【Naruto】She came from the forest

A steady stream of sand wrapped around the door handle.

Yami's hand stopped in mid-air, staring at the yellow sand, and said slowly: "Is this interesting, Gaara?"

"You can try," the young man's cold voice sounded from behind, calm but slightly hoarse, "Open the door and I will break your arm."

A sigh.

Yami had turned around and said, "Why bother?" She raised her hand and raised her fingertips slightly, and yellow sand lingered around her fingertips, and then followed her like a long, thin snake. The arms snaked up, submerged into her clothes, and emerged from her neck, wrapping around her neck and flowing quietly. Yami turned a blind eye to all this and just said: "This is faster, what are you hesitating about?"

There was a bit of coldness in Gaara's eyes, he remained silent, only yellow sand flew around the two of them.

Why didn't she cry anymore?

Why was there no emotion on that face and nothing in the deep black eyes, just looking at him indifferently?

Are those eyes looking at me?

He couldn't help but think of the white-eyed boy in the room - she would still think of him after losing.

He left the auditorium with almost no hesitation.

and then?

Will you comfort him?

Will you hug him?

Will you wipe away his tears?

That was...a look that would never fall on him even if it was nothing.

Gaara suddenly raised his lips and laughed.

"I never hesitated, I was just...waiting for an opportunity to kill you!"

More and more sand wrapped around her body.

Such soft and slender limbs will be in tatters with a slight twist.

"That's great. It seems that you have waited for it. No one will bother you. After you kill me, just throw me aside - you won't care anyway, right?" The girl said and smiled. He didn't mind the tightening of the restraints and the pain that followed.

Why don't you ask him? Gaara looked deeply at her face without a trace of pain - a pale face. If she begged him for mercy, he might really let her go.

Didn't she have any hope for him?

Gaara's mind was in chaos. He thought about the Suna ninja's yellow sand, his mother, Yashamaru, the young girl, and even the dog who didn't treat him well.

That night was also a full moon, but he sat on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes quietly.

There was only the sound of the wind and her steady breathing.

Yaya... thin and difficult breathing.

Gaara suddenly fell into a trance, and the yellow sand intertwined with memories, freezing into the sleeping face of the girl under the moonlight that night.

Would killing her really make him feel alive?

Did he initially follow her to kill her?

He just didn't want her to see the person behind the door.

why?

Why don't you want her to meet someone else?

Why don't you want to kill her?

Why kill her again?

Various questions flooded into his mind, and it was as if a cold hand was squeezing his neck tightly, constantly pressing for answers.

Gaara was almost forced to breathe.

"Stop now, it's still too late."

The cold and deep voice brought him back to reality. With his words, the yellow sand suddenly scattered and flowed all over the ground.

The visitor caught the girl who had escaped from the sand in his arms, but saw her burying her head in his chest and laughing quietly. He couldn't help frowning and scolded her in a low voice: "Nonsense."

He raised his eyes, and there was a bit of anger in his jade white pupils: "Before you figure out your own feelings, it's best not to do anything nonsense! How much do you want her to be sad for you before you are satisfied!"

Gaara was like a little beast that had been severely bruised. He was still at a loss to understand everything. In the confusion, he just roared back: "What do you know!"

Neji looked at the red marks on Yaya's body that were rubbed by the sand, and said solemnly: "Don't vent your pain on her. This is my only advice."

Gaara remained silent, his mind gradually returning under the cold wind. He suppressed the unexplained fear below and laughed a few times, pretending to be calm: "You probably don't have much chakra left. Do you think you can stop me?"

Veins popped out next to Neji's eyes, and his byakugan stared at Gaara.

"Try all you can."

Silent.

The sand slowly crawled back into the gourd.

No one moved.

Gaara looked deeply at Yaya who was lying in Neci's arms, turned around and left in silence.

Yami suddenly laughed.

Ningji: "..."

Neji couldn't help but make a fist and hit her head lightly: "Why do you have to provoke him?"

Yami looked at the direction Gaara left and said, "I want to know what he can do."

"Satisfied?"

Yami touched his neck. The red marks had receded. He chuckled and said, "He let go. I'm still alive. That's enough."

Neji sighed, looked at the birds flying in the sky, and said, "Your bottom line is too low..."

"I came here specially to see you, don't lecture me!" Yami pouted and patted his back: "You seem to be in good spirits, so I can rest assured - I'll go back first, Have a good rest, Ningji..." She changed her tone and teased maliciously, "Teacher——"

The ending is mellow, long and soft.

Neji leaned against the wall and shook his head.

That Sand Ninja guy is so murderous, how can he not be energetic?

With all this commotion, I can't even think about resting now.

teacher……

Neji rubbed the roots of his slightly red ears.

A chuckle floated in the forest.