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     𝑨 𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑨𝑺𝑻 - 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑲𝑼𝑵𝑶𝑰𝑪𝑯𝑰

 砂-┊`𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻...?`

So Gaara wanted to visit *that* room.  He couldn’t really remember the last time he had touched that dusty old storage room.  Really, everything was a blur it had to be when he was little back when their uncle still watched over them.  The only time he entered it was when he annoyed Temari one too much with the pranks that he decided to pull, hiding the damn thing.  Of course, he always had a sneaking suspicion about where she would hide it.  After all, a place like that?  Was the perfect thing if you wanted something to get lost forever.  Though as he matured he never really thought about the place twice.  And there wasn’t much blame there, it was all just junk that they never threw out.   It was hot and humid inside that room… and it needed a key to open it which, where that might be, was beyond him.  So, it just simply phased his mind.  

❝𝑴𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒖𝒆... 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒊𝒔.   𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒕.❞

 砂-┊𝑫𝑹𝑰𝑷 !

A drop of sweat ran across the side of his forehead as the brothers ran his fingers through his messy brown hair .  Of course, there was no true need for a key.   It was fairly simple to pick a lock if they wanted to.  But that ruined the sense of adventure that came with finding the past.  He knew that he saw a good few times where Yashamaru put it up.  Inside the drawer of a wooden desk.   That’s the most he could think of the whereabout... to be more aware back then, that would’ve been the dream.

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                       . . . 𝑳 𝑨 𝑻 𝑬      𝑻 𝑯 𝑨 𝑻       𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 . . .

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 砂-┊𝑨 𝑷𝑼𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑶𝑾𝑵...

To say that he hadn’t tried to create his own puppet would be a stretch, while his artistic style when it came to wood making wasn’t as skilled as in the intricacies.  But thoughts crossed back to when he was younger before the puppet was handed down to him.  Before he graduated from the academy, he had seen a puppet showing with his father.  He remembered then being inspired by the way it work. The way the master expressed himself.  There was something to say about puppetry among other fighting styles.  Edging their blades to just then slice through flesh to count another victory to their nation felt like an endless bleakness.   It just stays in a grey momentum,  But with art, art gives to life what history killed.  Art gives a voice to what history denied, silenced, or percussed, art brings the truth to the lies of history.  And with having a puppet that art was enteral.  A statement. To pull the strings of those at fault and to show the world that *we* the people will not falter so easily!  It was a way of life.  And he was damn proud to be a carrier of them!

砂-┊𝑶𝑭 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬…

He didn’t give as much thought as he had now then, back then all he knew was that they looked ‘cool’ and when he was older he was going to be the best at it!  He even urged his father to help get the part.  And with enough convincing he made it!   Though to Sasori, a little puppet doll wasn’t something to be impressed of.  Nah, he wouldn’t give him some silly story about child’s play.   He’s toyed around sure… but to start it from scratch it wasn’t exactly his cup of tea.  Especially to something as life-size as Black Ant.    It was ridiculous, Kankuro was highly skilled with controlling his puppets, considered one of the greats, and yet?  He didn’t have a clue how to design one of his very own.

❝𝑯𝑬𝑯.❞

❝𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒖𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖.   𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏.   𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕... 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕.  𝑵𝒐, 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕.❞

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❝ I  wonder…  Have  you  ever  tried  to  create  a  puppet  of  your  own,  Kankuro ? ❞ 

To  Sasori’s  knowledge,  the  younger  Shinobi    only  deals  with  pre-made  dolls.  Not  that  there  was  ever  anything  wrong  with  that.  In  his  time  with  Sunakauge,  Sasori  made  dozens  of  puppets  for  use  within  the  then  very  active  “Puppet  Brigade”,  a  special  forces  unit  made  up  entirely  of  puppet  users  &  lead  by  his  Granny  Chiyo.  

Of  course  there  was  nothing  ever  saying  a  puppet  master  had  to  be  the  one  to  create  their  own  puppets.  Many  did  not.  However,  Sasori  himself  always  felt  that  there  was  a  deeper  understanding  or  perhaps  appreciation  for  the  art  in  doing  such  a  thing.  Or  perhaps  that  was  just  his  artistic  soul  imprinting  itself  against  his  users  talent.  He  finds  no  harm  in  airing  the  simple  curiosity,  anyhow. 

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 砂 `┊" 𝒉𝒖𝒉 ?"`

So he saw him of a people pleaser?  He rolled his eyes at the idea of him being compared with such a trait.  Since when did the Sand of all people have such a… disinteresting trait.  Watching him shift from his bed it seemed like he never knew how to rest, there was a sense of irony for how much he perked up to someone’s presence it wouldn’t give him much  Then there was a surprise if that was Akamaru still in the transformation technique.  Now as far as if the two clashed together he doubted that he could take him on toe to toe

“To say I’m not entertained by the idea would be wrong.  I doubt it would last long.  I’m no pushover like you.”

He continued on, he took a liking to annoy the smaller male.  Though the next comment made him pause for a moment.  What did he just ask him?  Was that supposed to be some kind of invitation for a date?  Or maybe… maybe he was reading too much into it. “Remind me again what you called me?  A people pleaser.”  A barked right back,  warm laughter traced from his lips before continuing on.  “It’s hard to pass down a free meal.” He scratched the back of his neck looking out the window watching the people down the street.  

“I’ll think about it.”  He looked back over at the shinobi, he had no idea what to feel other than grateful.  He silently had his respect despite what his words might make it out to be.it made him feel warm.

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Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Kiba was panicking. His eyes widened before he would groan as he would find himself pressed up against a tree. His side was aching, crimson liquid flowed freely and Kiba couldn't help but know that this was it. Poor Akamaru. He'd let down his pup. Such a good boy and Kiba had let him down. They'd always been together and they were going to die together. He failed to protect him. He failed to handle this rouge Shinobi.

It wasn't long before he found himself staring at them. Oh his blood was boiling as the burnet bit his bottom lip before he'd find himself wincing and then flinching as he knew that he was about to kill him. Why didn't it hurt? Why had it gotten quiet for a bit? Kiba slowly opened his eyes and he found himself staring at a puppet? Lips would slowly curl into a small smile as he would immediately recognize who it belonged to. It was that sand shinobi. Seems like they were on their side now?

"Heh. Looks like you're an ally this time." Kiba comments before the two before him were getting at it. "Behind you!" Kiba warned as he'd continue to watch on. Closing his eyes for a moment, Kiba would drown out the situation. Looking down at his lap, the burnet would see Akamaru. "..." he still felt terrible about how much he put him through. That's when Kiba looked up and found himself staring at that sand shinobi. Huh? Had they taken care of the other two? Blinking, the burnet would find himself at a loss for words. "...."

[kankuro-of-sunagakure]

砂 `┊”𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔???” `

This again, what did he not get?  It was like he was purposely trying to get on his nerves.  “He’s on the same team” He rolled his eyes at the younger one.  “He know exactly what orders there was to carry.  He couldn’t care less if his ‘friend’ was kidnapped.”  Honestly, he questioned how the kid had the boldness to make half of this stuff up.  Gaara wasn’t the person to reach out and have friends as far as he was concerned the only thing he cared for was himself.  To depend on others in his eyes was seen as weak.  He didn’t even care about his own brother and sister.  Panic worried if he said the wrong thing to his little brother if he’d just kill him right where he stood without remorse or a second thought.  

It was such an odd thing to make up, maybe partly he was telling the truth about a past mission even then things felt twisted, or perhaps the kid’s mind was just that way. “If he protected you it wasn’t for friendship, it was just as what is to come now.  He’s not one to garner sympathy.   But if you truly insist that he is your friend then, well… I’ll allow  you to figure that out in due time.”  He stood up from where he was, he saw no worse fate than to watch helply as their village would be destroyed by someone he apparently considered to be close to.

He wasn’t wrong at first, yes Kankuro had fear lingering in him, but it wasn’t from his words it was from the same thing everyone had in a tailed beast’s life.  That power snapping and showing new levels of what a rampage could be.   Even with his brother being one he couldn’t shake it off.  He had to deal with it more than one occasion once they lost control it was a truly terrifying experience to see the person they once were swallowed in the darkness of the enraged monster.

TW: Kidnapping

 砂 `┊ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙏𝙊 𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙔 𝘼 𝘽𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙏 … `

Jinchuriki was a term he was all too familiar with since the birth of his younger brother having to be cursed carrying the terrifying power of the one tail.  To be cursed with an absolute power it was a no-given other villages would be sought to let humanity take its turn where mankind would be the ones feasting upon titans.   When he heard that his skills would be more preferable for this side mission, he was reluctant.  It took big shoes to fill and he wasn’t sure he was capable of matching up to a tailed beast, fairly at least.  Even with that Konoha was supposedly allies that his father soon saw to break after making a secret alliance with the hidden sound  That gave him an opportunity to put on a performance.  He was careful with the boy, that fear lingering on the ‘what ifs’ rather than trying to challenge himself.  Poison was so simple, yet so harsh and brutal than any cut or tether from a wound.  Poison was slow-acting, it messed with the mind first then it spread to the nerves.  As any good puppet master, taking notes of the various venoms and poisons he could use to lace his puppets was the knowledge that shouldn’t be swept under the rug. 

And his hypothesis tested right, without drawing his puppets.  Once he spotted the red-haired boy from the exams he tried to play a friendly face to the younger one.  

砂 `┊𝑫𝑼𝑺𝑲 𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑪𝑰𝑻𝒀 … `

He knew this village wouldn’t have the nurturing environment that it had now, seeing the sky turn a shade of warm pink and orange hues as the sun herself started to take a rest the moon could shine her luminescent blues. It was such a shame such a beautiful day had to be wasted on something so pointless.   Perhaps it was a better thing if they got rid of little pests like him that would only get in the way of a much bigger plan.   He closed the curtains shut in the room that was presented to them to stay in.  He held the boy in the ropes tightly to around his waist and hands to the ends of his legs.  He wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.  It would’ve been much more simple to kill him when he was passed out but there was no honor in such a shallow death.   Death was the option of preference however as long as they got their beast out of the way so his brother could carry on the destruction of this village what happened to him mattered little to him.  In that time he had him in his hands he couldn’t help but contemplate- the idea heavied more and more on his mind how wrong it felt to cause some unnecessary work.  In his heart, he didn’t know if the first option wasn’t the one to go with.  He drew a heavy sigh looking down at the fellow kid starting to wake up,

“𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈.”

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砂 `┊𝑯𝑬... 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑬𝑬 𝑯𝑰𝑴?`

At first, he gave a confused look to his sister.  it was an odd request, just as he was about to leave the village as well.  But it wasn’t one he could just dismiss.  Walking back into the hospital he thought back to the fight.  The sound’s curse mark was more powerful than he initially thought, when his father had made an alliance with the hidden village he questioned just how much he knew about this experimentation they had on every man.   And if he did would he just allow them to take their own people in order to desperately hold onto their village’s survival to stay strong?  To turn into one of those things wasn’t something he could imagine and yet, it happened to the very person that their team was supposed to rescue.   

He walked throughout the halls until he was guided to the entrance to where he was resting.  He peeked his head through the door his gloved hand gripping the side of the doorframe as he walked in a light smile perked his lips. “So what, are all you leaf ninja this needy?  What is it, do you need me to rescue you again”  He taunted jokingly, in all seriousness he was glad that the male was all fine and well.  

His eyes traced the IVS and lines, he was hit pretty hard it was a surprise he made it.  For a moment he thought that he’d fail at the mission.  That once he made it back to their village his body grew cold.  And yet, that was far from the case.  

He leaned against the wall, in all honesty perhaps he should be kinder to the shinobi.  He was healing he didn’t need the extra stress from him.   Thought lingered through his mind about why he cared so much about seeing him.   What purpose was there really to summon him like this.   It was just part of a mission just like any other he was following orders.   There was no need for him to take saving his life with such gratitude and yet, that seemed to be the case.   And to deny the fact that he was cherished for that hard work felt paid off.  Especially from this odd stranger, he couldn’t trace a finger on it but something about him was just… too interesting not to dismiss.

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Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Kiba was panicking. His eyes widened before he would groan as he would find himself pressed up against a tree. His side was aching, crimson liquid flowed freely and Kiba couldn't help but know that this was it. Poor Akamaru. He'd let down his pup. Such a good boy and Kiba had let him down. They'd always been together and they were going to die together. He failed to protect him. He failed to handle this rouge Shinobi.

It wasn't long before he found himself staring at them. Oh his blood was boiling as the burnet bit his bottom lip before he'd find himself wincing and then flinching as he knew that he was about to kill him. Why didn't it hurt? Why had it gotten quiet for a bit? Kiba slowly opened his eyes and he found himself staring at a puppet? Lips would slowly curl into a small smile as he would immediately recognize who it belonged to. It was that sand shinobi. Seems like they were on their side now?

"Heh. Looks like you're an ally this time." Kiba comments before the two before him were getting at it. "Behind you!" Kiba warned as he'd continue to watch on. Closing his eyes for a moment, Kiba would drown out the situation. Looking down at his lap, the burnet would see Akamaru. "..." he still felt terrible about how much he put him through. That's when Kiba looked up and found himself staring at that sand shinobi. Huh? Had they taken care of the other two? Blinking, the burnet would find himself at a loss for words. "...."

#friends! #idiot by birth #<333 #bullies lovingly//

[kankuro-of-sunagakure]

砂 `┊𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑳 ;; `

“Seeing how these puppets are made of flesh it wouldn’t be obscure to say they’re just tools summoned from the impure world.  It’s not like something that hasn’t already been done before.”  He replied, even human puppets were transformed into the wooden figures as they knew them as.  Other than that; a user could control another living’s body to help aid them through battle, Sakura already knew this he was sure of with his encounter with the elder puppeteer.   Though to summon so many felt obscure to a point.  What purpose would he have?   He didn’t know where his true intentions lay, he imagined that whoever this person was, was building up for something big.  So with the more of these things he got his hands on the more of an army he immersed. It felt predictable, a red secret technique was obsolete for this person was going about things.  The question was how to counteract these things.  Especially if his theory tested right those from the other world tended to be tricky to figure out how to defeat them.  In short; it was a pain in his ass.

砂 `┊𝑺𝑨𝑺𝑶𝑹𝑰 ;;`

“I’d have to be a fool to dismiss the idea that the similarities are there.  Human puppets are exactly what they sound like.  I wouldn’t be surprised if this was some copycat trying oh-so desperately if that’s his way of making them.”  He commented before carrying on his words not a slither of respect for this insult of his way.  “Or perhaps we’re all wrong and he’s just a mad man who likes to play around with corpses.”  He scuffed lightly rolling his eyes at his own remark.  No man would stoop that low, at least he would HOPE that it wasn’t the case.  However, the world is all giving. “If it were just human puppets we wouldn’t have called over the leaf for your aid.  These are still sentient in between the gates of life and death.” 

“I’ve heard that there was a similar occurrence as far as the bodies go in your village with the guardian twelve if I’m not wrong.” 

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 砂 `┊ 𝑮𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 … `

If the desert dweller had to spend one of the winters down in the land of fire he would inevitably have felt that same harsh feeling of the weather scolding his skin. The wonders of what it would be like, touching the cold ice crystals that were gifted from the skies.  There was something so intriguing about that thought yet just like snow be so bitter to the touch.  Out of all people, he could’ve guessed the Uchiha was his last.  He didn’t suppose she had much extra help, his guess was that without some of the more… heavy luggage of people she had to drag alongside her would be the reason when some of her teammates felt so off track.  Though he couldn’t give the nine-tails too much crap other than what felt like a chatterbox locked in a place he was fairly useful and a good friend to his little brother. 

砂 `┊𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑺 𝑭𝑬𝑳𝑻 𝑺𝑶 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫 … `

Smalltalk was no forte of his, why would he waste both of their time asking such excruciatingly boring things like how the girl was or a simple hello, he was straight to the point.  Perhaps it would’ve been nobler of him to give some formality to his words, yet his words were already set in print.  At the mention of his sister a half-smile spread across his face. Ah yes, his sister was the first to find her way through this maze of a city.   Learning all the shortcuts and ways to bring them to their destination on the point was something they were both lucky for.  He questioned if she was given some influence by that lazy boy to tend to so many of these shortcuts.  Regardless it saved him a good hour or two in the spotlight of the rays of heat. “I can’t tell you how many times she’s saved me from being late because of her shortcuts.”   He rubbed the back of his neck a light chuckle escaping his lips. Times flashed back to his times at the academy he was such a troublesome rambunctious child back that.

砂 `┊𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑪 … `

How could he forget about that, he had been on and off on missions it was no surprise something as small as that would slip by him in such a big country like the wind.  Things were going so kindly, he questioned if part of the reason she frequented this place so often was because of Chiyo.  He was sure that the children there would’ve loved her, perhaps that was something he could show her before they had to deal with the mess that was to come.  She then mentioned trying to get to know each other, ah his worst nightmare keeping up a conversation.  Though if they were going to be stuck with each other for this mission it would be best.  That would make the hours pass like minutes if they were lucky.  He hoped they could stop this force before it entered the village.  He didn’t have much doubt about his ability to stop the annoyance.  He perked up at that response questioned what he could fathom up that would be of interest.  Did they have anything in common?  “Oh yeah. any ideas ?”  smugness was  tethered in his voice.  “It’s not a horrible idea.”

Sakura chuckled as she beckoned for him to follow, having already studied the details for the mission so she would know where they were headed. “Well… Not particularly, no.” Oh, this was about to be difficult. She and Kankuro hadn’t ever interacted much, so there wasn’t much for them to bond over. Sakura knew his name and what type of combatant he was, and that was it. Nothing more.

“So far, the working theory is some kind of jutsu, but… I don’t know. Something about it just isn’t sitting right with me.” More accurately, the information they had made Sakura uneasy. She wasn’t sure how much Kankuro knew about Sasori, but… the details she recalled were chilling, and too similar. She chewed her lip, a contemplative look on her face as they were nearing the village exit.

“I’m convinced it’s related to puppetry techniques, without question. Between what I know about the concept of human puppetry–Sasori’s human puppetry, to be more specific–and other applicable methods of the chakra strings used in human puppetry, namely the ability to control and assist a living human in combat via their application… Well, I don’t think I have to explain the rest of the nuance to you.” She was certain Kankuro would be able to figure it out. He was an expert in puppetry techniques, after all.

“What bothers me the most about it,” she continued, “Is… well, even in human puppetry, they’re still puppet bodies; the materials don’t change, do they?” It’d been so many years, it was difficult to remember. She hadn’t had the time to think about that sort of thing at the time. All she could focus on was keeping herself and Chiyo alive.

“What about you? What are your thoughts on what might be going on?”

#Replied #sorry it took so long #mystic's back! #hahah i hope this works #xserawrites sakura canon

[kankuro-of-sunagakure]

砂 `┊𝑻𝑶 𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑬𝑪𝑻 𝑺𝑼𝑪𝑯 𝑨 𝑰𝑵𝑱𝑼𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑨𝑵 𝑻𝑶 𝑷𝑼𝑳𝑳 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯, 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑺 𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑮. . .  `

Part of him was scared if he closed his eyes now, that would be the end.  That however was not the case, he’d be fine the rest of the journey there.  In that time of quietness, he wished he would’ve held him a more easy way but his arms clutched around his dog it made it practically impossible to do it any other way.  Soon he saw twos village jumping down his sandals crunching against the leaves.  He would wear a reluctant look on his face, he almost felt bad for coming back into his city but he owed this village a great deal.  Now, where was that damn hospital… he’d look around- it’s been a few months since he had explored the village.   Why didn’t he think about that before?

He tried to wake the boy up, but that came to no avail so he did the next best thing.  He questioned one of the townsfolk.  And with his luck that being his older sister, he could already tell once he got healed he’d get chewed out.  That kind of worry and care was what big sisters were here for.

And so, he set off, bringing him as close as he did before the actual medical experts took him and the dog.  He watched as they pulled him into the building.  His part of the mission was done he just hoped his siblings were doing well.  With foolish clowns like that, they should be perfectly fine with the fight.  His clothes were stained from earlier, he felt the need to clean his hands.  He’d turn around a few minutes after they shut the doors with each step he drifted away.

@kankuro-of-sunagakure

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Kiba was panicking. His eyes widened before he would groan as he would find himself pressed up against a tree. His side was aching, crimson liquid flowed freely and Kiba couldn't help but know that this was it. Poor Akamaru. He'd let down his pup. Such a good boy and Kiba had let him down. They'd always been together and they were going to die together. He failed to protect him. He failed to handle this rouge Shinobi.

It wasn't long before he found himself staring at them. Oh his blood was boiling as the burnet bit his bottom lip before he'd find himself wincing and then flinching as he knew that he was about to kill him. Why didn't it hurt? Why had it gotten quiet for a bit? Kiba slowly opened his eyes and he found himself staring at a puppet? Lips would slowly curl into a small smile as he would immediately recognize who it belonged to. It was that sand shinobi. Seems like they were on their side now?

"Heh. Looks like you're an ally this time." Kiba comments before the two before him were getting at it. "Behind you!" Kiba warned as he'd continue to watch on. Closing his eyes for a moment, Kiba would drown out the situation. Looking down at his lap, the burnet would see Akamaru. "..." he still felt terrible about how much he put him through. That's when Kiba looked up and found himself staring at that sand shinobi. Huh? Had they taken care of the other two? Blinking, the burnet would find himself at a loss for words. "...."

#timeskip? // #responded!//

[kankuro-of-sunagakure]

砂 `┊𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑯𝑬... 𝑪𝑹𝒀𝑰𝑵𝑮?. . .  `

What did that mean, did that mean that Akamaru hadn’t made it?   Was he alright or… he couldn’t help but feel bad for the two.  He hoped he wouldn’t cry too much, it would be such an annoyance to clean some strangers snot off of his shirt.  He grimaced just thinking about having to touch it.  The older boy was quiet for a moment not knowing what to say back to that other than give him his remorse. “Well…” He trailed off before carrying on trying to make some light of the situation, “It’s like you said.  You and Akamaru are strong.  ‘You never give up’ .  Are you really going to go back on your motto now?”  He questions looking into the distance, there were so many trees it felt like endless forestry.  He acted like carrying another person wouldn’t drag him back A few miles than he was normally used to.  He didn’t have too much to complain about the two wasn’t that heavy to him, carrying extra weight just became part of his travels on a day-to-day basis. “Besides don’t you people have some of the best medical ninjas around?” He questioned it is more centered around the stories he heard about the legendary sannin.  He has heard war stories about her, especially with one of the elders who was a well-respected medic in their village.  They spited each other which was normal for the retired one- he couldn’t think of one person she did care for other than her brother.

Emotions were a hard thing to hold back for many, to not let their emotions fuel their actions.  It was something he’d be able to know the feeling of not anything he was proud of but he could understand how he felt when his pride was on the line.  That person was nothing more than an annoyance trying to make that person tick, to let their anger blind them.  Was that where he failed?  Thoughts crossed back and forth on their travel like what his fight was like.  He would’ve killed to see what happened, how strong was their foe really- and how weak was his comrade?  He’s seen him in the exams it was nothing he really was impressed with at first, none of the leaf ninja gave his care until he was forced to.   He got to see a bit of his humanity, to see the kind of person he was.  He thought he was sweet?  More kind than Kankuro could.  He had a kind of passion when it came to his friends he couldn’t help but admire that, maybe the people from the land of fire weren’t that bad.

@kankuro-of-sunagakure

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Kiba was panicking. His eyes widened before he would groan as he would find himself pressed up against a tree. His side was aching, crimson liquid flowed freely and Kiba couldn't help but know that this was it. Poor Akamaru. He'd let down his pup. Such a good boy and Kiba had let him down. They'd always been together and they were going to die together. He failed to protect him. He failed to handle this rouge Shinobi.

It wasn't long before he found himself staring at them. Oh his blood was boiling as the burnet bit his bottom lip before he'd find himself wincing and then flinching as he knew that he was about to kill him. Why didn't it hurt? Why had it gotten quiet for a bit? Kiba slowly opened his eyes and he found himself staring at a puppet? Lips would slowly curl into a small smile as he would immediately recognize who it belonged to. It was that sand shinobi. Seems like they were on their side now?

"Heh. Looks like you're an ally this time." Kiba comments before the two before him were getting at it. "Behind you!" Kiba warned as he'd continue to watch on. Closing his eyes for a moment, Kiba would drown out the situation. Looking down at his lap, the burnet would see Akamaru. "..." he still felt terrible about how much he put him through. That's when Kiba looked up and found himself staring at that sand shinobi. Huh? Had they taken care of the other two? Blinking, the burnet would find himself at a loss for words. "...."

[kankuro-of-sunagakure]

砂 `┊𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑬. . .  `

He smiled at the light banter giving a sign that he was just toying with him, he didn’t mean to hurt his feels.  At least he started a interesting conversation.  “Unprepared is a understatement.  But the effort’s more the valiant, I find it cute.”  He answered back feeling him shift to the side.   Again his words poked like needles, just one after the other.  He thought it was nice, that it brought a sense of comfort to joke around about the situation.  At least that’s how he coped with it, he had no idea how this made the the guy feel.

“I took them out within minutes, I wonder if that’s what you call strength what would you call mine?”  He questioned in a bit of a mocking tone.  In truth he knew the only reason it came to ease to the puppet master was because he had roughened up the twins.  If he were in his shoes he was sure that he would struggle just as much as he did.  He felt his head shift to his chest, he felt so warm against him.  Was he burning up too…?  

Everything came back to his dog, Kankuro started to bring a more serious tone into his voice before question, “Speaking of, how’s your buddy holding up…?” He let out a mental sigh thinking about all that dog was going through right now.  It was a small creature with what if he had to guess was mutable bone fractures.  It was quiet he hadn’t heard it bark once, but it was alive he was breathing, wasn’t it?

@kankuro-of-sunagakure

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Kiba was panicking. His eyes widened before he would groan as he would find himself pressed up against a tree. His side was aching, crimson liquid flowed freely and Kiba couldn't help but know that this was it. Poor Akamaru. He'd let down his pup. Such a good boy and Kiba had let him down. They'd always been together and they were going to die together. He failed to protect him. He failed to handle this rouge Shinobi.

It wasn't long before he found himself staring at them. Oh his blood was boiling as the burnet bit his bottom lip before he'd find himself wincing and then flinching as he knew that he was about to kill him. Why didn't it hurt? Why had it gotten quiet for a bit? Kiba slowly opened his eyes and he found himself staring at a puppet? Lips would slowly curl into a small smile as he would immediately recognize who it belonged to. It was that sand shinobi. Seems like they were on their side now?

"Heh. Looks like you're an ally this time." Kiba comments before the two before him were getting at it. "Behind you!" Kiba warned as he'd continue to watch on. Closing his eyes for a moment, Kiba would drown out the situation. Looking down at his lap, the burnet would see Akamaru. "..." he still felt terrible about how much he put him through. That's when Kiba looked up and found himself staring at that sand shinobi. Huh? Had they taken care of the other two? Blinking, the burnet would find himself at a loss for words. "...."

#Kiba is a idiot but we still love him #so is kank #that's why they're perfect// #poor aka :(

[kankuro-of-sunagakure]

砂 `┊𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑾𝑨𝑺𝑵'𝑻 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫. . .  `

Kankuro had plenty of needles for his puppets but as far as thread went the closest thing he carried with him was his chakra strings and that wasn’t going to work so he settled for the next best thing, covering it up.  Stopping the infection just to the slightest even if alcohol wasn’t in his items, he wrapped the cloth around tightly against the sticky skin.  He didn’t really give much thought to how much pain it could’ve caused for not being so easy on him, he didn’t think he had the time to be delicate with his hands.  He continued rambling on the weakness in his voice caused for concern, was he starting to become delirious?  He let out a silent gulp, “Okay…” He picked up the jacket helping to put it back on him after hearing his words.  He was cold… very cold.

砂 `┊𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮. . .  `

Kankuro was careful not to touch the side with his wound as the six-foot-one male put his arm underneath his leg while the other supported his back holding him in his arms as he looked at the boy so close to passing out.  “Kiba.  I need you to stay awake, alright? You can’t go to sleep.  Unless you want the rest of the world to know you’ve been bested by a girl”  He teased, he really didn’t know much how to deal with a dying man he was fifteen.  This was something that really shouldn’t have been his concern and yet, here he was.  He looked up at the trees then returned a worried look to see that his eyes were still open before starting to head out to the fasted travel route he knew.

砂 `┊𝑨𝑺 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑺 𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑯𝑰𝑴, 𝑯𝑬'𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝒀 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝑲𝑬. . .  `

At least that was the information he heard, he was unsure how much of that was really true. “So are all leaf ninja this weak, or is it just you?” A light chuckle escaped his lips teasing him again giving him something to keep him awake rather than be from annoyance or not it was something.   He took a moment to focus his eyes away from the boy as he traveled branch to branch.

@kankuro-of-sunagakure

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Kiba was panicking. His eyes widened before he would groan as he would find himself pressed up against a tree. His side was aching, crimson liquid flowed freely and Kiba couldn't help but know that this was it. Poor Akamaru. He'd let down his pup. Such a good boy and Kiba had let him down. They'd always been together and they were going to die together. He failed to protect him. He failed to handle this rouge Shinobi.

It wasn't long before he found himself staring at them. Oh his blood was boiling as the burnet bit his bottom lip before he'd find himself wincing and then flinching as he knew that he was about to kill him. Why didn't it hurt? Why had it gotten quiet for a bit? Kiba slowly opened his eyes and he found himself staring at a puppet? Lips would slowly curl into a small smile as he would immediately recognize who it belonged to. It was that sand shinobi. Seems like they were on their side now?

"Heh. Looks like you're an ally this time." Kiba comments before the two before him were getting at it. "Behind you!" Kiba warned as he'd continue to watch on. Closing his eyes for a moment, Kiba would drown out the situation. Looking down at his lap, the burnet would see Akamaru. "..." he still felt terrible about how much he put him through. That's when Kiba looked up and found himself staring at that sand shinobi. Huh? Had they taken care of the other two? Blinking, the burnet would find himself at a loss for words. "...."

#bully at birth #he means well </3 #they're both hopeless but i love them

[kankuro-of-sunagakure]

“ . . . 𝑴𝒀 𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑻 𝑷𝑼𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑹 𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑱𝑨 𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑾 𝑨𝑻 𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑴𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 ! . . . “

❥ ❥   ᵈʳᵒᵖ ᵃ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵒʳ ᵃ ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ’ᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗᵒ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗ⸴ 

ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ʷᵃⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉᵃʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵘʸˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ !

#intrest check #ooc #promo post #kankuro rp #naruto rp #kankuro rp blog #open to interact #did i do it right? ANYWAYS LMFAOO #OCS and CANONS are both welcomed

[kankuro-of-sunagakure]

砂 `┊” 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻. . .”  `

That wound was going to be a big brother traveling back, once he brought him up he knew he couldn’t walk by himself.  He wasn’t sure even with having his arm around his to have that pressure digging into his cut if that would do much better for him either.  He thought about it for a moment, what would be best for this boy’s condition.   Their village was a good few miles away even if he ran it was going to take more than he would like. He brought him close to a place his hand could grip to stand up.  Being in a cave it wasn’t that hard of a task to accomplish.  “I don’t know any medical ninjutsu but I can stop the bleeding before we head back to your village.”  He spoke up before carrying on, “It’s your best bet.  You’ve lost enough blood, you can’t afford to lose any more.  Do you think you could show me it?” He questioned picking up the jacket laying it right beside him.  He could hand him the jacket later, he had better matters to focus on rather than his sense of fashion or if he felt cold or whatever the reason it was that he desperately needed his jacket for.

砂 `┊𝑺𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑰𝑰𝑰𝑷 !. . . `

He took the end of the bandage that held his puppets tearing a portion off of it, enough to wrap around his waist a few times wrapping it around the palm of his hand.  His eyes were drawn back to  Kiba looking into his arms seeing the shivering small pup in his arms.   Its breathing felt so faint, he wasn’t even sure of the status of the dog.  He had no idea how different things were when it was with companions in their village- Suna didn’t really have things like pets.  It was rather a dry place having pets was a rarity to have around there. “I’m not letting either one of you die on me.” He clipped reassuringly that he’d make sure not only the safety of him as an individual but his dog too, if he could.  He just hoped he had as much strength as his owner would.

“You don’t need my help with that, do you?”

@kankuro-of-sunagakure

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Kiba was panicking. His eyes widened before he would groan as he would find himself pressed up against a tree. His side was aching, crimson liquid flowed freely and Kiba couldn't help but know that this was it. Poor Akamaru. He'd let down his pup. Such a good boy and Kiba had let him down. They'd always been together and they were going to die together. He failed to protect him. He failed to handle this rouge Shinobi.

It wasn't long before he found himself staring at them. Oh his blood was boiling as the burnet bit his bottom lip before he'd find himself wincing and then flinching as he knew that he was about to kill him. Why didn't it hurt? Why had it gotten quiet for a bit? Kiba slowly opened his eyes and he found himself staring at a puppet? Lips would slowly curl into a small smile as he would immediately recognize who it belonged to. It was that sand shinobi. Seems like they were on their side now?

"Heh. Looks like you're an ally this time." Kiba comments before the two before him were getting at it. "Behind you!" Kiba warned as he'd continue to watch on. Closing his eyes for a moment, Kiba would drown out the situation. Looking down at his lap, the burnet would see Akamaru. "..." he still felt terrible about how much he put him through. That's when Kiba looked up and found himself staring at that sand shinobi. Huh? Had they taken care of the other two? Blinking, the burnet would find himself at a loss for words. "...."

#he thinks its hypovolemic shock #he loves it though #it def gave him a mental laugh #babies! #responded!//

[kankuro-of-sunagakure]

He was right, Garra didn’t open up to a lot of people, not even his own blood after what happened with their uncle he kept his thoughts to himself.  It was to a point where it felt like his brother was emotionless, that his heart withered away to where there was nothing to remain.  He was doubtful that his brother would’ve made many friends, that was a struggle he made his whole life.  After a while, he came to the idea that the only person he needed to depend on was himself- and to care for others anybody but himself is what held him back.  To have empathy and care, kindness, and love: these were all things his brother tried to take away from himself so when the mention of friendship was spoken out he couldn’t help but burst into laughter.  “You re-really do take me like an idiot, don’t you?!”

“Gaara knows about all of this, do you really think after all this he’d want to be your friend?”

He wiped the tears away from the corner of his eyes.  To think this stranger acted like he knew his brother more than him was humorous- perhaps he was right, perhaps the Suna was in the wrong and Gaara truly saw him as a friend but if that was the case he’d show some care to see his ‘friend’ being held captive even if it were to be orders but that seemed far from the case.

“No, No PLEASE go on.”

TW: Kidnapping

 砂 `┊ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙏𝙊 𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙔 𝘼 𝘽𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙏 … `

Jinchuriki was a term he was all too familiar with since the birth of his younger brother having to be cursed carrying the terrifying power of the one tail.  To be cursed with an absolute power it was a no-given other villages would be sought to let humanity take its turn where mankind would be the ones feasting upon titans.   When he heard that his skills would be more preferable for this side mission, he was reluctant.  It took big shoes to fill and he wasn’t sure he was capable of matching up to a tailed beast, fairly at least.  Even with that Konoha was supposedly allies that his father soon saw to break after making a secret alliance with the hidden sound  That gave him an opportunity to put on a performance.  He was careful with the boy, that fear lingering on the ‘what ifs’ rather than trying to challenge himself.  Poison was so simple, yet so harsh and brutal than any cut or tether from a wound.  Poison was slow-acting, it messed with the mind first then it spread to the nerves.  As any good puppet master, taking notes of the various venoms and poisons he could use to lace his puppets was the knowledge that shouldn’t be swept under the rug. 

And his hypothesis tested right, without drawing his puppets.  Once he spotted the red-haired boy from the exams he tried to play a friendly face to the younger one.  

砂 `┊𝑫𝑼𝑺𝑲 𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑪𝑰𝑻𝒀 … `

He knew this village wouldn’t have the nurturing environment that it had now, seeing the sky turn a shade of warm pink and orange hues as the sun herself started to take a rest the moon could shine her luminescent blues. It was such a shame such a beautiful day had to be wasted on something so pointless.   Perhaps it was a better thing if they got rid of little pests like him that would only get in the way of a much bigger plan.   He closed the curtains shut in the room that was presented to them to stay in.  He held the boy in the ropes tightly to around his waist and hands to the ends of his legs.  He wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.  It would’ve been much more simple to kill him when he was passed out but there was no honor in such a shallow death.   Death was the option of preference however as long as they got their beast out of the way so his brother could carry on the destruction of this village what happened to him mattered little to him.  In that time he had him in his hands he couldn’t help but contemplate- the idea heavied more and more on his mind how wrong it felt to cause some unnecessary work.  In his heart, he didn’t know if the first option wasn’t the one to go with.  He drew a heavy sigh looking down at the fellow kid starting to wake up,

“𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈.”

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@uzumakisota

#Ignore kank being a know it all #lololol

[kankuro-of-sunagakure]

砂 `┊𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃 !. . . `

He made it just in the nik of time, undoubtedly if he had arrived a minute late Kiba would’ve taken his last breath and his mission would’ve been failed.   Losing this mission only by Kiba not being able to hold on would’ve been such an annoyance.  The boy worked well, weakening the demon for the puppet master. It should've been taking candy from a baby.  It was obvious he did some damage to the enemy as well, what looked like stab wounds and bruises. He turned over to the boy displaying his grin when he spoke up.  It was never his idea to attack their village, he was against the idea of attacking the allied nation and collaborating with such an untrustable village.  His father was wrong to play with fire and he paid the price to taint with such evil forces to help the once dying nation struggling so much to get back onto its feet.  Despite the village’s desperation he never agreed with it, nevertheless, it was ordered not only by his leader but by his own father. 

砂 `┊𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑨 𝑶𝑷𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑨 𝑺𝑬𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑫 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬 . . .`

And so he used his two puppets, forming the iron maiden against the two-headed enemy.  It was unlike his normal targets, the curse mark was extraordinary.  It wasn’t something that came at east for him either.  But eventually, as soon as he encased them in their staggered tomb and the blood would ooze out he knew that it was all over.  Sweat dripped down his head questioning what the hell they were.  He was just glad it was a quick kill and he showed little remorse for those actions.   Deep breaths would come from the puppeteer as he’d turn to him releasing his strings opening the casket letting the body drop down on the cold ground as he separated the two puppets reattaching their limbs to put them back up in the white bandages.

 砂 `┊𝙆𝙉𝙀𝙀𝙇 . . . `

He’d kneel down to Kiba inspecting his wounds quietly, the pool of blood raised concern.  It dripped everywhere he frowned extending his hand out to his offering to help him up.  Moments like these an expression painted a thousand words he didn’t need to speak, neither did he, he could see it in his eyes he needed his help and he was there to help him.

@kankuro-of-sunagakure

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Kiba was panicking. His eyes widened before he would groan as he would find himself pressed up against a tree. His side was aching, crimson liquid flowed freely and Kiba couldn't help but know that this was it. Poor Akamaru. He'd let down his pup. Such a good boy and Kiba had let him down. They'd always been together and they were going to die together. He failed to protect him. He failed to handle this rouge Shinobi.

It wasn't long before he found himself staring at them. Oh his blood was boiling as the burnet bit his bottom lip before he'd find himself wincing and then flinching as he knew that he was about to kill him. Why didn't it hurt? Why had it gotten quiet for a bit? Kiba slowly opened his eyes and he found himself staring at a puppet? Lips would slowly curl into a small smile as he would immediately recognize who it belonged to. It was that sand shinobi. Seems like they were on their side now?

"Heh. Looks like you're an ally this time." Kiba comments before the two before him were getting at it. "Behind you!" Kiba warned as he'd continue to watch on. Closing his eyes for a moment, Kiba would drown out the situation. Looking down at his lap, the burnet would see Akamaru. "..." he still felt terrible about how much he put him through. That's when Kiba looked up and found himself staring at that sand shinobi. Huh? Had they taken care of the other two? Blinking, the burnet would find himself at a loss for words. "...."

#it was perfect #responded!