Nakamori Aoko | [In Person]

[abluechild.livejournal.com]

[Around sometime in the morning Aoko find herself in the kitchen. She had given up all hope of sleeping with two three year olds on the bed and the one kept squirming. So she got up to get something to drink and the tiny boy that looked scarily like his father Kaito told her he wanted juice- the girl wanted cheese.

She was pointedly not thinking about how obvious it was they she and Kaito were indeed their parents. She was only focusing on getting milk out of the fridge. Geez. How embarrassing. Twins.]

Comments

[abluechild.livejournal.com]

[Well, strictly speaking, not really. She more or less convinced she's in the way but-]

Wh-when I have a kid I'm supposed to be looking over...

[sandcarnage.livejournal.com]

Then talk and I may spare you.

[Though he's not being truthful here. One way or another, this girl is going to die. If he angers her magician friend, it's likely he'll come seeking Gaara for revenge, which saves him a lot of unnecessary searching. All that's left for Aoko to decide is whether or not he makes her death a protracted affair, or something quick and painless.]

Tell me who fixed you.

[abluechild.livejournal.com]

B-but I really don't know! I was unconscious at the time!

[That part, at least, is true.]

[sandcarnage.livejournal.com]

Don't take me for a fool.

[His fingers slowly begin to form a fist. The sand mimics the motion, squeezing Aoko one notch further in its vice grip. It's more than enough to make breathing increasingly difficult for the force against her rib cage.]

List all the people capable of healing that injury here.

[abluechild.livejournal.com]

Ah- [she's trying to breathe sparingly and sucking in as much as possible]

I don't know! I've never had a bad injury before that!

[sandcarnage.livejournal.com]

[Utterly mercilessly.]

Worthless.

[No, he doesn't give a shit what happens to those babies Aoko was blabbering about. As far as he's concerned it's a pity they weren't here for him to pop like balloons to force this idiot girl to talk. His fingers curl into his palm just a shade further. Right about now, ribs should be breaking.]

This is your last chance. Talk.

[abluechild.livejournal.com]

[She opens her mouth about to scream but quickly clamps down on her tongue. She was not dragging anyone else down with her]

I-I [She coughs briefly on the blood from biting her tongue] don't know [she coughs again]

[sandcarnage.livejournal.com]

[The scent of the blood hits the air, and almost immediately, Gaara can feel the other consciousness residing in his body start shifting, waking from its dormant state. It wanted more.]

...gnk... please be patient...I want it too...

[Still maintaining the sand's pressure, Gaara pressed his free hand against his face, trying to beat down Shukaku's thirst, while glaring at Aoko through his fingers. Information was paramount.

He takes a deep breath, and the hand falls away from his face. Re-focused. The sand tightens, this time around her knees. He'd break every single bone individually if he had to.]

How about now?

[abluechild.livejournal.com]

[Not screaming is the hardest thing she's ever done. There are some squeaks that escape her and definitely tears sliding down her cheeks but she's trying her hardest not to scream. She wouldn't put someone else in danger.]

[Rather than answering with words she shakes her head]

[sandcarnage.livejournal.com]

[The resistance Aoko is putting up is beginning to confuse Gaara. He doesn't understand why this girl would endure this much to protect these goddamn people: the magician, and now the healer. Who the hell were they to her that she'd refuse to give him their identities? Was this one enough of an idiot to throw away her goddamn life to protect other people? And if not that, then were the lives of those goddamn babies not important to her either? As soon as he's finished here, he has half a mind to find them and kill them too. End her and all of her progeny.

Gaara can feel a storm building from within him growing in intensity with every beat of his heart. Make her despair. Destroy her. Get the information out of her. Leave no trace of her existence. So many conflicting desires. The cacophony in his head keeps at a deafening crescendo. Until finally, he can't bear it any longer. He snaps.]

Why?! Why do these people matter so much?!

[The sand tightens once more this time around both her arms and legs.]

Do you really think your pathetic silence now will make an ounce of difference?!

[abluechild.livejournal.com]

[She whimpers again- still trying hard not to cry out, although she wants too. Really, she didn't think he'd ever understand and not a whole lot of people would.]

It'll- [her voice is shaking horribly as tears are leaking down her face] take you longer to get to them.

1/2

[sandcarnage.livejournal.com]

[Aoko's defiance is enough to make Gaara skip steps from confused to enraged. If not even the prospect of dying was enough to make her talk then what could possibly be worse? Her existence was about to be obliterated- there is no punishment crueler than the one he was about to deal to her. Not in Gaara's mind anyway.

He couldn't understand, no matter how he tried to wrap his head around it, how unrelated pieces of trash could possibly be more important than one's natural instinct to survive. He could let her go now after snapping her spinal cord at the neck, leaving her tetraplegic and dependent on those friends she insisted on protecting for the rest of her miserable life, but that's not satisfying enough. He's beginning to think that killing her a hundred times wouldn't be enough. He'd paint the entire Manor crimson with her entrails if he could. Alas. He'd only have that satisfaction once. He'd make it good.]

You're only delaying the inevitable.

[It's much too difficult to stave off Shukaku's desire at this point. Information be damned, at this point Gaara just wants to see this things face wiped off the face of the planet.]

But so am I.

[He makes a fist with a savage grin.]

Sabaku Soso!

[Instantly, the sand implodes tearing through every layer of Aoko Nakamori's physical body, epidermis, dermis, fascia, muscle, bone, nerve, blood vessels-- all of them ripped to shreds as though each particle of chakra infused sand was a sharpened blade, sparing nothing in their quest to turn her into nothing more than a mesh of body fluids.

The girl didn't even have time to scream; the jutsu was deadly, and fast. Within a second, every surface of the kitchen glistened with the odd pearlescent sheen of human fat, and five liters of blood.

And Gaara stood at its epicenter, shoulders shaking as he laughed quietly under his breath.]

Was that satisfying mother...? ...heh... Now it won't be so lonely anymore... we'll never be alone ever again..

2/2

[sandcarnage.livejournal.com]

[A few more moments passed in silence, as Gaara metaphorically drank in the destruction. Until finally, he turns to leave, not knowing how much time had gone by, uncaring that his own body was covered in Aoko's blood. Every particle of sand in the kitchen began to flow steadily back into the gourd on his back, resealing it as he left the scene.]

....Fool.