《Cursive Letters (Gaara X Naruto)》Should I?
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*Gaara's pov*
The sun now completely under the horizon, the moon is beginning to light the streets. A cool blue tone washes over this village gave a calm feeling. If I had the gift of sleeping, I'd lay down and rest right here. But it's time to stop the fantasies. I should find my siblings. Using the third eye jutsu, I see that Temari is still gushing over shikamaru even though he's now asleep and Konkuro is trying to convince her to leave. Typical of them. "Where's Gaara? Come on Temari, we still have to find him before we head out," Konkuro was using the whiny voice that he knows Temari and I hate with a passion. In 3, 2, 1
"Who the hell do you think you are telling me what to do? You wanna find him, go do it yourself!" Damn it. That means Konkuro will be on the look out for me now. I stop using third eye and begin surveying the area. This is a large village, in theory as long as I keep moving the chances of him finding me are slim. Unfortunately, that means leaving this peaceful mountaintop, but maybe I'll find a nice view in other parts of the village.
Wandering through an unknown village is suprisingly serene. No one here knows me, no one here fears me. I see a bush russle, so I run atop a nearby rooftop and stay still. I see gold poking out from behind that bush. Who could..? Oh. It's Naruto. Hm, how could I get him back for messing with me earlier. Got it!
Hello there..
I write in sand on the ground in cursive. Though I don't understand it, I think it's only fair I'd I try and do something similar to his sexy jutsu. Why do I have a feeling I'm going to regret this?
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You healed up pretty quick there, now didn't you, little fox.. I'm shocked no one's tried to steal that power from you yet.
Naruto is staying hidden, but I hear his kunai be removed from its scabbard. I love the sound of the metal hissing. Wait no, that was supposed to be sexy, not threatening. I'm just now realizing I have no idea what to do.
Oh, don't worry little fox.. I'm not trying to scare you.
"Stop with this playing around, come out and face me like a man!" Okay, maybe I've taken this a bit too far.. but how do I fix this? I jump off of the rooftop and create a cloud of sand around me.
"I got you, didn't I?" Unintelligible growling is now coming from Naruto, and I fear I've made a horrible decision. I should have walked away while I had the opportunity.
"Your tricks aren't funny! Whoever you are stop being a coward!" Oh, right. Normal people can't see through sand. I pull all of the sand to the ground at once and catch a glimpse of Naruto before he sees me. His eyes hold pure fear. He talks so confidently for someone who's so petrified. He glances up and the earth stands still for a moment. Usually I can predict what someone is thinking but Naruto, he's just processing with no movement. "You're gonna regret scaring me like that you bastard!" A blur of yellow rushes tward me. I wrap the sand around his neck and lift him off of the ground. Not tight, not to hurt him. Just enough to put him in his place.
"Oh, you think that was scary? You're lucky I still have a little respect for you from the chunin exams. I just wanted to remind you that if you mess with me I'll get you back." I turn to walk from the boy and gently set him back to the ground. That did not go how I intended.. I'd have liked to have a conversation rather than scaring him. I suppose that shows just how little I know about being anything but a monster.
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A/n what did you think? You finally found out why it's named cursive letters.. ya know cause of the writing in the sand. Leave comments, I like hearing from yall
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