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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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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.

It was all so much warmer now. It sort of was feeling better... still heavy and weak... but warm. He was all but limp in her arms, but per her request he looked up at her. He couldn't really think of much to say about himself other then his name.

"M'fourteen... I'm... from Sicily.... and I dun like kids... What else d'you want t'know?"

Sighing, she nodded. "Right. Just...don't do anything needless to him...he doesn't deserve it." He didn't deserve any of it. The boy was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now with him having lost a leg though...she'd have to do more to keep Gaara from him.

Chuckling at his words, she pushed his hair back. He didn't like kids and one just crippled him...if he didn't like kids before, he'd surely hate them now. "What's your world like? Is there anything interesting from your home, a landmark perhaps?" Anything to keep him talking.

"I won't. I promise."

At last, when he spoke to her, Black Jack actually made eye contact, his tone serious and sincere. However, he could only do his best for the teenager. If he died, well...that would be unfortunate. But he wouldn't be the first person to die who didn't deserve it. It was a good bet that, should that happen, he would be back come Monday regardless..

As the minutes ticked by slowly but surely, Black Jack listened to Dera as he worked, his hands working the scalpels like an artist with a brush.

"hmm... back home? Well... lotsa places I guess. it's n'island... filled with a bunch a shit heads... but s'old. Got a lot of history n'shit... s'alot smaller then Japan... kinda dumpy in a lot parts... there was... this one spot I liked t'go though. There were some old docks... nobody really knew about. Good place t'go t'avoid shitheads."

Gokudera had to pause for a moment... talking so much was tiring. He relaxed and let himself take a few breaths, focusing on Temari. She was nicer then he gave her credit for when they first met. He didn't really feel he deserved it, but he appreciated it all the same. He was just glad that he wasn't alone through all of this. And she was nice and warm...

"Never.... been so close t'anybody b'fore... s'kinda nice..."

"...Thank you." Hell, she still wasn't even sure of what she'd tell him when he was in a stable condition. Softening her tone as she saw all the blood, she glanced up at Black Jack. "Should he still be this cold?" She was far from a medic, but she felt that maybe he should be more coherent and conscious than he was.

Had it been almost anyone else, she'd have told them to suck it up. She couldn't help but feel responsible though. As his sister, Gaara was technically her responsibility...she should have been faster, if she hadn't have hesitated then he may still have his leg.

"You know...I haven't either. Aside from certain family members, I don't let anyone get this close. Guess this is a first for both of us."

"He's lost a lot of blood, that's why.." After a pause, he glances up and offers the smallest fraction of a smile. "You're doing well. Just keep asking him questions"

He still didn't know the young lady's name, but he figured he could get that once Gokudera was taken care of. Pausing the surgery momentarily, Black Jack finds Dera's wrist, and checks his pulse against his watch. It was slow..not dangerously, not yet..but he was far too close to the edge for the Doctor's liking.

"Come on kid..just a few more minutes.."

"Never been close t'my family either... they're shit heads too... 'cept my madre... but... I don't remember her well..."

Hayato doesn't seem to be fond of his arm being pulled out from the warm jacket. He weakly tries to tug it back in, but fails, and when the doctor lets it go it simply falls lifelessly by his side.

She was scared that was the case, she wasn't even sure if there was a hospital nearby. "But...he'll be okay, right?" She'd never admit to it, but she was actually scared about what may happen. She'd just made a truce with Gokudera, she didn't want to have to bury him, unaware that people came back to life here.

Scrounging for more questions, she hit the subject she wanted so dearly to avoid. Family. It was always a sore subject with her, but maybe it'd wake him up a bit more. "How many family members do you have?"

Again, without looking up, Black Jack gave his ambiguous answer.

"It'll be up to him after this; how badly he wants to recover. If we had the Manor back, then I would be able to guaruntee his saftey."

Going through the pockets of his coat, Black Jack found some antiseptic and gauze, bandages and the like. However, with the severity of Gokudera's wound, he didn't have enough antiseptic. Dammit, he thought to himself. Well, it's better than nothing..

"You can tell him it's nearly over if you want" He said to Temari as he worked on cleaning and dressing the leg (or what remained of it)

Ugh. His family. What a topic. Hayato grumbles a bit, his face contorting into his infamous almost comical scowl. There weren't words to describe his family.

"Two. N'they both suck. M'half-sister n'my papa... they can both go fuck'm selves n'die. Make the world a damn better place."

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