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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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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."

Nodding at Black Jacks words, she only hoped that Gokudera would have a strong enough will. He was her first friend, if she dared to let herself call him that.

"I can sympathize. Family can be a pain and they're generally unneeded, but surely there's at least one person in your family that you like." Even with her fucked up family she had love for her siblings, they just didn't show it like most.

Almost over...he was almost in the clear. He just had to hold on a little longer.

"You're almost done, you just have to stay with me a little while longer, okay?"

It was a pain that they only just startedtalking about family when Black Jack could afford to listen to what they were saying. It wasn't his favourite topic of conversation either, but unlike what Temari was saying, he knew there were times he still needed his mother around. He didn't have any siblings. A half sister, yes, but anyone associated with his Father he generally avoided.

Tying the last of the dressing off, Black Jack collected his tools (with no idea how he was going to clean them properly) and got to his feet. Looking at Temari, he glanced from her to Gokudera before speaking.

"Alright. I'll check on him every so often, but I'm leaving him with you. Try and keep him warm, and any clean water and food you find give to him. I'll come back to change his dressings when needed"

With that, he went to walk away, but paused, and turned back.

"You never told me your name"

Gokudera is silent for a moment, his scowl fading. There was one person in his family he liked. He hardly remembered her though. Gokudera closed his eyes for a moment, recalling the last time he spoke to the woman he would later discover to be his mother. The way the smiled and held his hand... asked him if he liked the piano... Gokudera opened his eyes again, staring off a bit vacantly.

"My mother. She... taught me how to play the piano... when I was little.."

Relieved when he was done, she turned her full attention back towards Gokudera, no clue where she was going to take him. He needed better medical attention than what she could give him, especially with the risk that her brother could return at any second. Her only medical skills lied in stabilizing someone until a more capable person could.

Glancing up briefly when Black Jack turned back to her, she offered him a small grin. He'd saved her sparring partner and put up with her sour attitude, it was the least she could do for him. "Temari~. And thank you again for doing this for him..."

Ah...so he was a musician of sorts. It wasn't a ninja, but it could still be considered a respected position. "I'm glad you can remember yours...if you can remember anyone, it should be someone as caring as your mother..."

Black Jack just shook his head. Someone needed help. It wasn't something he needed thanks for; all he needed to know was that Gokudera would be strong enough to stay alive until they got the Manor back.

"Don't mention it"

And with that, he continued on his way, not really heading anywhere in particular..probably the lake to rinse his surgical instruments..but that prospect hardly filled him with glee.

"Yeah... I remember... talkin'... to her once... she was nice... didn't know who she was though..."

Hayato leans his head against Temari, just oddly relaxed. He still felt weak and heavy... but there wasn't pain... couldn't really feel much actually... HE just... didn't feel any reason to move for the time being. He was the closest thing he's been to comfortable in since the whole ordeal started...

"T'mari.... s'it fixed yet?"

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