Disappointed

((ooc: He doesn't need to, he's done. And the only good thing that would come out of dressing up as Gaara in drag, is that I may possibly be the only one who is. But it would be awkward, not only that I would be in a skirt or something, but also because I'd be with Naruto characters that are dressed as the actual character, and I'd be Gaara. In drag.))

"Naruto.." He stared at his hand, letting himself be dragged through the dirt. He turned his head slightly, staring at his blond haired friend. He looked slightly confused as to what was going on. All he did know was that he lost control of himself, he didn't know what had happened during that time. "What are you doing.."

ooc: At anime North there was a Gaara of the funk. X3 But the only way it'd be cool to dress as Gaara in drag is if you had something really flamboyant and out-there or else it wouldn' be as awesome.

Naruto stopped immidiatly and turned only his head back to Gaara, not letting go of Gaara's leg. He understood instantly what happened. "I really hate you, you know that?" Then he knelt down, looking at Gaara and grinning. "And all I'm doing is letting you smell the beautiful earth of Konoha since all you ever get is your stupid sand."

((ooc: I think I might be good for being the ninja Gaara, but I'll keep my eyes open for something flamboyant))

"..." He frowned, noticing and also smelling the blood from Naruto, remembering that it was also on his hand. "Did I.. did.. you..?"

ooc: Alright. But remember, if you can't pay to get in I'll pay for you, kay?

Naruto grabbed the collar of Gaara's shirt and pulled him off the ground, looking down at his bleeding hand wrapped underneath his sweater. "It's nothing much. Just a few scratches here and there. I better go clean it up soon, though." He stopped himself fom wincing and smiled whole-heartedly.

Orochimaru kept his distance. It wasn't too difficult to spy on these kids.
((BOO!))

((ooc: Don't worry, I can pay. And if I can't I'm not going. And wrong topic Oro..?))

He slowly reached for Naruto's arm, gently pulling his hand out of his sweater. He wouldn't let Naruto keep it there even if he tried, because he wanted to see what he did. When he seen the blonde's hand, it was more than a few scratches here and there. His expression changed to one he wasn't sure of. "It must hurt.. doesn't it.."

((Whoops! Err...SMOKE BOMB!! *coug cough cough, sputter* Wait...I was supposed to run, right?))

ooc: lmao.. oh my.. that made me laugh a lot... If Naruto ever sees Orochimaru he gets to write a big FAIL on his forhead. And if for some reason your money is stolen I will force you into coming anyway. I won't have as much fun if Eric AND you aren't there and since it's Sarah's first con I'm sure she'd like it much better if you were there. So even if a meteor explodes your piggy bank, you're still coming.

Naruto raised his workable hand with his index and thumb an inch away from giving an 'a-ok' sign. "Only a teensy bit. Not enough to get all worked up about." He was still grinning. "I can even move it." Suddenly his expression turned into one of intense focus as he willed his hand to move.

His pinky wiggled.

And his smile was back up. "See? It's right as rain! A few bandages and I'm set to go!" He tried not to stare at his crimson drenched hand which he had kept in his jacket partially for Gaara's feelings and partially to stop the bleeding and now it was feeling a bit numb.

((ooc: Lmao good job Orochimaru. And I will not, I refuse..-! Okay..))

He shook his head slowly, pulling off his white scarf like random sash thing, and wrapped part of it around Naruto's hand, up to his elbow. He wrapped the rest of it around Naruto's shoulder, turning it into one of those things that people put their broken arms in.

"I'm sorry, Naruto.."

ooc: Yeah right. -.- And by the way, it's called a sling. X3

Naruto watched intently as the white of the cloth was quickly being stained a bright red. "Aw, it's ok, ninja have to be prepared for this kind of thing. It's just like training." He took a step towards the village. "I'm just wondering if you're alright. Sasuke was being pretty mean but are you really sensitive or something?" He gave a cheeky grin and motioned for Gaara to follow him down the path.

((ooc: Leave me alone, my brain is disfunctional, plus I smashed it off of Nikki's wall and the wall broke >_> And yeah that's right, I probably won't))

"No.. I.. just.. I'm not sensitive at all." He said, following Naruto. "But why wonder about me when you're the one who's hurt.. and I'm the one who hurt you.."

Naruto faced forward and kept walking. "Yeah, right, Mr. Softy. I thought you were close to tears." He put his right hand in his pocket. "And I told you it doesn't matter. My hand only hurts a tiny bit now, I can't even feel it. When I get home I'll put something on it to make it all better. Considering that, I just wanted to know why you took Sasuke so seriously. Maybe you have a real pudgy heart, heheh."

"No. I don't. And I wasn't. And you only can't feel it because it's probably numb, you fool." He growled, his hostility coming back to him. "I didn't take your whiny friend seriously, that's not the case at all."

He laughed a bit. "Alright, fine. Let's see, I suppose now I should be asking why, if you were not hurt, did you have to revolt to things such as being mean to my hand?"

ooc: Oh my fucking God, I don't know if you're still on but it took me forever to reply back to your pm and as I was about to send it I accidently clicked 'back' and it all got deleted..

"Things like that happen with me.. it's surprising how I could have gone for so long.." He shook his head slightly, then grumbled something inaudible. "Besides, I probably hurt you because you were the closest thing near me.. or something like that.."

((ooc: I hate it when that happens, it happens to me when I'm going to go press spell check, and then I press refresh instead and lose everything I wrote lmao))

He waved his hand at him. "For fucks sake, I knew that! And I don't give two shits why you got my hand, I'm just wondering if you were a little angry or something. Thinking about something bad?"

ooc: Yeah well, I might be a little late responding back to a new post cuz I have to write that all over again. Maybe I'll cut out the part about stomachs being ripped open, it might make you sick, teehee...

"It's none of your concern." He crossed his arms, turning his head. "Just worry about your hand."

((ooc: Not really, I don't care much. I'm in a mood where things like that would probably make me laugh.))

"Hey, you're the one who gave me it, it's all of my concern." He shook his head around, as if refusing to think at all. "And I don't feel like worrying about my hand, I feel like worrying about you. It's my birthday, my birthday wish."

ooc: Yeah, well, it's already done. It's not as long as the other one cuz I forgot stuff. X3 Sorry, but don't worry, it was just filler stuff that didn't really matter. And Naruto's really milking this whole birthday thing, teehee

"Do as you wish, then." He sighed, keeping his eyes away from Naruto.

((ooc: Oh well. Don't apologize lmao.. yes, yes he is, isn't he?))

"You asshole!! That means I want an answer!!" He barked and moving his arm to hit Gaara but it was the wrong arm and pain shot up his hand. The blood that had slightly slowed started flowing quicker and he yelped once before grimacing at Gaara. "I really hate you, you know that?"

"..." He frowned, stopping and staring at the ground. He lowered his head, keeping his eyes away from Naruto's. 'Just leave him, boy. You're better off without the trouble, and your new 'restraints' are killing me! Then die..'

Naruto blinked and turned, slapping Gaara on the back. "Hey-hey! It was a joke, ol' feller, lighten up! You know I'll love ya forever! Nothing to worry about! You know not to take me so seriously!" The sudden surge of guilt made itself known by nestling itself in the form of a lump inside Naruto's throat. He tried to swallow it but it was too fat and refused to move.

"...No.." He shook his head slightly, turning around and beginning to walk away. "You'll be better off without me there, just go fix your hand."

Naruto followed behind like he was tied to a leash and too tired to run up in front just to be pulled back at the throat again. "'There'? Where's 'there'? My house? Yeah, that was a lie. I got nothing at my house on the side of medical stuff. Maybe a band-aid or two and a little hold-tegether tape but this wound isn't good enough for just a band-aid and not bad enough for hold-together tape. I don't have enough tape to waste on this," he gestured to his hand, "And even if I did, I would still need dissinfectant and creams and liquidy stuff they put on Choji when he got mauled by a dog in a tree and then fell out of it. Don't ask me why the dog was up there, it's a long story and the whole academy was watching as little chubby climbed up the..." He trailed off, realizing he was starting to get into matters of little relevence.

"Then go to a medic ninja and get them to help, I won't do you any good." He kept walking, not looking back once. "They will have what you need."