The low relief in the metal forms a highly detailed snake which winds its hypnotic way around, beginning from where the metal connects with wood, and on up. At some point it flares grandly outwards into a pair of outstretched bat wings that guard either side of the blade's base.
If it were not for the tested might of his sand armor, Gaara may have been concerned at the sight of such a spear pointed directly at his chest.
As it is, he raises a nonexistent brow at the messy gray glop that replaced his sand upon the floor. What kind of substitution technique.. No. This one has no chakra flowing to do such things. What could he have possibly..
"FLIEND?!" Roars the boy expertly holding the summoned weapon, the one who calls himself "Ed". Though the word is mispronouced badly, Gaara narrows his eyes and listens.
Gaara watches one corner of the pale mouth pull upward, and hears the boy snicker. The bitter sound bubbles into loud noxious laughter that threatens to bend the pale tattooed form over in two.
"Fliend." Is said again, mockingly, and is followed by a harsh phrase with rough constants. Gaara's nonexistent brows nearly meet, and he frowns.
The spear becomes a blur. Gaara jerks his head back in an instinctive flinch. The sudden movement stops and he eyes the ornate blade hovering a mere inch before his nose. He muses that had the tailed beast, Shukaku, resided within him still, the consequences of such an action would surely have been disastrous. For the hospital and all within, that is, but never himself.
A glaring flaw in the perfection of the weapon draws his eyes forward. A short length of chain barely hangs upon the cunning tip, and Gaara follows the length coolly back to the transformed bed rail of the once-bed containing one of the village's med-nins.
He finds it strange, but for some reason, she still lives.
He sees three more such chains, unsurprisingly, at each of the morphed corners, and slides his eyes back as the pointy metal bit makes a slight grating sound. The ten inch blade slowly withdraws from his face as the boy sniffs derisively, pale face a stony mask.
He watches as Ed shifts his feet into a powerful looking stance suitable for such a weapon. The false left leg makes a whirring sort of noise as it settles solidly beneath his slight form, and molten gold eyes hold Gaara's gaze as he lowers his head below his scarred and tattooed shoulders.
Gaara sweeps his gaze over the sweat drenched brow, noting the slight trembling of muscles, but knows well that the shivers he views before him are certainly not from fear. Ed's high fever had broken just that morning, and without a proper chakra flow, logically, the boy's muscles should be completely overtaxed. He watches Ed's chin juts out in a stubborn, determined line, and a firm glint of distrust flares within his golden hued gaze.
He can barely stand. Does he really think he can fight his way out? Gaara thinks. Such a foolhardy move reminds me.. Of "him".
"You may go, friend." Gaara tries again with an open sweeping hand towards the open door. He darts his eyes behind him to the hunter nin, and counts far too many bodies. "Let him out. Do not bother him, for as of this moment onwards, he is an honored guest of the village."
"Kazekage..! I advise against this! Tracking this golden one with chakra sensor nin will be useless.. He's like a ghost to them." Red demon says.
"I said let him go. Do not pursue him."
"Akatsuki is the priority now. Continue on with your surveillance of the slavers area's activities." Temari says down the hall.
Gaara nods slightly to show his approval and silently thanks his quick witted older sister for ending a pointless argument before it begins. He is aware of certain aspects of this boy, and needs not to be reminded.
"Hai!" The hunter nin say as one. A puff of smoke later, the only person remaining in that end of the hall is the Honored Sibling.
Gaara looks to the ancient fellow, before facing the blond once more. With a frown, he drops his hands to either side, dips into a slight bow, and backs carefully out of the room with exaggerated care. Fierce golden eyes watch him the entire way behind the pathetic threat of a single spear.
"You see now. He doesn't understand a word." Gaara says in a low voice as he settles by the Elder near the wall. He has full view of Ed's cautious creep forward. The boy moves with practiced ease, one foot smoothly crossing over the other.
"It proves very little. He may simply lack the honor to trust the word of the Kazekage." Ebizu replies. Gaara blinks at the aged one's point. He finds it a good one.
Ed hesitates at the door jam, and leans the back of his head against the solid wood. He darts his eyes about the corner and his gaze again lingers a bit too long on Temari down the hall. After a breath, he quickly shifts himself around to bare his weapon at them all.
Gaara is well aware that his older sister does not tell him everything. He folds his arms, an action which he regrets as the spear shifts his way. He remains motionless and stares back at the golden orbs.
After a few heartbeats, Ed darts his eyes about once more and creeps slowly along. Backwards. Gaara wonders at the boy's strategy. It's as if he wants to have the thick sandstone wall nearby, or guarding his back.
Very un-nin like.
Clad in only some skimpy white shorts and ill fitting stolen sandals, the boy called Ed eyes Ebizu suspiciously before he finally backs his way out of sight and down the stairwell.
The ancient nin takes in a wheeze of a breath and turns.
"Tell me why." Ebizu says with lowered brows. "Why let a possible weapon, and a possible threat to the village, go? Are we not at war?!"
"He had ample opportunity, but didn't kill." Gaara replies evenly, and looks as Temari steps up with folded arms. A small sand orb, no wider than his the first knuckle of his index finger, floats down from the ceiling of the boy's hospital room.
"He's a weakling." Temari narrows her eyes at stairwell door. "Are you going to pursue him?"
"I'm watching him for the moment.." Gaara says and lifts his palm to retrieve his sand "eyeball". "Strange. He looked at you like he knew you."
"I noticed." Temari tilts her head at the door. "So. The Akatsuki. Wonder if there's a connection."
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
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