Impending darkness
I want to make an impact on this world.
Nothing brings more pain. Nothing brings more suffering.
[I play all versions of Sasuke. As far as storylines go, just specify which version you'd like to play with.]
Tracking mandateofhell
How long, had he wanted to see the other’s blood paint the earth from tainted thoughts brought on by a beast bound to his soul. This should have been a sight he had longed to see. But watching the Uchiha bleed out, instead prompted brows to press together and concern to cross his face. A knee touched to the ground, and sand began to wrap around the man’s chest as a bandage. Admittedly some of that vital fluid was absorbed by hungry grains but Gaara’s focused remained on the fight he could feel echoing from his person. Seemingly unconscious, Gaara did the only thing he could manage.
The man’s body was carefully turned and a hand pressed to his chest, applying pressure to the sand already enclosing him. “Wake up.” His voice came out as a near growl from the back of his throat. Sakura had stabilized Naruto - Gaara was not about to let Sasuke die, either. “Wake the fuck up Sasuke. If I can survive you slicing through my chest with Chidori, you can handle a little shanking.” Never did he want to admit that they actually needed him but Gaara was not above doing something a shinobi ought never do.
He was ready to plea the Uchiha into waking.
Silence was all that greeted the aggression in Gaara’s voice, the struggle to wake him from his inverted slumber. He was near unconscious, however, he heard that voice, practically yelling at him to awake. Nothing. No subtle reaction was given, not even the twitch of a finger. He couldn’t find the energy to simply speak, it was far too painful, and the blood loss he was enduring was far too great.
Lids managed to open a crack, blurred vision making out the redhead’s visage for just a moment, fear and concern written all over that usually devoid face. He couldn’t believe it. Gaara was really coming to his aid? How could that be? Their history told of a void between them, nothing but that rivalry that was soaked in blood and vehement. But Gaara.. he was not that same boy, nor was Sasuke. They were fighting alongside each other, and even though Gaara would never admit to it, they needed Sasuke.
“Ga..” Blood coughed from his larynx, voice choking on the bundle of liquid before his eyes immediately shot open. “.. Gaara.” He managed a full word, limp body kept still as his energy continued to deplete.
