She's afraid of him, you think with a start of surprise as you turn to fully face the dimunitive redhead, tongue suddenly dry in your mouth as the first twinges of adrenaline start to filter into your blood. Five inches taller, two years older, and she's
afraid of him. Her
teammate. Her own
brother.
It's an emotion you can barely countenance; you've been afraid for Lee, and even Neji sometimes, but you've never been afraid
of them. They're your everything. You'd die for them, and even if you've never asked you know they'd do the same for you. You never
had to ask.
What did he
do to earn such fear?
Kin's own fear-fueled breakdown comes unbidden to your mind. Is every other village not named Leaf
insane? Their own shinobi turning on one another. Like through dirty glass you get a glimpse into some of the pressures that formed the layer of caustic apathy surrounding the girl beside you. And with it, you feel a surge of empathy.
I'll never complain about Lee overdoing things again.
Beyond the redhead you see the street mostly clear, a few stragglers hurriedly closing their stalls as the mostly natural wind stirred debris along the length of the street, with eyes mostly peering out from behind half-closed blinds. You really should follow suit, you tell yourself. You could run right now, you tell yourself, he won't
really hurt her. But you stay rooted to the spot despite your own urging.
Instead a voice rings out, drifting calmly across the emptying street. "Showing a rival from an ally village around the marketplace, actually", and to your shock you realize it is your voice, smoothly cutting across Temari's half-formed delivery, as you focus your eyes on the tattoo just above his left eye.
Don't embarrass the village, don't look him in the eye, don't embarrass the village.
"And reaffirming the bonds of friendship that bind our two villages together" you continue after a brief pause. The sound of Lee's screams echo in your ears, the tightness of the railing clutched in your hands as you watched helplessly burns in your palms.
No matter that you did your very best to damage it.
You hear something that sounds like a small choking sound to your right from Temari, but you don't look. Everything you have is focused entirely in front of you. Your hand tenses slightly by your kunai holster on your leg, and you see his eyes narrow. A second stretches into infinity as you breath catches in your throat. But the slashing sand never comes. The only change is the faintest hint of surprise and confusion on his face.
"Temari...a rival? Why..." He pauses, a slight frown on his face as he looks between you and Temari, and you notice her stiffen out of the corner of your eye. You feel something catch in your mind and almost take a step back from the deluge that follows.
<Curious. He hates you. Hates Temari. Loves Temari. Wants Temari to love him. It
wants to kill Temari. It wants to kill him. It wants to kill you. It wants to ki->
You slam your mind shut as the tidal wave of killing intent washes over you. Despite yourself you pale, even as the sensation subsides. What...what the
hell was that?
It? Suddenly the memories of that awful night on the rooftop return, helpless beneath the cold eye of the moon. The feeling of something ancient and evil looming over you.
"Why...her?...unless..." You see Gaara's brow knit together in confusion. His voice barely more than a whisper over the wind that has begun to pick up.
It is then Temari pulls away from you, "Gaara. It's not important." Her voice is light and filled with cheer, though to you it rings incredibly hollow. "I was just doing some shopping. Let's head back." She glances back at you, and your mind only supplies something you could already see in her eyes.
<Doesn't want Gaara to kill you.>
The two of them leave you standing there in the empty street, the encounter only serving to hasten the street vendors packing up for the day. You feel yourself sag slightly as the magnitude of what you just faced fully dawns on you. The small bag containing what few purchases you decided to pick up falling to your feet from limp fingers. Something is
seriously wrong. The memory of what you felt on the rooftop rises like bile in your throat, and that's twice now you've felt it.
It wants to kill you.
It...what was it? Was that what you saw the night on the rooftop? Is there something else in Gaara's head? You don't know, you've never heard of something like that, but then now there's evidence staring you right in the face. A new thing throwing itself on your ever-growing plate to deal with. You liked it when it was just you and your friends, fighting bandits on C-rank missions, life was so much simpler then.
You pick the bag up with a sigh and try to ignore the sick feeling in your stomach at the thought of fighting Gaara in the Finals. Your only solace is that given he's on the other side of the bracket from you, you're only going to have to face him if both of you make it to the final round. So you try and focus on other issues than the giant ball of unanswered questions and terrible memories that is Gaara.
Like the fact that you can't keep up this rate of spending. Your preparations for the finals already wiped out a significant portion of your savings, and you need to pay rent and...eat. Yes, eating is important, can't forget to do that again. And since you can't actually do missions while in the exams are happening. Unless that night last week counted as a mission, but you don't even what that would classify as. While you'd love to imagine a fat A-rank check magically appearing in your bank account, until something like that actually happens you'll have to cut back a bit.
It is only later, when you lay down into bed, that a realization strikes you to your core. Even if you're on the opposite side of the bracket...Neji
isn't. If the Uchiha can't beat Gaara, then
Neji will be facing him. You curl up tighter underneath the blankets.
Neji's going to be fighting
Gaara.
You need to talk to him.
You need him to
listen to you. You don't care about competing, or fairness, or
anything. You don't care if spending time helping him hurts your own training. You don't even care if helping him ruins your chances of getting promoted.
You refuse to lose another teammate to that monster.
*****
Something is wrong with Gaara. Something's there, something monstrous. You just don't know what it is. That needs to change.
[ ] You never learned about anything like this in the Academy, but the Academy library is as good a place as any to start.
[ ] Ask Gai-sensei, he might know what's going on, even if he has been busier lately.
[ ] Try the Konoha Archive. As a genin, you'd normally need special permission for sensitive information, but the rules are somewhat laxer during the Exams.
[ ] Stunt?
You need to talk to Neji, you've already decided that. The only question is when.
[ ] Sacrifice some training time to tracking him down. (Will not completely finish Dipping Swallow Defense this week.)
[ ] You had a spa day already booked, to help you unwind, but that's easy enough to sacrifice. Even if you won't get the money back. (Replace [Rest & Relaxation] with [Ties of Fate])
[ ] Stunt?
**Note: Research Gaara will impact how speaking with Neji unfolds**
Well, Gaara didn't quite put the pieces together fast enough to want to kill you before Temari realize what was going to happen when he did. And you rolled social well enough to keep him from immediately trying to kill you regardless. So he's probably going to try to kill you eventually when he figures out you broke his sister's jaw.
Oh and SRoI gave Tenten another hit of homicidal Jinchuuriki. I'm sure that was very pleasant for her. Oh yeah, and I'm revamping the rules on Omakes and such, so be prepared for that. Possibly thinking of reworking some of the mechanics, because running this with full Exalted rules is beginning to become something of a hassle. Feel free to give your opinions of such as well.
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