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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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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.

Meanwhile, in a more peaceful area of the forest, Ryohei is looking around for his next meal.

And then he hears it. The multiple explosions, followed by an eerie silence. And then a scream of agony...a scream that sounded a little too much like it belonged to someone he knew....Octopus-Head?!

He immediately calls Dende while sprinting as fast as he can to the direction of the scream. While running, he suddenly gets a bad feeling that this is the work of the red-haired kiddo. He knew Gokudera was tough, and there wasn't much else he could think of that could make some one like Gokudera scream that loudly. He then turns the communicator off, and hastily stuffs it in his pocket as he wouldn't want a kid like Dende involved with some one dangerous as Gaara.

When he arrives at the vicinity of the scene, the first thing he notices is the heavy stench of blood. That...couldn't be good. He then sees Gokudera's fallen form and afterwards his leg, strikingly similar to his pulverized arm two weeks ago. Meaning...it was the work of the red-haired kid. Before he could think or say anything more, Ryohei sees the wave of sand rushing towards the fallen form. He realizes if that the sand covers Gokudera...he'll really die. Ryohei rushes in front of Gokudera's fallen-form and in front of the wave of sand.

At first the only thing Gokudera can register is the cold ground underneath him. He can hear the rumbling as the sand comes for him, he's about to close his eyes and just embrace it when someone else appears. He's only half-conscious as he looks up to see who the moron is...

No. no no no no no no no no....

Not Ryohei. If Ryohei dies...if that STUPID MORON DIES then this would all be for NOTHING! Hayato shakily struggles to try to at least lift his head off the ground.

"F-fucking... idiot.... get... get the hell out of here!"

Edited 2011-06-19 06:43 (UTC)

She too heard the explosions...but what really grabbed her attention was the strong force of Chakra that stemmed from the general area. The two things combined brought her to a horrible conclusion...that idiot Gokudera and her brother had found each other.

Speeding towards the area, she paid no heed to hiding herself, nor that she was pushing herself too hard. She had to get there before Gaara did something she would regret later. Flaring her Chakra like a beacon, she'd hoped that it would at least stall the boy until she could get there, a message that she was on her way and he shouldn't do anything rash.

Bursting into the clearing, she was horrified at what she saw. Gaara wasn't playing this time, he was intent on killing the moron. She'd regret this later, she knew she would...

Landing close to the redhead, she actually raised her voice to him, hoping to get through to Gaara before he finished the two.

"Gaara, Stop! This has to stop!"

The sudden appearance of that idiot Gaara had met on his first day here had already been irritating enough, first because Gaara hadn't detected it thanks to his pathetic lack of chakra, and secondly because somehow his arm had been restored by some skilled healing ninja. But not even those two things could compare to the sheer outrage he felt at the fact that fool so dared to get in Gaara's way of finishing off the half dead boy on the forest floor.

The act of sheer stupidity, it was all so familiar, so reminiscent of that one moment in which that older fool in the eyesore tracksuit that had jumped in to save the life of his student for no good reason. It was a memory that felt so impossibly far away from his present reality- he had been robbed of that kill!- but the resemblance between the two incidents were so striking that--

"Hnnngh!"

He could feel the chakra approaching him. Immediately, he knew its source: Temari. The sand waned in its approach, falling, as though suddenly lifeless, on the ground looking perfectly harmless. He would not be robbed of this kill. He refused to let this one go. So was Temari coming to stop him? The notion was ridiculous.

Without even turning to look at Temari, as he knew perfectly well that she was standing right there, he delivered a violent backhand with his arm to force her away.

"You stay out of this!"

He could try to flee with Gokudera's body while Gaara was distracted, but that would mean abandoning his savior he hasn't even thanked yet. Not to mention it wasn't his style to run away.

Ryohei walks over to Temari and says in a restrained voice so he wouldn't attract the attention of any other potential victims to Gaara's sand, "...If you have enough strength, go get octopus-head some help."

Ryohei turns towards Gaara and starts to unravel the bandages around his arms. Then he proceeds to take a boxing stance.

"Kid. The one you've got the extreme problem with is me right? Leave the others out of this."

Hayato lets his head drop to the ground again, no longer able to lift it up. He stares at Ryohei's back as he walks over to Gaara just mentally pleading with him to just go away. Hayato was already invalid... if the Tenth loses Ryohei too it could mean the end of the Vongola. Hayato bites down on his bottom lip with with his last bit of strength tries to pull himself forward. Obviously the attempt fails and he falls limp on the ground again.

"Fucking... Lawn-head... get the hell out of here..."

He had to do SOMETHING. ANYTHING. There had to be SOMEONE! Hayato reaches into his pocket for his phone, he stared at the screen for a moment, he couldn't see it... he didn't have his glasses on. Shit! He scrolls through the list and just hits a name, hoping he called someone useful. Unbeknownst to him, he just called Black Jack. Dropping the phone he looks down at his leg, it hardly even looked like a leg, more like a mangled lump of flesh under his jeans... it... didn't hurt anymore. That was bad wasn't it? He felt ill... he didn't want to lose his leg. He COULDN'T lose his leg! His mind going fuzzy, he completely forgot about the commotion going on just a few feet away. Instead all of hit attention was turned to reaching down and trying to prod his leg to get it to hurt again. If he got it to hurt again, then he wouldn't have to lose it...

Jerking back as he hit her, she somehow managed to keep her footing, a bruise already darkening on her face. She expected it, he wouldn't hurt her with his sand, she knew that much. Stumbling for a response, Temari looked up as Ryohei moved over to her. Was he serious? Gaara would kill the two without a second thought, she was the only one that stood a chance of surviving this encounter.

Keeping her voice soft, she shook her head. "Get it yourself...he won't hurt me." But he'd kill you went unspoken.

Turning her attention back to the red head, Temari took a step forward. "Gaara, we're not at home. These people can help us."

Unfortunately, at this point Gaara was no longer paying attention to anything Temari was saying. Everything Ryohei had done up to this point, from the uninvited interruption, straight down to the way he was unwrapping the bandages, kept reinforcing the idea that this thing needed to die.

Blocking all else from mind, Temari, the first idiot, his focus went straight to the loudmouth. The sand on the floor began to rise once more, and began to advance towards Ryohei. He didn't care at this point if Temari was stupid enough to get caught in the cross fire.

Sorry Gokudera, but Ryohei can't abandon his friends. Ryohei quickly shoves Temari away from the sand's approach and evades the attack himself. He runs up towards Gaara and throws a maximum cannon straight at him. He has yet to use the punch in battle since Collonello taught him the punch about two months ago, but if there was any time to try it out, it would be now.

After digging his fingers into the dead flesh on his leg through his ripped jeans, he looks at his blood covered hand, his heart racing. There was still no pain. He let out a meek whimper, before the battle caught his attention again.

He let his hand drop and just watched, his mind barely able to keep up with it, but the sick feeling of dread remained. He had to get Ryohei out of there. He was going to die. Didn't the idiot get it? If he couldn't beat him, then Ryohei had no chance. If anyone is going to die it should be him! He started this fight! It's his job to look out for the Vongola!

But at this rate, Gokudera wasn't going to last much longer either. He was beginning to feel so cold...

Grunting when she was shoved, Temari stared in shock at the sand. Gaara would have actually hit her with it. Shit, she was starting to think it was too late to get through to the Jinchuuriki.

Glancing between Gokudera and Ryohei, she knew after Ryohei moved that there was no saving him. She didn't care who it was, she wasn't getting that close to Gaara when he was in such a rage. As much as she was ashamed to say it, she was scared of him.

After a moment, she moved over to Gokudera, like hell she was going to let both of them die. Making her way to the silver haired boy, she stared down at his leg, unsure of what to do and if it was even safe to move him. "Gokudera, look at me...can you feel anything?" Pressing gently on his upper leg, she tried to ignore the sounds behind her, everything in her telling her to flee.

Gaara merely watched with an unimpressed expression on his face as the loudmouth rushed towards him- evidently, the weakling had a death wish, which Gaara would more than happily fulfill. But Ryohei's futile act of stupidity? defiance? ...whatever was hurting Gaara's head. The attack seemed to come slow motion, as though he were watching stroboscopically. Why?

Flash.

Why the hell would such a weakling go this far to protect his friend? Why would he push Temari out of the way? What the hell did it matter to the damn brat if either of them died?!

Flash.

If their existences were weak enough to be wiped out this easily, then they deserved to disappear.

And then the collision between human flesh and sand.

There was no way that an ordinary taijutsu user without any chakra could possibly break through the Shield of Sand. It was inevitable. Predictable. As Ryohei let loose the punch, the sand moved upwards to block the blow automatically. Gaara barely had the time to blink when, impossibly- impossibly-the sand actually gave way.

The sand had absorbed all of Ryohei's momentum, and so, for a moment, Gaara merely stared in absolute disbelief as a fist was suspended before his face.

Impossible. There was no way this fool could have so much power. Gaara's thoughts were in disarray from the shock. He hadn't bothered with the Armor of Sand, thinking that these pieces of garbage wouldn't put up enough of a fight to expend that amount of chakra.

And yet.

He had almost taken damage. He- Gaara, the very incarnate of Sand- had almost been hurt. Unthinkable. There was no way he would allow his own existence to be threatened- not by these weaklings, not by anybody.

Letting loose an outraged roar, Gaara quickly solidified the sand around Ryohei's fist, but that wasn't all. For coming so close to touching Gaara, there would be only one destiny for Ryohei: Utter annihilation.

"Sabaku Kyu!"

Immediately, all of the sand in Gaara's gourd slithered onto Ryohei's body covering the boy from head to toe, encasing him in a thick prison of sand.

But that wasn't all. No, Gaara was far from finished. He raised his arm slowly, willing the sand upwards into the sky, suspending Ryohei several feet above the ground....

He gave it his best punch, and even that wasn't enough. Before being fully encased in the sand, Ryohei looked over at Gokudera and Temari. At least they'd have time to get away. He closed his eyes. He had no regrets if he died trying his best to protect a comrade....But then he suddenly remembers Kyoko, and a tear begins to form in his eye. Was he really not going to ever see Kyoko again? He feels his body being suspended in to the air...and a tear drops to the ground. There was no way he was surviving this.

Luckily for Dera, Black Jack hadn't been too far away from the scene when he recieved the accidental phone call. Although he'd heard the explosions from the dynamite, stupidly he hadn't thought much of it at the time; no doubt that would come back to bite him....

He keeps the video open as he tries to work out where Gokudera is, though it doesn't take long for him to find him. He see's the conflict between the other males, but makesit a point to avoid them for the time being.

Running over to where Dera was laying, he kneels down next to him as he looks up at the unfamiliar blonde girl.

"What happened here?" His tone was serious as he mentally assessed the teenagers condition. He had already lost a lot of blood...and Black Jack had only very basic surgical equipment.

Well, he'd dealt with worse.

Gokudera looking up at Temari groggily for a moment, he only seems to register she's there after she asks the question. He bites his lip, he couldn't feel it at all. However his delusion from the shock an blood loss he was sure he could fix it.

"Your not touchin' it hard enough... just... just give it a minute... I gotta... I gotta fix it.... I don't wanna lose my... leg... I gotta fix it"

Gokudera begins to reach down and once more dig his fingers into his leg, but soon goes into a panic when he notices the new arrival on the scene. Immediately he begins weakly flailing and squirming and grabs hold of Temari.

"No.... no no no... d-don't let him... don't let him take my leg. Y-you can't let him take my leg... it's not fixed yet.."

He pauses in his struggle for a moment when the fight once again catches his attention. His eyes widen and he just watches in horror at what's about to unfold, his own eyes begin to water.

"S-SASAGAWA! no... don't let him kill him... let him kill me instead... please.... don't kill him..."

Edited 2011-06-21 05:53 (UTC)

Ignoring the sounds behind her, not wanting to even think about what was happening to the man that helped her when she arrived, she kept her attention on her...sparring partner, not ready to call him a friend yet. As his fingers started digging into his leg, she grabbed his wrist, trying to stop him from either causing more damage or working himself into a panic.

A panic that still happened with the new arrival. Judging from Gokudera's reaction, she could only assume he was a medic. "I'm not going to let him take your leg. Calm down." If Ryohei's arm could be fixed, there was no reason why his leg couldn't be saved as well.

Glancing up to answer the medic, she shook her head. "He hurt his leg...Fix it." He was a medic, he could fix this without much of a problem. If he couldn't...he wasn't a very good medic. Brought out of her musings by Gokudera freaking out, she knew what was about to happen without looking.

Moving to block his vision, Temari let a note of compassion slip into her voice. Despite how cold she acted, she wasn't without a heart. "...I'm sorry...but there's nothing to be done." Gaara was unstoppable when he was like this. The best they could hope for was that he would be satisfied with the one kill.

Gaara could sense that a third presence had joined the party of inconsequential weaklings off to the side, but he didn't bother physically turning to look at the latest intrusion onto the scene. The kill was in his hands, whatever else was happening around him was unimportant; Gokudera's shouting was muted as though coming from miles and miles away-- the only relevant pieces in his world now, were him and the floating bag of guts in the air, soon to be turned into nothing but splatters of crimson and gray.

"Sabaku Sousou!"

Forming a tight fist, the sand mimicked the action, imploding upon itself, instantly liquefying everything contained within it.

...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.

It didn't look good at all; not even the bone could be salvaged. Even if he wanted to maybe try and reconstruct it...well, it was out of the question.

Wasting no more time, Black Jack removed his tie and tiedit tightly a few inches above where Gokudera's leg became nothing more than a bloody mess. As he turned to get something out of his coat, he glanced up at Temari, for now ignoring her command to 'fix it'

"Roll him on his side for me, gently"

The fact that the two that had been fighting was a plus; at least it meant he could work in peace.

Hayato clutched onto Temari as tightly as he could (which wasn't really very tight at this point) trusting her word, and allowing himself to calm down slightly. Though when he heard Gaara give the command for the attack, Hayato bit his lip to the point of bleeding. The teen shuts his eyes tightly, and lets out a whimper and a slight gasp as the tears finally start to fall.

"I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry Sasagawa..."

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