Lee dusted himself off, he would need a good shower, definitely! He was done for today, it was not as if Gai was here to see him training, so he couldn’t earn a ‘well done’ or ‘good boy’ anyways. The young male took his skipping rope and put it in his backpack, completely unaware that someone was near him.
The raven haired boy looked around for everything, not wanting to forget anything, he wanted to be finished and ready to go once Gai decided to pick him up to walk Lee home. Nothing was in his field of vision, he reached into the pockets of his shirt and froze.
{青春}
“…? Where…is it? Where is…where is it!?”
The boy reached into every pocket he had, nothing. He ran over to his backpack and rummaged in the deepest part, nothing. The one thing Lee treasured most was gone, but he had it this afternoon! It was impossible to be gone! Breathing hard, Lee searched for the picture he made with Gai, a silly thing to think of as the most important belonging to have, but that was a simple fact. A picture more precious than the picture of team Gai, because on this one, there was only himself and his master, Lee received his awesome teacher’s full attention that day.
After a few minutes of panic he found it lying on the floor, it was still in one full peace, only a little dirty, but overall just fine. Lee dropped on the floor and pressed it against his heart. Lee starred at Gais face, he was smiling at him and his heart begun to warm up again. This was what love felt like.
{青春}
“It is fine, fine, fine. There is nothing to worry about.”
Only after that, Lee actually noticed someone was watching him, it was a strange red head, he seemed a bit younger than himself and his headband was from Suna! Lee cleaned the picture before putting it into his pocked.
{青春}
“Is there something you need?”
⌠☾⌡ It was disgusting, the way he scampered around like a rodent or some sort of animal that had lost it’s favorite play thing. It was almost funny. How was it that someone had no shame or humility to the point they acted like an animal. But isn’t that what humans are? Filthy animals... waiting to get crushed and swallowed whole by the monsters.
The other appeared to be searching for something. Maybe searching wasn’t the best word -- panicking over might be a better description. Gaara almost wanted to go and find whatever it was so he could destroy it right in front of the other. Wouldn’t that just be fantastic. If it was something so close to the other that he was this strung out over it, imagine how angry he’d be, how broken he’d be if the red head ruined it.
When the scrambling mess finally stopped moving around, he held up a picture. Why... was taht important? It made no sense. A picture. Of all the things that someone could be attached to that much, it was a picture. Gaara had thought he’d seen everything with humans and their fickle emotions -- getting attached to another person, an animal, or even their favorite kunai, but never had the jinchuuriku seen anyone get attached to an image.
The other had spoken, but the young boy had not heard him. He was too lost in his own thoughts, trying to understand what it was in a human that made them act this way. That made them attached to inanimate objects. However, don’t misunderstand, he didn’t want to know why humans acted this way because he wanted to try and understand them to be one. He wanted to understand them so he knew better how to hurt them and crush their poor, weak hearts.
After a minute, the fact that the other had spoken finally sinked in, and though he didn’t reply to what the other said, he did speak.
“You’re weak. Foolish.” You’re not anything of interest to me.
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