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[Open] After a thorough trouncing courtesy of Uchiha Madara...

He could not recall having ever been in so much pain in his life; even the extraction of Shukaku, while agonizing on every level, had eventually faded when his mind simply refused to process the pain any longer. That had felt like every single one of his nerves was on fire, chakra pathways alight and slowly being shredded to pieces as the ichibi was taken from him and he was left to die - which he had, though he'd eventually gotten better.

This was so much worse, because he was aware of every ounce of blood that seeped out of the gaping hole in his chest, the multiple lacerations, the way he was fairly certain those white things puncturing his chest were his ribs. Madara had toyed with him - with all five kage - before finally deciding to end the game. He was dying, he knew that - but he did wish he had been allowed to at least see his siblings one last time.

Tsunade-hime had tried to heal the other kage, and it had worked to some extent - he'd seen the Raikage shift and open his eyes, watched Mei-dono slowly roll over, saw the stubborn old Tsuchikage draw in a hacking, life-giving breath. But when the soothing chakra had reached for him, there had been something like an odd barrier, a vague sort of increase in pressure, and then darkness.

Which led to this point - a semi-conscious redhead lying on the outskirts of this strange village, the ground under him practically drinking that blood.

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He was out in the village for once, headed back from a practice session outside to get a little air, just Taijutsu today, and he was abruptly grateful for that as he saw the bloody figure on the ground, sprinting the last several steps and dropping to his knees o see if he was even still alive, already feeding chakra into him.

He didn't even know he wasn't alone for the longest time; pain addled his mind, and honestly - he thought he was dead regardless. It wasn't until the soothing brush of chakra eased through him that he realized, no, he wasn't alone, and for whatever reason it seemed like he might not be about to die. Not yet.

It was a struggle to open his eyes, though, and when he did all he got was a vague impression of pink. It was such an uncommon shade that he immediately decided it belonged to a certain prodigy of Tsunade-hime, though why she was here he didn't know. It did explain why the chakra that touched him was mostly familiar, though. ...he couldn't tell that she wasn't a 'she' yet, okay.

he worked carefully, taking care of the most threatening things first, and bythe time he got him up to what he'd consider 'stable', which for most medics would have been an impossible level of recovery so quickly, he was almost ready to pass out himself.

...don't pass out, Sakura-who-is-not-Sakura. Stable means Gaara isn't dying, but he's nowhere near ready to walk. Or even really sit up.

Still, his breathing was easier and the pain had faded to something that...well, it wasn't exactly bearable, but no longer was he in quite the state of agony. The Kazekage opened his eyes again, vision a little clearer, and looked to the medic. Pink hair confirmed his earlier suspicion but...

Haruno-san didn't have much of a bust to begin with, but there was no mistaking this person for a woman. So his first statement in this place was, understandably, "...what."

He blinked at him hazily and gave him a slightly woozy smile. "Oh good. You're awake Gaara-san. I'll get the rest... after a nap..."

Those green eyes with that pink hair really did scream Sakura to him, and even though his chakra was low he could still sense the other's. It was definitely Haruno Sakura. So why did she look like a boy?

Alarm swept through the redhead at that statement, though. "-ah, are you all right?" Pardon the fact that he can't do more than a whisper, and having just tried to move and found that it hurt like a bitch, pardon that he's not sitting up.

"M'okay, just... gimme a minute." He swayed a little, gave him a reassuring smile.. then just tipped over.

She'd walked from her house, hoping to find other, less aged toys, for the four year old version of Gaara she'd left with Shikamaru and Naruto-kun. So, when she'd seen the familiar mop of red hair she froze. And then all of the blood.

"Gaara!" Temari screamed, running over to her brother before she'd stopped to think, trying to patch him up with her chakra the way that Sakumo-kun had showed her. "Please, don't die. Please."

She was frantically trying to at least get the bleeding to stop so she could find help or carry him to one of the actual healers in the village. "Goddammit!"

That voice... He knew that voice. Even when he'd been a genin, still so angry and bitter and more likely to threaten her than look at her, he'd known his sister's voice. But that couldn't be; she was meant to be elsewhere on the battlefield, wasn't she? He couldn't...quite remember. As her brother, he was happy she was here - happy to not die alone. But as her Kazekage, and her Commander-in-Chief, he was upset that she had left her place on the field.

Then soothing, healing chakra washed through him and suddenly he was unsure. Even through his addled thoughts, he knew that his sister was not an iryou-nin. But the chakra that swept through him was familiar; he knew his sister's chakra. So even though it was a tremendous effort to open his eyes, he did so, if only a tiny little sliver. No, there really was no mistaking that hairstyle. "...Temari," he mumbled softly, barely above a whisper.

She let out a choked sob as a sliver of green appeared through his eyelids and forced more of her chakra out through her hands and into his body. "Gaara... don't die on me again. I'll kill you myself if you do. Do you hear me?"

...she was crying, or close to it. He had never wanted to make his precious people cry again. He wanted to reach up, touch her cheek, be the strong brother and tell her it would be all right. But he was too weak to move, and he closed his eyes again.

Despite that, the tiniest of smiles touched his lips at her statement. It was so undeniably something his sister would say; if this was a hallucination, brought on before death, it was an accurate one. The pain did not fade, but slowly the blood flow was slowing. The wound in his chest had missed both heart and lungs; he suspected it had been done on purpose, for a slow and agonizing death.

But, hallucination or not, his sister was here, and he was...all right with that.

The blood had stop pouring out of him at an alarming rate and she spared a moment to see the soft smile on the corners of his lips. She'd remembered him looking like that a little bit when he looked at her and Kankurou for a while.

However, she was back to work, pulling out her tessen and making it lie out flat. It would work as a stretcher, until she could get him to one of the healers in the village. But, the gaping wound in his midsection was still alarming. The fact that she could see his internal organs was....horrifying.

Without thinking, she ripped off her jacket, using a kunai to shred it into the right size to be bandaging before she set to trying to make sure he was okay.

She'd cry later, when Gaara was safe and Shikamaru was there to make sure no one else saw her that weak. "C'mon, Gaara.... Nee-san's gotta move you. Stay with me, okay?"

It had taken him...so long, to truly appreciate his siblings. They had disregarded him as a child, apparently on their father's orders, and in turn he had despised them. Until he was twelve, 'competing' in the chuunin exams, and had been thoroughly beaten by a blonde bundle of sunshine and kindness.

Even after he'd decided to make the change, it had been difficult to see his siblings as family. But they'd managed, and sometimes... Sometimes he just watched them with that gentle little smile, amazed at how he, of all people, had such amazing siblings. They supported him almost without question and that... That was nice.

He clung to consciousness now, afraid that drifting would send him permanently to sleep, and though the pain was still horrendous, he could feel the touch of his sister's callused fingers as a makeshift bandage tightened around him.

He opened his eyes a little again, to let her know he was still here, but he wasn't looking forward to being moved.

She could tell he was in pain. It was fucking obvious, but she couldn't do anything about it without medicine, which she didn't keep on her. God, it was like with Kankurou all over again. She bit her tongue to stop the tears of rage. They wouldn't do a damn thing right now.

As carefully as she could, she slid her tessen under him and summoned the wind currents nearby to direct him towards Sakura's clinic since she was closer than Sakumo. "Fuck," she swore under her breath. "I swear, one of these days I'm not going to need that pink-haired girl's help."

Painkillers would be such a blessing right now, though he couldn't swallow them since he was sort of... Well, there was a hole punched through him. It was lucky he was a shinobi with the vast chakra reserves of a former jinchuuriki or he'd probably be dead already. So for now, he just had to deal with it - at least he was still alive. Unless it really was a hallucination, but he was hoping it wasn't.

He still hissed at the movement, but it was the only sound he made as his sister settled him on the huge fan. It was definitely better than be carried any other way, and the wind currents would be steadier than hands. Her voice was so far away, but he still vaguely understood what she meant; pink hair could only mean Haruno, which implied that Temari was taking him to see a medic. Which didn't make a lot of sense, since Haruno was with the short-range division, but...

Time to stop questioning things and just go the fuck to sleep.

She saw him close his eyes and nearly screeched. "NO! Stay awake, Gaara! God damn you, stay the fuck awake~!" She was swearing like a sailor in her panic. "I swear to yo if you die, I will haunt you for forever. I will bring Kankurou along with me and you will have the WORST afterlife, Gaara." She moved fast through the village, her tessen floating beside her steadily until she reached Sakura's clinic.

"SAKURA!" She yelled, pounding on the door. "HELP!"

She yanked the door open, which wasn't locked, and blinked. "What's wrong?"

Temari grabbed the younger girl's arm and dragged her back towards where she'd left Gaara. "You have to come with me, now. Gaara's just appeared with his chest generally exploded. I could only stop the bleeding a little, but I'm shit at medical nin, so you HAVE to come with me. We're too far for Sakumo-kun!"

"Er, right. Less dragging more leading." She shook her off, keeping up under her own power.

Temari didn't even care that the pink-haired girl had shaken her off. She had to get back to Gaara. Right. Now.

She led her to the scene of Gaara lying on top of her tessen, his chest wrapped as best she could and Sakumo passed out next to him. "He wasn't here when I left Gaara," she said stupidly before she went to pick up one of her brother's hands and check his vitals.

"Hey, Gaara, I'm back with Sakura," she said softly near his ears. "You need to wake up, okay?"

It was a good thing that Gaara was well-used to hiding his emotions, and also that he didn't startle or panic easily, because having the medic-nin pass out next to him wasn't exactly a good thing. The redheaded Kazekage sighed, but immediately regretted it, and kept still.

Honestly, what was he going to do in this case? Temari had gone to find help, presumably, and he didn't even have his sand; his chakra was too low to maintain the gourd shape, and whatever had happened had separated him from his weapon. With nothing to hold his attention, his slipped into a doze.

It wasn't until fingers slid around his wrist that his eyelashes fluttered and, slowly, lifted. He stared uncomprehendingly at his sister for a long moment; with her closer, he could tell that it was indeed Temari. "...why are...you here...?" he asked, unaware of the second pink-haired medic on the scene.

"...Sakumo, way to fail." She sighed, nudged him to a more comfortable position, and settled in to take up where her counterpart had left off. "I'll make sure mr. Overdoes it gets home. Looks like he got Gaara so I can get him up to being able to walk around without too much pain though."

"Thank you, Sakura," Temari said as she turned her attention back to her brother, ignoring the other medic for right now. She'd tease him about it when she went for her next lesson.

"Where else would I be when you're injured like this, Gaara? You can't possibly think that I wouldn't want to help you."

He blinked, only just made aware of Haruno's presence because of his sister's words. He stared at Sakura, then the unconscious pink-haired boy. Already his mind was turning over possibilities, but it was hard to think because he was tired. The wounds would heal, but he'd be weak until his body rebuilt chakra and his blood replenished.

Instead, his attention went back to Temari. "...you were meant to be nearly a day's journey away, with the forces that had gone to support Naruto..." His brow furrowed, but some of the lines around his mouth and eyes - strained due to the pain - were starting to ease as Sakura worked.

"She's not from our point in time Gaara." She spoke up as he trailed off. "She's from months before us. She wouldn't know what you're talking about." She was careful to keep mending, smoothing out the damage to just aches and pains.

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Argh. Wrong Gaara. -.-

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OHGOD THAT ICON. /melts

Ikr?

OMGYES

OMG! STOP DYING!

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