Fma-naruto chapter 17 continued

A steady buzzing snore echoes throughout the hall of the Kazekage's tower when the sun nears it's peak. The gathering councilors look at one another, and most frown in severe displeasure. Gaara knows they all await news of the Five Great Countries' approval of the Allied Shinobi Forces to be announced, which is due to be delivered at noon through a rare broadcast, and the unexpected and embarrassing noise will surely be heard by the daimyo of Wind easily enough. It will also unfortunately broadcast along to the other daimyo as well, and such a sloven sound will definitely adversely affect Sand's future contracts, should the Alliance be successful in the impending World War.

He well knows the what it is like to be without sleep, and normally he would not wish to disturb anyone from their rest. He is the Kazekage, and since he has the village's future to consider.

Kankuro, like Temari, does not have to be present at official village proceedings. Gaara leans over to his brother, and whispers his instructions on the matter.

In moments, Kankuro shoves open the door to the guest room. The bang of the knob on the sandstone wall makes a few council members wince.The sudden noise, sharp as a kunai, has little effect on the sleeping guest within.

Through his sand eye, Gaara sees that the thick dictionary lies were it fell a few hours ago, draped over the boy's face. He sees all of the boy's thin limbs sprawl limply over edges of the mattress in complete relaxation.

Kankuro shakes his head at the sight, and raises his hands. Gaara sees the chakra strings form at his brother's fingertips, then stretch out like spider webs across the room, most latching onto the thick mattress. His brother then barely twitches his forefinger, which skillfully causes the mattress to violently jerk.

The boy is a blur of motion, leaping away onto his hands and back onto his feet. His hands are up in a matching defensive taijustu-like stance even as his back crashes into a bookshelf, the force of impact shattering glass of the picture frames placed there.

Gaara watches Kankuro creep up to the boy and tilt his head. In moments he waves his hand over the boy's face, but the boy doesn't react as one would normally expect: no jerk away from the movement, nor a slapping swipe to push the intruding hand away. Instead, Gaara sees the boy's mouth begin to move.

Gaara weaves his fingers together, willing his sand eye closer. Yes, the mouth moves, but the golden eyes are curtained by those long bangs. Kankuro spots his eye, raises a brow in understanding, and shrugs as he turns away. His job is done: the snoring has stopped.

Gaara moves the eye closer still, and sees for himself the boy's unfocused golden gaze.

Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....