http://sandcarnage.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] sandcarnage.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] badfic_logs 2011-06-22 03:42 am (UTC)

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...but something was wrong. Gaara frowned as he studied the compressed sand overhead. The inside was slick with droplets of blood, he could feel that much, and yet... the amount hadn't been enough to satisfy the thirst.

A substitution jutsu at the very last moment would be inconceivable; He had made sure that the chakra-less fool couldn't form any seals as an extra precaution.

He muttered under his breath. "Impossible."

He opened his fist, gradually relinquishing the pressure on the sand, to reveal... nothing, as expected. Unlike most other killing jutsus this one didn't leave behind a corpse. Total elimination of his opponents' existence was what Gaara strove for.

So was he to be satisfied with this pathetic amount of blood that he drew and walk away? As Gaara thought, the fool hadn't been worth his time or the chakra he had wasted already.

Slowly, but surely, the sand began to return to the gourd on Gaara's back, resealing it as it did so. His task was done here.

"Worthless fool was a waste of my time."

He formed the seal of the Ram, and in a rush of sand, disappeared.

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