neither muscle, nor tendon stood a chance against the force. Everything shattered, nothing was spared.

Hayato froze, it seemed so surreal for just a split second. It just couldn't be happening. It had to be a dream, or an illusion! Not him!

...and then the pain hit.

He lets out an ear piercing scream in agony. This was nothing short of the torture he had gone through with Gamma.... not this was worse. His leg was destroyed. He was going to die. This was it.

He failed. He failed Ryohei. He failed the Vongola. He failed the Tenth.

Hayato falls to the ground, beside himself in pain.

Gaara smirked in satisfaction, the sand relinquished its hold on Gokudera's leg. The trash was as good as dead, he could leave it to die now.

But.

As the scent of fresh blood permeated the air, Gaara could feel the other consciousness within him, stirring, beseeching him. Finish it. Kill it. Gaara had gotten more involved in this fight than he had anticipated. Eyes fixed on Gokudera's twitching, bleeding form, there was little resistance he put up against his monstrous inclinations.

This time, as good as dead wasn't good enough. He needed to fulfill that lust for more blood. More devastation.

Wordlessly, Gaara sent a second wave of sand at the near-corpse. This time, no meagre amount of sand rushed towards Gokudera; a veritable torrent of sand was unleashed, snapping off the smaller tree branches as it threatened to engulf Gokudera whole.

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XDDD /GIVES EDIT MODE?

yus please ;-;

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