The cool breeze stung at my wounds. We were headed back to the house as fast as we could, so we could return to the Sand Village.
"Temari, Kankuro, Suzume..." Gaara murmured. "I'm sorry..."
"Don't worry about it, Gaara," Kankuro replied.
We returned to the house without saying a word. Even while we were in the house nothing was spoken. Kankuro had to put all my things in my bag, which was white with a black Sand Village symbol. While Kankuro packed everyone's stuff, Temari sat Gaara and I down, and tended to our wounds. Both Gaara and I needed stitches, and I needed a few bandages for my cuts, which still oozed blood. I noticed several bruises along my arms and legs, and there was an obvious bump where Naruto hit me. Temari needed to ice that. During all of this, the house was silent.
Once we left the house, I made a mental note to send a letter to my friends. Gaara and I were so tired, we could barely stand. I saw Kakashi on the way out, who gave a questioning look to me, before turning back to his book like nothing happened..
I think I fell asleep on the way back to the village, because when I woke up, I was in bed with a hard cast on my wrist. I supposedly broke my left wrist. Funny, because I never really felt it. But the next few weeks are going to be torturous- because I'm left-handed, this means no writing, no hand signs (they require bending my wrist), no taijutsu, and limited ninjutsu. This is going to be terrible!
I saw Gaara walk through the hallway. HE doesn't have a cast! Only a few bandages, stained with blood.
I felt groggy, like someone used a sedative. My hand shakily went to where my jar of air should be.
It's not there!
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Hey there, gorgeous. It would help if I got some energy here.
Cut it out, kid!
I felt a wave of relief as a lot of the soreness went away, and my muscles didn't burn anymore.
There. Just this once. What have you ever done for me?
A sharp pain stabbed at my wrist. I went to go grab it, but it just made it hurt even more. Because I don't get hurt very often, this hurt a lot. I held back a scream, curling in my toes, my other hand in a fist.
Ha! You amuse me.
A few moments later, Temari and Kankuro poked their heads in to see what was happening. They looked nervous.
"Get in here!" I hissed. They nodded, walking into the room and standing at the foot of the bed.
Sitting up in my bed, I glared at the two of them. "First of all which one of you put me to sleep?"
"I did," Temari said. I sighed.
"Okay, and who stole my wind?"
"Gaara's room," Kankuro said. "He took it off a table while the medical ninja put your cast on. He said he would keep it safe while you slept."
Gritting my teeth, I stood up, and found Gaara standing in his room, looking out a window. He knew I was there without even looking at me. "Go away, Suzume," He said quietly, sadness in his voice. "What you're looking for is on my dresser."
Turning my head, I saw my container of wind. I took it, grabbed the white tape out of my tool pouch, and secured it around my left leg, where it should be. With a sigh, I let just a little air free, using it to poke Gaara. He looked at me for a second, then turned his back to me. "I told you to go away," He said, a little harsher this time. I took a step back.
"Well, I don't want to see you all depressed like-"
"I told you to go away, didn't I?" Gaara growled at me. Nodding, I slowly walked back, returning to my room.
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The next week or so was the same. Because of my wrist, I didn't get to go on any missions. Gaara was being as antisocial as ever, even to me.
Recently, I saw Temari and Kankuro in Gaara's room with Gaara. When I asked what they were talking about, they asked me to go do some chore. I kind of eavesdropped, but they were talking so quietly, I couldn't hear them from my room.
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A few weeks after that, about a month since we got back from Konoha, I finally got my cast off! The medical ninja said I progressed a lot quicker than they thought I would. What was once covered with a hard cast now needs only white tape to support it. Yay! I can finally go on a mission! It's about time.
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Something soft hit my head. "Rise and shine, squirt! We have things to do today!" Kankuro's agitating voice said. Groaning, I got out of bed, slamming the door in his face so I could get dressed. Once I was ready, my hair brushed out, my ninja tool pouch on my leg along with my wind, I headed out to the kitchen. Making some oatmeal, I saw Temari walk out with her huge fan. Gaara was right behind her.
The silence was getting really weird really fast. "I hope I can finally go on a mission. I mean you three all got to go on quite a few while I had to stay here." I motioned to Temari, Kankuro, and Gaara.
"Well now you're arm is healed so you should be at the to of the list for a mission," Temari said, inspecting a pear.
I thought of Father, the Kazekage, who assigns the missions to shinobi of our village. "I'm surprised I even got a break for my wrist," I said bitterly.
"Well, are you ready for a mission if you were to receive one?"
"Yeah, of course."
I finished my breakfast, grabbed a water bottle, and walked back to my room. The breeze cooled my face as I opened my window, and swiftly climbed to the roof. I leaned back against the warm stone roof, feeling the sun's heat against my skin.
"I'm sorry I ignored you these past few weeks," A familiar raspy voice said. Gaara.
"It's fine," I replied.
"I've been rethinking my purpose," He said, looking out into the distance. "I don't know how people get so strong, when a purpose like mine is much stronger," His hands became fists. "I... I don't understand."
There was a loud thud on the roof. I whipped around to see Kankuro and Temari.
"Get ready, we have to leave as soon as possible. We have a mission."
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The Fourth Sand Sibling~ A Naruto FanficFanfiction
Suzume of the Sand is Gaara's twin sister. Because she was born second, it is Gaara who has the sand-wielding ability of the One Tail, Shukaku. What is Suzume's true power?