#third-wind-shadow

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A small hum of pleasure left Kuroisei's lips as Sasori's skillfull hands tangled in his dark locks. "I see that modesty isn't your best card, not that I mind, it's always good that people know their qualities." he muttered against the redheads neck and began to nibble lightly on the soft skin. His hands caressed over Sasori's chest and down to his stomach before reasing the hem of his shirt. Smiling lightly he dug his hands under, caressing the lower part of his stomach.

A small chuckle escaped Sasori at that, why should he be modest when he knew that he was powerful. If you had it you should flaunt it, those were words that he lived by. Once the other had started to nibble on his neck something had snapped within the red head. He tugged at Kuroisei's hair as he let out a loud moan. What the hell was that? Sasori had never, ever, made that noise or felt something like this before. He was panting now as those talented hands ran over his stomach and chest. "F-Fuck, don't...don't stop..."

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The old lady beamed at Sasori. "A pleasure to meet you too, hun." she gently patted his head before walking off to get their tea ready. "When we get the tea you will know why she asked for our names." he explained, remembering how she would always leave a note with the tea for each costumer, no matter how often they visited. It was usually a note with a few kind words and a good luck. "So, are you more relaxed now?"

He blinked in surprise at being patted on the head. The last time that had happened he was about fourteen, now he was thirty six. His thoughts were broken as the kage started to talk. “Alright.” Sasori said. Now that he thought about it he was a little curious as to why she did ask for their names. Usually they only needed one name for a bill or they ask just to be friendly. “Surprisingly, I am. It helps that this place is very relaxing.”

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Kuroisei nodded his head in understanding. "I see." he commented and offered a gentle smile before he suddenly took notice of the time. He was already late as it was. "I apologize Sabaku-san, I have to head off to my Kazekage duties now, bu perhaps we can talk another time?" he offered, already making his way to Sunagakure once again. He hated the elders when they were annoyed, it was not a pretty sight.

Despite the easy going nature of the other, he was very much aware of how powerful he was beneath that calm exterior. Much like how Gaara was himself, he could become ruthless - however the younger stood by what he decided. His arm extended to stop the other, ready to send his sand to stop the man altogether if it came to it. "Sir, I'm afraid I cannot have you pass so easily." He stated calmly, attempting to find the proper words for this. "Are you aware of what year it is, Kazekage-sama?" He reached back with the arm he had been holding out to unhook his Kage hat from his gourd, revealing it to the man. He knew he was characteristically calm, but would it last, if he saw Gaara holding such a hat? "It has been many years since you last stepped within Sunagakure. M'lord."

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"A pleasure to meet you too, Sabaku-san." Kuroisei replied back, his mind running through names of the people in his village. He had only heard about another Sabaku, but as far as he knew then his name wasn't Gaara. "Are you new to Sunagakure, Sabaku-san? I don't remember seeing you before." he questioned, his face hiding how confused he truly was.

Confusion was to be expected for either party, but just those words were enough to make Gaara begin to piece things together even if it  left the question of how he got there in the first place. No matter - he would address that when it arose, and continue to be cautious until something was sorted out between the two. Until that was reached however - Kuroisei would not advance toward the village any further. "I was very sheltered when I was young." He replied calmly, heavily ringed eyes looking closer on the other's visage. His arms went about crossing over his chest, and mentally he had to push Shukaku down as to keep his chakra from the Sandaime's detection.

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The Kazekage was walking through the desert heading towards Sunagakure - his village - when he suddenly stumbled upon a redhead. Eyeing the boy, he gave a curt nod and offered a polite smile. "Hello, my name is Kuroisei and you are?" he questioned, not remembering to have seen the boy anywhere in the village before. [Hello!~]

That chakra could be sensed from a mile away. The Sandaime Kazekage had long since been dead from before Gaara’s birth, yet he heard rumors. Rumors of his power and the strength he had; he could subdue Shukaku back then far easier than Gaara’s own father could. But that was a long time ago. The only reason Gaara could identify this incoming chakra was due to Shukaku’s hiss, and he had to admit he was concerned – Last he knew, the Sandaime’s body was a puppet within a scroll in Kankuro’s workshop. Uneased, the Kage did a single Ram seal and allowed his sand to engulf him and take him to the source, letting his body reform just in front of the invader. Gaara took in his form – this was very much the third leader of Sunagakure, alive with no signs of the Edo Tensei. Choosing to be cautious, Gaara chose to follow along for now – if this was someone in the guise of the former leader, Gaara would snuff them out in an instant. If it was really him – Well, Gaara had no desire to fight him. As he was introduced, Gaara gave a small bow, knowing he would not be known. “A pleasure, Kuroisei-sama. I am Sabaku no Gaara.” Dare he state his title? In a moment, perhaps.

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"Sasori-san." the Kazekage greeted, hiding his surprise at seeing the red headed boy. "How are you?" he would act friendly for now, even though he knew that the redhead was an enemy now.

….was this a dream or a horrible prank? Because he was not laughing. Sasori blinked as he looked at the third Kazekage standing in front of him. Impossible, he was dead and a puppet now. He knew that for a fact. “……Fine, I suppose…”He cleared his throat to make sure he didn’t stutter. “Yourself?”

[naru-uzumaki]

[Kisses you] It's a kissing disease. Spread it by kissing the first ten people on your dash.

So many people kissing him today... "What is up with everyone?"