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genessia2014-05-12 09:50 pm
howdofeelings) wrote in genessia2014-05-12 09:50 pm
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Who: Sai and Gaara
What: Sai checking out the extent of his injuries and meeting the Kazekage.
When: After this.
Where: Not far from The Bay area
Rating: PG+??
Well, after that rather...eventful encounter, Sai couldn't honestly say he had a great first impression of the place. If everyone was like that, there, then the lesson had definitely been learned. The black-haired teen had been forced into a retreat by the stranger- something he wasn't incredibly thrilled with. He didn't have time for such a pointless battle, however. Even if he didn't have a long list of other things to be doing, he still wouldn't have given a fight with that stranger even the faintest of consideration. He had no reason to fight with him.
...Sparring was an entirely different matter, of course.
Not longer after Sai reappeared from his vanishing act, he immediately took to the trees and roofs. Once he was certain that he was not being followed, he landed on the ground behind a building and leaned against the wall. Only after his adrenaline had stopped pumping so harshly, was he actually feeling his injuries. Not that he couldn't handle it, of course. Speaking of, he was glancing down at his side. It was a piece of wood that appeared to be approximately ten centimeters long (that was visible) and five centimeters wide. Well, obviously, it needed to come out, but...it'd be wiser to wait until he had something to stop whatever bleeding would occur. Also, maybe he just really didn't want to take it out.
That wasn't the only thing he had to worry about, however. First, his leg had been sliced into pretty badly. Looking down at it, something...else caught his attention. His brow tensed as he studied the surrounding area. It was covered in approximately five more smaller pieces of wood- ...splinters. He must have obtained them after the stranger had cut through the trunk of that tree. His leg wasn't the only part of him with the pieces of wood sticking into them. He could feel his heart speeding up a bit as his breath very lightly caught...
Because, that...definitely wasn't good. There weren't many things he could feel emotions towards, but he...hated splinters.
What: Sai checking out the extent of his injuries and meeting the Kazekage.
When: After this.
Where: Not far from The Bay area
Rating: PG+??
Well, after that rather...eventful encounter, Sai couldn't honestly say he had a great first impression of the place. If everyone was like that, there, then the lesson had definitely been learned. The black-haired teen had been forced into a retreat by the stranger- something he wasn't incredibly thrilled with. He didn't have time for such a pointless battle, however. Even if he didn't have a long list of other things to be doing, he still wouldn't have given a fight with that stranger even the faintest of consideration. He had no reason to fight with him.
...Sparring was an entirely different matter, of course.
Not longer after Sai reappeared from his vanishing act, he immediately took to the trees and roofs. Once he was certain that he was not being followed, he landed on the ground behind a building and leaned against the wall. Only after his adrenaline had stopped pumping so harshly, was he actually feeling his injuries. Not that he couldn't handle it, of course. Speaking of, he was glancing down at his side. It was a piece of wood that appeared to be approximately ten centimeters long (that was visible) and five centimeters wide. Well, obviously, it needed to come out, but...it'd be wiser to wait until he had something to stop whatever bleeding would occur. Also, maybe he just really didn't want to take it out.
That wasn't the only thing he had to worry about, however. First, his leg had been sliced into pretty badly. Looking down at it, something...else caught his attention. His brow tensed as he studied the surrounding area. It was covered in approximately five more smaller pieces of wood- ...splinters. He must have obtained them after the stranger had cut through the trunk of that tree. His leg wasn't the only part of him with the pieces of wood sticking into them. He could feel his heart speeding up a bit as his breath very lightly caught...
Because, that...definitely wasn't good. There weren't many things he could feel emotions towards, but he...hated splinters.
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He wouldn’t mistake it for another. Not this one, nor those belonging to his siblings.
Gaara’s head jerked toward the direction where it had been detected. Without conscious thought, his body began to dissolve into sand, and then immediately took flight. Ever since his and Ishtar’s initial arrivals to this world, he had been searching for Sai, albeit to no avail. Though the truth seemed apparent, he didn’t want to believe it… not yet. He wasn’t ready to extinguish that small glimmer of hope, prodding him to keep fighting, to not give up.
How fortunate that he hadn’t…
The tiny grains reformed into his body, next to the building. Light turquoise eyes eagerly sought out Sai, and widened a bit with surprise at seeing him. Despite the chakra signature he had sensed, part of his mind wondered if it was an illusion, spawned from days of raw desperation. But there he was, leaning against the building, and apparently inspecting his body.
“Sai!” He briefly exclaimed, and then… his expression swiftly twisted with displeasure, even a sliver of anger. “You are injured.”
Blood, torn clothing, and the obvious grimace of pain on his face… Gaara’s own features darkened, as his mind returned to the last experiment he could remember, from the facility. The perpetrators that had kidnapped people for sex trafficking… Sai was one of those victims. In this setting, that type of torture was less likely, but Gaara couldn’t prevent the twinge of unease cutting his breath short, for a brief instance.
“Come,” he extended a hand in invitation to Sai, “You need medical treatment. I will take you to a safer location.”
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But, when charcoal eyes landed on the person, he immediately recognized him as the Kazekage. His hand lowered and he resumed a calm demeanor. Textbook knowledge easily stated he was the leader of the ally village, Sunagakure. Suna, for short. That was the extent of his basic knowledge on the person he'd never met- through more than words and pictures on a page in a book, anyway, "Lord Kazekage..."
Sai knew nothing of any sex trafficking. Nothing of a place known as "the facility". Nothing of any previous encounters with the person before him.
The Lord Kazekage, Gaara of the village hidden in the sand.
That was all the redhead was to Sai. An ally that he held a certain level of respect for. Something seemed off, however. Namely, the flash of anger, tense air, and...he seemed far more concerned than was necessary.
"I'm sure you'll agree this is nothing in comparison to what most of us get in general, everyday, missions."
A smile that Gaara will likely note as...anything but genuine. Of course, not only that, but it was a bit on the weak side. Sai could feel a just the faintest bit of wooziness creeping in. Well, the bleeding in his leg had yet to stop. Actually, glancing down, he noted that it had increased. That was certainly not good. Common sense stated that he could wait to deal with questions, later. He sensed no hostility from Gaara, so...
Reaching out, he took his hand, accepting the help.
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The formal address caused Gaara’s brows to tense with a hint of unease. He hadn’t heard Sai refer to him that way since… the beginning, when they were first becoming acquainted. His stomach knotted as he wondered if, like many others from the facility, Sai didn’t…
…he needed to take care of his injuries, before concerning himself with anything else.
“Perhaps,” he relented in a quiet tone, still silently musing over their relations, “However, for a ninja of your caliber, I would expect fewer injuries.” Sai possessed more skill and knowledge than most shinobi in his age group. For those reasons, Gaara held him to higher standards and expectations.
Taking a hold of his hand, he had to consciously fight the urge to react, outwardly. So many emotions he had, all directed toward this man. Feigning indifference, Gaara stepped onto his sand platform and encouraged the other ninja to follow him. He remained silent throughout the journey, though he occasionally looked down at Sai to survey his condition.
Once they arrived at the residence he shared with Ishtar and Temari, the sand platform landed, then dissipated. Gaara led him inside, and made a gesture toward the couch, while he briefly disappeared into the restroom. He emerged with a basic medical kit, and sat down before rummaging through it for the necessary supplies. The apartment was empty, and although he had sent a message to Ishtar via the communication device, there was no guarantee when she would return.
“Your wounds must be cleaned,” he announced, while holding up a bottle of cleansing alcohol and cotton swabs.