Post by Sabaku no Gaara on Apr 22, 2008 18:26:57 GMT -5
Gaara sat on the edge of the roof, looking off over his village. The sun was rising, and he would be in his office before any of the normal villagers awakened. For now, Gaara had his moment of peace, one of his few allowances when he should be working. It was different now that he could sleep, though. Now that he COULD sleep, with the Raccoon gone... he rarely got this moment.
He wasn’t even sure exactly what he was doing.
The only other human beings moving in the village were guards on the outer edge. He was in the center of town. Complete silence—save for the early birds and the sound of the wind through the streets—allowed him time to think. Some days, this was his moment of mental organization which allowed him to get everything planned out so that he could get it all done in time for dinner, which he missed more often than not anyway. Today, it was time for a self-absorbed relaxation. Within his mind he merely recounted the past few months.
Gaara realized he was still unhappy, but not as unhappy as he once was. For Gaara, it felt as if, even sitting in Sunaga’s Kazekage office, he was still unfulfilled. He would watch children learning in the local school, or at the training grounds, watching how some of them intensely trained their bodies, or others ran through hand seals and practiced nin-jutsu.
He really hadn’t needed to do either as a child, and that was why he felt particularly unfulfilled. He had skipped all of his classes past learning the most basic jutsu, and studied what ones he thought he wanted to know on his own, any enemy he would need to defeat, the sand usually did it for him. It was so rare for him to come into melee combat.
Briefly, as he saw that the sun had brightened the town up even more, he considered beginning physical training. But, he thought with little more than a shrug, I’ve got new responsibilities now. Even so, as he moved to the entrance on top of his home that would lead him back down into the home, he had a thought. There really was some down time as Kazekage, like the four days off the village elders required him to take every month, even if he usually snuck his paperwork home with him to work on.
As it was, he was expecting that “suggestion” of leave any day now. Maybe he could go to the school and train with the children of the village.
Maybe children weren’t really his thing, but sometimes it felt good to be with the people he protected… sometimes it felt good to feel loved. Gaara opened the trap door, coming down the steps into a spare room in his house. With the fans in his home always running, he managed to stay pretty cool, so it was an abrupt change which cleared his head. With a sigh and a shrug he readied himself for a day of work.
I’ve got new responsibilities now.
He wasn’t even sure exactly what he was doing.
The only other human beings moving in the village were guards on the outer edge. He was in the center of town. Complete silence—save for the early birds and the sound of the wind through the streets—allowed him time to think. Some days, this was his moment of mental organization which allowed him to get everything planned out so that he could get it all done in time for dinner, which he missed more often than not anyway. Today, it was time for a self-absorbed relaxation. Within his mind he merely recounted the past few months.
Gaara realized he was still unhappy, but not as unhappy as he once was. For Gaara, it felt as if, even sitting in Sunaga’s Kazekage office, he was still unfulfilled. He would watch children learning in the local school, or at the training grounds, watching how some of them intensely trained their bodies, or others ran through hand seals and practiced nin-jutsu.
He really hadn’t needed to do either as a child, and that was why he felt particularly unfulfilled. He had skipped all of his classes past learning the most basic jutsu, and studied what ones he thought he wanted to know on his own, any enemy he would need to defeat, the sand usually did it for him. It was so rare for him to come into melee combat.
Briefly, as he saw that the sun had brightened the town up even more, he considered beginning physical training. But, he thought with little more than a shrug, I’ve got new responsibilities now. Even so, as he moved to the entrance on top of his home that would lead him back down into the home, he had a thought. There really was some down time as Kazekage, like the four days off the village elders required him to take every month, even if he usually snuck his paperwork home with him to work on.
As it was, he was expecting that “suggestion” of leave any day now. Maybe he could go to the school and train with the children of the village.
Maybe children weren’t really his thing, but sometimes it felt good to be with the people he protected… sometimes it felt good to feel loved. Gaara opened the trap door, coming down the steps into a spare room in his house. With the fans in his home always running, he managed to stay pretty cool, so it was an abrupt change which cleared his head. With a sigh and a shrug he readied himself for a day of work.
I’ve got new responsibilities now.