The Deity of Spring
Chapter ELEVEN
Gaara left the main tent soon after Sakura had. The meeting hadn't officially been concluded yet, but the suffocating atmosphere surrounding the table became too much for him at one point. His siblings could manage things for a while.
The sun felt like a nice change from the stuffiness of being indoors and he closed his eyes, basking in the natural warmth. The sound of human activity around him kept him grounded to the reality of war, though, and he opened his eyes again just in time to see a covered body being carried away on a stretcher.
A handful of warriors had been struggling in the gap between life and death for a few days, and it appeared they had lost another to the other side. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes again, allowing himself a moment of grief.
"Humans are so fragile, aren't they?"
Gaara's eyes snapped open and he whipped around at the voice. Sakura stood beside him, as though she had been there the entire time. She tilted her head as she looked him over. "I wonder, at times, what made my kin want to give up Godhood for something so frail and short-lasting."
Gaara did not reply, but it did not look as though the Goddess was looking for a reply.
"Then again, I simply do not understand the value of each life as well as you appear to," she said. So she knew. "Perhaps that is something one can understand only when they have a short moment to appreciate it." She linked her hands behind herself and leaned in towards him. Gaara could feel her breath on his neck and could sense the eyes of everyone nearby, who had noticed the pinkette's presence. "Tell me, human, does your life feel long to you?"
Gaara carefully stepped away, hoping she did not think him rude and turn him into a squirrel, or something. "It would probably feel longer if there was no war going on," he replied carefully. "My name is Gaara," he added after a second thought.
Sakura smiled and straightened herself. "I see. And, I am aware, Gaara." She opened her mouth again, only to freeze, and Gaara sensed what had made her pause. A tremendous amount of chakra was approaching and moments later Sasuke appeared from around the corner, eyes wide. "Sakura!"
"He found me," Sakura muttered. "That boy is worse than Naruto, I swear." She turned to Gaara and smiled in a secretive way just before Sasuke was close enough to see it.
"Don't wander off like that!" The raven scowled. "I turned around and you'd just vanished!"
Perhaps Goddesses did not roll their eyes, but Gaara was sure that if she had been any other person, she would have. Instead, Sakura simply smiled. "I won't leave this place without telling you," she said gently. "And Gaara was keeping me company."
Sasuke finally turned towards him, as though he were worthy of looking at now that Sakura had mentioned him. "That's what I was worried about," he said, without the slightest intention of hiding his scorn. "Well, better him than anyone else, I guess."
Amidst his growing annoyance at the blatant disrespect, Gaara wondered what he meant.
Sasuke turned away as though he had once again vanished from his world. "I looked around like you asked," he said, then pointed towards the part of the camp people of the Land of Water gathered. "I found one there," he said, then waved ambiguously. "Two there, and a couple of others all over the place. Then there's this one." Gaara received a jerk of his head in his direction. The raven rolled his eyes. "You knew already," he said. "Why make me count?"
Sakura smiled and from the way Sasuke scoffed it must be one she used often when she was unwilling to say any more. "Right, whatever," he muttered.
Sakura laughed. "Should you not be sleeping?" She asked.
Sasuke shrugged. "The idiot's not here. Someone has to keep an eye on you."
Gaara was beginning to feel more and more left out, as though he didn't exist. He had been just about to sneak away when Sakura turned towards him. "Do not leave just yet, Gaara," she said. She waved casually when Sasuke opened his mouth to no doubt protest, making him swallow whatever he had been about to say. "I would like to know more about your people," she announced.
Gaara paused. "Excuse me?"
"It has been a while since I experienced human life," she said. "And I believe it helps to know what exactly you are fighting to protect." She glanced at Sasuke and nudged him when the raven turned away. She then spun away from him, steps light and graceful. "Why did you decide to stand up against Kaguya?" She asked. "What made you decide to shoulder the weight of the lives of entire nations worth of people? What makes you stand up and fight?"
There were many places Gaara could have taken the Goddess. He could have taken them to where the warriors trained and talked about their pride as humans. He could have led them to the medical tents and the injured and shared their determination. He could have shown them the graves of those whose bodies they had managed to recover and talked of their sacrifices. He could have shown them their archives and relayed to her their history.
However, Gaara was selfish. He had lost so much to war and bloodshed. People had fought, people whose faces he didn't know and names he hadn't heard, and they had died. Some had died in front of loved ones, giving their life for those they cared for, and others had died alone, out in the unknown, to never be found and properly mourned for.
He wanted her to know that. He wanted her to know it all.
Sakura curiously eyed the platform of sand he had made. Beside her, Sasuke bristled at it suspiciously. Gaara cautiously held out his hand. The Goddess smiled and gracefully took it, allowing him to help her up beside him. Sasuke looked ready to protest but he surprisingly did not. He hopped up next to them and Gaara did not stop him. Instead, he simply urged the sand to follow his command, and it answered.
The people were long used to his habit of using his sand as a way to look over the camp, but the moment they began to point up towards them, Gaara knew they had caught sight of his unusual passengers. They were too far up to hear what was being said, and Gaara decided to ignore them for the time being.
Sakura peered over the edge without any worry of falling. "This must be useful," she commented.
Gaara eyed Sasuke, biting back a comment about the pinkette's own flying transport standing next to her. He nodded. "It is."
Soon, they were hovering well above the camp.
"Before the war," Gaara said, "I would do the exact same thing back at home. I come from the Land of Wind, and despite being the youngest of three siblings I took over as its leader after my father died." He closed his eyes, picturing his home as it had been. If he were in his usual spot, the market place would be to his left, the school to the right...
He risked a glance over at Sakura, who was leaning almost dangerously over the edge of his sand but hadn't made a move to say anything. He then turned to Sasuke, who was scowling and pointedly not looking down. He opened his mouth but closed it again when no words came to mind.
Finally, after a while, Sakura stepped back. "I wonder," she said softly. "I wonder whether scenery before my eyes differs from the one that appears before yours."
Gaara bit his lip, not knowing how to answer. He saw his people. The civilian area was right below them and he could see a group of children, their future, kicking around a ball they had managed to salvage from somewhere. Nearby, a group of elderly were seated surrounded by younger children, no doubt telling them a story.
There was so much he wanted to show her, and no time to go through it all. So, instead, he showed her his people and hoped she understood what he could not put to words.
"I think she was waiting for you."
Gaara turned towards Sasuke, surprised the raven was talking to him. The other male continued to look ahead, eyes fixed on Sakura, who was looking over the camp with something unreadable in her eyes.
"Naruto and I kept Sakura in the forest to protect her. Kaguya hurt her before, and she took it for mankind. We didn't want her to hurt anymore. She stayed because we wanted her to, and she cares for us despite her status," Sasuke sighed. "But deep inside, I think she was waiting for you to call, waiting for someone strong and desperate enough to break through our prison of protection."
Gaara did not reply.
Naruto returned grinning, a little dirty, but uninjured. Deidara could still remember the trail of fire the blond had left when he had fought the whiskered man and did not doubt for a second that that had been the form the blond was in when he had torn through the ranks of advancing Zetsu. He knew that while they had taken the Goddess' warning to heart and stayed away while the blond was gone, a team had been sent out to see what exactly had happened after he had returned.
He had to admit, he was curious himself. After all, the aftermath was probably what he and his team would have ended up like.
He watched, slightly amused, when the Tsuchikage stormed up to the blond, only for the Guardian to completely ignore the man as he placed a hand over his eyes and looked around. "Sakura-chan?"
Something brushed his arm, and he whipped around to see Sakura standing right beside him. "I am here."
Deidara jumped and stumbled backward. "Since when, un?" He demanded. He placed a hand over his heart, trying to calm his breathing. When was the last time someone had managed to creep up on him?
Sakura turned to him. "Since just now," she said. "I apologize if I scared you."
Deidara nodded, unsure of how to react. Then there was a flash of yellow, and Naruto was beside them as well, sweeping the pinkette up into his arms and spinning around. "I'm back Sakura-chan~"
"I can see that, Naruto." The pinkette smiled and ran a hand through messy blond hair. "Welcome back, I am glad you are unharmed."
Naruto put her down carefully and flexed in a dramatic fashion. "Weaklings don't stand a chance," he bragged. Still, Deidara knew the Guardian meant what he was saying. He could see the muscles rippling beneath his skin. Even if it came down to a purely physical fight, Naruto could more than hold his ground.
Sakura laughed softly. "Let us go find Sasuke," she said. "He has been awake this entire time, and he will no doubt be cranky."
Naruto grinned. "Because you ditched him?"
Sakura lightly slapped him on the shoulder. "I did not."
Naruto's grin widened, and Deidara paused for a second time when he turned towards him. "Hey, Deidara!"
"Hi, un..." He knew he looked less than comfortable, but neither Naruto nor Sakura seemed to mind. Deidara watched as the Guardian once again scooped the Goddess up into his arms, and the two of them vanished over the rooftops.
Itachi had been assigned to border patrol, and by the time he and his team returned all anyone could talk about Naruto's apparent decimation of an entire group of White Zetsus.
They reported their return and were dismissed for the day. Itachi instantly began heading towards the Uchiha clan tent and inwardly groaned when he noticed that heading there would not protect him from the thing he was currently trying to escape.
"You got to meet them properly, right?" His cousin, Uchiha Shisui asked. "What were they like?"
"A Goddess, and her Guardians," he said, already long tired with the question. The test of the party had been quick to understand he was not interested in answering questions, but Shisui either did not notice or, more likely, he was simply ignoring it.
Shisui pouted and opened his mouth, but Itachi cut him off.
"If you are that interested, you should go talk to her," he said, "I do believe she may like you."
That was not a lie. People tended to like Shisui, though Itachi wasn't exactly sure that extended to Goddesses as well.
Shisui grinned. "You think so?" He asked. "Okay, I'll go do that."
Itachi watched his older cousin skip off and wondered if he should apologize to Sakura on a later date, then backtracked a little, because did Goddesses understand jokes?
Shisui had to admit, he had been skeptical when the head council had revealed their almighty plan to save humanity, but when his cute cousin had returned with a Goddess he was probably one of the fastest to accept it.
He honestly didn't care what this Deity was like as long as they helped. Things were that desperate, after all. She hadn't been what exactly he had expected, but he was sure that was the case for many of them.
After parting with Itachi, Shisui headed towards the area of the camp that had been cleared for the Deity and her companions. Even before he was that close to the tent, he could tell there was no one there. He paused, then turned towards a warrior from Iwa to ask if he knew the whereabouts of the Goddess.
He received a shrug and an unsure direction towards the training grounds. Nonetheless, he thanked him and began making his way in the general direction.
The crowd gathered by the mouth of the biggest training area alerted him of something, and when he got there he saw that, indeed, it was the Goddess.
The pink-haired Deity was sitting on the ground, Sasuke lying down with his eyes closed and his head on her lap. A little away, Naruto was spinning around in what he thought was a variation of kata. Shisui eyed the crowd, who all looked too fascinated to leave but too scared to approach. Steeling himself, he hopped over the fence parting them and began making his way across the grounds.
Sakura paused in her action of petting Sasuke's hair and looked up right at him. In the next second, the hand Naruto had raised came down with fire wrapped around it, and Shisui quickly stepped back when the orange flames lashed out at him. "Woah!"
"Naruto," Sakura chastised.
Naruto shrugged unapologetically. "Sorry," he muttered. "Habit."
Sakura huffed. She glanced down at Sasuke, then gestured towards him with her hand. She patted the earth next to herself. "Come," she said. "Sit."
Unsure of the sudden direction things were heading, he did as told.
"You look like (ITACHI)," she noted. "You are family?"
Shisui nodded. "We're cousins,"
Sakura hummed. "I see," she said. "Now, what can I do for you, cousin of Itachi?"
Shisui laughed. "Call me Shisui," he said.
"Very well, Shisui."
He grinned and leaned back on his hands. "And I wasn't looking for anything, really. Just wanted to see what you were like."
Sakura smiled. "And what do you think?" She asked.
"You're very pretty," he told her honestly. "And I can tell you're much, much stronger than you look."
Sakura smiled and turned back down to a sleeping Sasuke. "I see."
Shisui watched them for a while. Their interactions seemed friendly enough. In fact, it reminded him of a family.
Naruto chose that moment to come bounding over. "Sakura-chan! I'm hungry." He crouched down in front of the pinkette and grinned.
Sakura smiled, and the blond leaned into her touch when she brushed his cheek. "Shisui," she called, making him jump.
"Yeah?"
"Do you know of anywhere we may acquire some food?"
Shisui's first though was the tent where they handed out rations, but he also knew that several people who had owned restaurants before the Kaguya incident had opened up stalls in the civilian district. Seeing it as an important way to keep up morale, the head council had agreed to supply it with food and resources to keep them going.
"Of course," he said. He jumped to his feet and thumped his chest proudly. "Follow me."
Uchiha Obito had been making his way towards the base gates when he caught sight of Shisui skipping towards the civilian district. That in itself wasn't strange; his cousin liked to hang around the civilian children. Shisui said it was because he liked the way they worshipped him, but almost everyone knew it was because he was simply worried.
Most of the victims during the destruction of their home had been defenseless children.
What surprised him was how the Goddess, Sakura, was walking right next to him, seemingly listening to Shisui's chattering with a smile on her face. She was linked hand to hand with Sasuke, who looked like he was sleeping even as he moved one foot in front of the other. A few steps behind them trailed Naruto, who had his hands linked behind his head. The blond looked around curiously, taking in their surroundings.
None of them seemed bothered by the stares from the people he knew they had long noticed.
Obito watched his younger cousin lead Sakura straight towards a ramen stand and usher them into seats. He saw the owner, a man named Teuchi, look surprised at his sudden customers but he took it in stride. He welcomed them with a large grin and asked for their orders.
Obito would have loved to see a Goddess's reaction to ramen, but he was already late and he knew he should get going. His friend had been assigned to a patrol a while ago, and he was finally back today. He was sure Kakashi wouldn't appreciate it if he were too tardy.
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