The pain hit him shortly after the shuriken did, squarely
LODGING itself in his chest, rivulets of blood escaping
his lips upon the impact. He was still in a state of shock,
his last conscious though running through his head again
& again he had to save Gaara.
The enemies had been too strong, too well-informed.
They had been aware of Gaara’s STRENGTH as
well as his weakness. The ultimate defense had
been drenched in no time, & although the redhead
was holding his own without it, it had been difficult.
But they had defeated every last rogue criminal. Or
so they thought. Azure optics widened as the
weapon sprung out of nowhere, HEADING towards
the Kazekage, a choked cough escaping his lips
as realized he had taken the hit.
Knees crashed down onto the ground BELOW, eyes
frantically darting to the high branches Gaara stood
on, failing as they struggled to obey him. But he was
alive. & that was all that mattered. HE was all that
mattered.
The minutes seemed to drag on for hours,
pain merging with numbness, thoughts with
EMPTINESS. The sounds around him grew
louder before they started to sound distant,
muffled by his slow heartbeat. His VISION
started to blur at the edges. He just wanted
to see Gaara one last time, to KNOW that he
was alive, to know that he wouldn’t have died
in vain. He didn’t want to give up, not just yet.
A familiar voice dragged him back to consciousness.
He didn’t know how hearing a voice so panicked, so
PAINED, could make him feel so content, as if the
very knowledge that he could still hear that voice
was all he needed to be set free to die.
Eyes cracked open, unseeing as tears of
relief flowed down his cheeks. He knew
he was in Gaara’s arms & he had never
HATED himself so much. He hated to leave
him. Gaara had grown to have many people
care for him. But he had promised. He had
promised to always be there for him. He
didn’t deserve to die in HIS arms, hearing
him cry for him. He didn’t want him to hurt.
He knew that if it weren’t for Kyuubi, he’d be DEAD
for taking a shuriken to the heart. He was grateful
for having been spared a little time, if only to say
goodbye. He summoned the last of his strength,
trembling digits reaching out to cup his most precious
person’s cheek, a faint, APOLOGETIC smile gracing
his visage as they connected with the other’s skin.
❝ G-Gaara, please Just don’t BLAME
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