Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Life is Lovelier the Second Time Around ❯ I've never seen a flying chicken ( Chapter 9 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto in a similar way to how I don't own the phrase “You want the truth?! We don't need no stinking badges!” Yeah take that.

 

AN: Yay three reviews. Gaara lovers please don't hate me for this chapter. Kishimoto (did I spell that right) made me do it. Another pretty much all Gaara chapter. With some Akatsuki thrown in. The other Akatsuki fights will be more original but I really couldn't see another way of doing this.

 

Anime Princess Inu Lover: You think Temari's crazy now…she's going to be so insane you'll think she over dosed on the nameless drug…why didn't I name it…and thanks for reviewing the other chapter. And yes Hinata is diabolical.

 

Daianta: Yeah poor Gaara. I'm sure he'd appreciate the protection. This winning of his heart…wouldn't involve ropes, chloroform, alcohol, or something like that right? Whoa Gaara drunk…that's going in this story somewhere.

 

Kandy Apple 08: Well glad you like those two. Cause you'll be seeing more of them. I'm glad that was written otherwise I'd probably be deaf from all those exclamation points. And why are you tying up cookies?

 

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Gaara sat back down at his desk after another sleepless night. He was not assaulted on his way to his office, this made him a little nervous. As such he had a little trap prepared for anyone who walked in. Gaara had set it up in the night. He heard the door star to open and got ready. Kankuro stepped in and slipped on one of the hundreds of marbles on the floor.

 

“Gaara?! What the hell?!” He windmilled for a full minute before grabbing a rope hanging from the ceiling. Bad idea. Several bucket of honey dumped their contents on him as he hit the floor. “What…is this honey? Why are you pouring honey on people?”

 

“Well, you know the girls from yesterday?”

 

“The ones Temari beat up?”

 

“Yeah, anyway the idea was while they were falling they would grab each others clothes and…the honey…uh…you wanted something?”

 

“The you have a meeting. Baki, Yura and all them want to talk to you.” Kankuro said standing up.

 

“Okay, I'll be going them.” Gaara said stepping over his brother.

 

“Hey, Gaara…” Kankuro began teasingly.

 

“One word and I'm putting sand in every orifice on your body.” Gaara said with a glare.

 

“Shutting up.”

 

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“Okay. You wanted to discuss something?” Gaara asked as he sat down. Several other men with political power in the village were sitting with him.

 

“Yes lord Kazekage.” Baki began. “As you know our relationship with our allied nations, particularly Konoha, has flourished. And their training methods have increased both quantity and quality of our genin.

 

“Yes. This years chunin exam ought to be very interesting.” Gaara said with a smile. “Konoha has been a great help to us. But I suppose we've been a good asset to them as well.”

 

“Which brings us around to our next point.” Yura said. “Jaraiya stopped by not long ago. He had news relating to the organization you fought in Konoha.”

 

“The Akatsuki.” Gaara said remembering his encounter with Sasori of the red sand, as well as the rougue ninja from Iwagakure, Deidara. “I'm guessing Naruto isn't the only one they're after?”

 

“Yes he believes that they are after you as well.” Yura said with a nod.

 

“Very well. Have we taken security measures?”

 

“Several of Konoha's Anbu have been stationed around the village and we've doubled the number of scout within the village.”

 

“Excellent. Anything else.” Gaara asked perfectly calm.

 

“No, but shouldn't we discuss the Akstsuki further?” Baki asked as his fromer student stood to leave.

 

“We know of four members all of whom you have been briefed on, yes?” They nodded. “They seem to work in pairs, right?” Another nod. “Then it is safe to assume that they will send Sasori. However as I'm sure you were about to remind me, Sasori is not the only rogue ninja from this village, so I want you to review all S-rank criminals from Suna. All of them. I don't care if they've been missing since the first Kazekage came into power. If someone doesn't have the corpse we can assume they could be alive. I want all their profiles on my desk by the end of the day. If anyone sees anything suspicious, I'm the first one to know. I'm the strongest in this village…and the most expendable.” Gaara held up his hand to stop any arguments of either point.

 

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Two men stood at the edge of Sunagakure. One large and apparently hunched. The other thin. Deidara smiled at his partner. “Does it give you a warm fuzzy feeling, being back in your village, hmm?”

 

“If you're waiting for me to laugh it's going to be awhile.” The hunched man said. “Shall we.”

 

“I'll take care of it Sasori.” Deidara said quickly, wanting the pleasure of facing the one tail alone.

 

“You think you can? You only brought one bag. Is that really enough to take down a Jinchuuriki?” Sasori asked incredulously.

 

“Trust me.” Deidara said as he formed a small statue of a bird. He threw it and with a poof it grew several times larger. He hopped on it's back and nodded at his partner. `Okay, Gaara. Let's see your art.' He flew over the village and saw several sentries on the rooftops. “Probably ought to do this quietly, nah.” He formed several small clay spiders from the mouths in his hands and tossed them down.

 

The chunin was standing with a pair of binoculars watching the ground for any intruders…problem? He felt something on his arm and turned to see a clay spider. “What the hell is the thing?!” Before he could react it latched onto his face.

 

“Thing? You wouldn't know art if it bit you on the face…cause it just did. My art is incendiary, explosive! MY ART IS A BLAST!!!” With those words and a hand sign that spider and several like it exploded.

 

“Mistake.” He heard a calm voice say from below him. The sculptor ninja barely had time to react as a huge arm of sand swung at him.

 

“How did you find me so fast?” Deidara asked with a grin.

 

“Never seen a flying chicken before.” Gaara said indicating the clay statue.

 

“It's not a chicken!” Deidara yelled, insulting his work was one of his buttons.

 

“Looks kinda ckickeny to me. Yeah there's a vague ambiance, a subtle nuance of chinkeness.” Gaara said surveying the before flinging more sand at Deidara who had the bird drop under it.

 

“IT IS NOT A FUCKING CHICKEN!!!!!”

 

Gaara put one hand on his hand and fanned his fingers to imitate…that red thing on a chickens head…yeah. “Bucawk.”

 

Deidara growled and shot several bird statues at Gaara. “Ha! Take that raccoon eyes!” Deidara laughed before the smoke cleared showing Gaara's sand had stopped the attack like it was nothing. Gaara shot more sand at the Akatsuki but he dodged and threw more statues these resemblimb swans with two pairs of wings. `These babies are a little faster.'

 

Gaara reacted quicker and called his sand. When the smoke had cleared he was completely encased in and orb of sand. “That was close.”

 

“Impressi…” Deidara froze when he saw everything get dark. Several Shukaku arms had encased him.

 

“Sabakuro! (sand prison)”

 

“Oh shit.” Deidara quickly flew out of a small gap abandoning his bird statue. As he fell he felt pressure on his arm.

 

“Sand Coffin!” Deidara screamed as his arm was crushed.

 

`Hmm?' Deidara threw out an owl statue that grew into a new form of transportation. He carefully studied Gaara's shield as he prepared to go on the offensive. `The sand in his gourd. He uses it for quick attacks and defense huh?' Deidara reached in his bag and pulled out an odd conical shaped object. “C3, Ohaku. Powerful enough to level this village! Let's see you mock me after this!” He threw the object into the air and it grew huge. “My art is…a blast!” Deidara laughed as he saw the explosion.

 

“You're fighting Sabaku no Gaara in a desert.” Gaara said in an almost teasing manner. The smoke cleared and Deidara gasped as he saw that Gaara had protected the village with an ocean of sand. “You're in my element, as long as I have sand I can do anything.”

 

“Except look right.”

 

“Huh?” Gaara turned and saw a small bird statue going for the hole in his shield. He quickly summoned the rest of his sand to protect him. “Phew.” He sighed.

 

“Sucker.”

 

Gaara looked up to see dozens of tiny insect-like statues were inside his shield. “Son of a bit…”

 

With a faint boom the sand fell from around Gaara. He fell limply to the ground. Only to be caught by Deidara's statue. “Well that was fun. Maybe I ought to bring more clay next time.”

 

“H-how…” Gaara said weakly.

 

“When you got my arm. I turned some of that sand of yours into my bombs. All I had to do was get you to get you to bring them in range.”

 

“So you sent a decoy…and when I blocked it…I drew them right to me…clever bastard…” Gaara fell silent at this point his strength was gone.

 

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Temari had seen the display and come running. She was going to kill whoever had postponed her reunion with Shikamaru. She made it into the village just in time to see Kankuro run past her.

 

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“Gaara!” Kankuro turned to pursue him but Baki gabbed his shoulder.

 

“It's too dangerous.” Baki said shaking his head. “The Akatsuki have him there's no way…”

 

“Get…your…fucking hand off of me!” Kankuro spun on the spot and knocked his former mentor unconscious before sprinting after his younger sibling.

 

“Kankuro? What's going on?” Temari asked turning to follow her brother.

 

“They got Gaara.”

 

“They?”

 

“The Akatsuki. That damn explosive expert from last time. I should have done something.”

 

“Gaara wouldn't have wanted you involved.” Temari patted her brother's shoulder. “They're not getting away.”

 

“Tell me something I don't know.”