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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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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..."

Watching Black Jack tie the fabric on Gokudera's leg, she hoped that it wasn't for what she thought it was for. With luck it was just for some other technique she hadn't seen before...it had to be.

Wincing as she heard the command for Ryohei to be crushed, she waited for the inevitable glee that Gaara would feel...taken completely by surprised at his words. Waste of time? So he escaped somehow. The words coupled with how clean the area was of blood both pointed in that direction. Once Gaara vanished, she petted the boys hair gently.

"He didn't die. He got away, don't worry~." Perhaps he'd draw some comfort from the words, even as she started rolling him to his side. Not paying attention to what Black Jack was getting, she kept her focus on trying to keep the silver haired boy calm.

Unfortunately, what the surgeon brought out of his coat wasn't something that sets most peoples minds at rest. Although the needle wasn't large, the contents certainly packed a punch. Lifting the back of Gokudera's shirt, Black Jack put a hand gently on his arm.

"This will hurt for about a minute"

Finding the correct vertebrae, Black Jack went ahead and administered the anesthetic as quickly as he could. He knew it would take a minute, if not less, for the strong drug to kick in. Until then, he had to make sure Dera stayed awake.

"Alright, you can put him on his back again.." He said to Temari as he brought out his setof scalpels. Without looking at her, he addressed her again.

"What's your name?"

The silverette paused for a moment to look up at Temari. He has gotten away? So...Ryohei was alright? He was alive? So all this wasn't for nothing. Ryohei was still able to fight. He could still serve the Vongola. Everything was worth it now. No matter what happened Gokudera did his job for the Vongola. There's another shaky gasp, as the tears flow freely and a weak smile spreads across his face.

"Th-thank god.... I didn't fail... I'm not useless... thank god..."

Hayato's little sobs were interrupted by as slight yelp as Black Jack inserted the needle. Not from the pain it caused, because by dammit he's had worse, but the odd feeling of something being jabbed into his back. Then there's a warm tingling sensation, in his lower half and it all goes numb. The teen lets out a slight whimper as he's rolled back over, still looking up at Temari.

"W-what's he doin'?"

"He's fixing your leg, don't pay him any mind." He'd better be fixing his leg, if loud mouths arm could be fixed, why not a leg?

Staring at the scalpels, she ignores Black Jacks question for the moment, keeping her promise much more important than useless formalities. Keeping Gokudera's head positioned to where he couldn't see the sharp instruments, Temari glares at the man across from her, keeping her voice soft so she wouldn't alarm Gokudera.

"Those had better to just cut his pants..."

So, he wasn't getting a name. Instead of answering outloud, Black Jack just returns the glare.

"You don't have to watch this. Just keep him awake and keep talking to him"

With fair warning given, he cuts the material to the teenager's pants, his eyes narrowing when the full amount of damage was revealed. The make shift tourniquet was serving it's purpose, but he knew he had to work quickly before the lack of blood flow began to affect the rest of his leg. The fact that there was no longer any manageable solid bone made things a lot easier as he began severing the crushed limb from it's owner.

Gokudera lets Temari keep his head steady, musing why her hands were so warm. Everything else just seemed freezing. Why is that? Maybe it was from laying on the ground too long? His tears have stopped flowing yet he hardly looked the better for it. Everything was beginning to feel so heavy and slow... the warmth was kind of relaxing. Then he hears the rip. What did he-? Where those his pants? Dammit he liked his pants... oh well, they were probably too covered in blood and dirt anyway.

He was vaguely aware of talking, but it sounded far away, and he wasn't paying much attention to it. Then his thoughts suddenly returned to his temperature... maybe he should tell Temari... she would know what to do... she was warm...

"M'cold..."

That was...much worse than what she thought it would look like. She hadn't often seen the result of Gaara's playing, not when it was someone that she knew. She wasn't unreasonable, she knew the leg needed to be removed, but it should be Gokudera's choice, not the choice of someone who was doing it to save him.

Reaching out she grabbed his wrist to stop him from cutting any further into Gokudera's leg. "What do you think you're doing?! Just heal it, you don't need to do that!"

Glancing down when she heard the soft words, she wasn't sure what to really say or do. She wasn't raised with compassion or gentleness....she was hardly raised at all. Shaking her head, she resumed her petting. "...I'm sorry but I don't have a blanket for you."

Black Jack pulls his hand away from Gokudera, before wrenching it completely out of Temari's grasp. His tone is angry as he glares at her again.

"I don't have time to argue, he doesn't have time! I've started this, and I'm finishing it, unless you'd rather take over? Or maybe waste even more time calling for a healer?"

He picks up his over coat and covers Dera with it, being mindful to keep his leg uncovered. "If you wanted that for him, it was your resonsibility to call one earlier"

And with that, he continued, and after several minutes, the limb finally came away. With the main artery in the leg damaged, he quickly reached over and found some surgical thread in one of his coat pockets, along with a needle.

mmm more talking. Then something was covering him. That was nice. It was warm too. Then with Temari petting him... it was all so relaxing... He wondered why she was being so nice. He wasn't going to repay the favor for a long time to come. He was tired now, though... he wanted to sleep... there was something he wanted to say though.... what did he want to say? Oh! Right! He had to let Temari know he wouldn't tell anyone. He may not be able to pay her back... but he could do that.

"hey...T'mari... m'sorry... I promise... ain't gunna tell... 'kay? I owe ya... not gunna tell... what happened... Omertá. Not a word..." He tried to glance back at the Doctor,"You too. Omertá."

Hayato closed his eyes, getting ready to go to sleep.

"tired now... can I go t'sleep?"

Had she not known the danger Gokudera was in, she would have fought harder. she'd wait though, when he was healed and of a sound mind, she'd ask him what he wanted. If he wanted to die rather than live with missing a leg...she'd do it herself. Pulling her hand back, she wrapped the coat around his form, holding him closer than she'd really held anyone before.

Returning the heated tone, she sneered at the doctor, making sure she didn't raise her voice too much. "I was trying to stop anything worse from happening, unless you'd rather that I'd let you die." She could have taken the leg off if she wanted, but it would hardly be as painless as what it was now.

Her ire paused though at Gokudera's proclamation. Even in his condition, he was willing to keep her brothers actions their dirty little secret. Nodding, she leaned her head against his, an act only Kankuro had ever received. "...Thank you." She'd repay him for this somehow. "You can't sleep yet. I need you to stay awake...look at me, tell me about yourself."

"Now isn't the time for threats, especially towards the person helping your friend here. I'm not used to doing this free of charge, so I'd rather you just let me get on with it"

He didn't even look at her as he worked on the intricate stitching on the flesh and artery. Even though the worst was over, he couldn't guarantee that Gokudera would live through the next few days. Conditions couldn't have been worse for the teenager in this state, though once Black Jack was finished he was sure if he deteriorated, this snappy, nameless girl could get someoneelse to take over.

He hoped the boy could hang on for...he guessed about another half hour...yes, a half hour or so, maybe a little longer. As soon as he was able, he would get him blood. But until then, it was all down to the kids will to live.

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