Chapter 58.2- Gamer of the Desert

So of course he had to visit her in their prisons. He walked in to find the place just as he had expected it to be. Not every aspect of Sunagakure’s operations had seen his attention or influence. He could admit with some form of shame that he had a tendency to focus on the exterior much more than the interior, but that was a feature and not a bug for the most part. The only problem was that he was finding the holding cells to be one of the last remaining echoes of Rasa’s era as Kazekage. He would have to get to it sooner or later. Probavbly after he came up with a strategy for dealing with Kabuto, and had this conversation with Mebuki. He also had requests from his Grandfather he had to see to to keep the water coming in and a few things to deal with to make sure the village was back to running at full capacity, but the Prisons would get his attention eventually. All traces of Rasa would be extinguished from his village. It was a vow.

“Open the door” He ordered the Chunin guard that had followed him to this particular cell.

“The prisoner is very aggressive, Sir” The Chunin said.

Gaara just tilted his head at the man, giving him a very unimpressed look. Now that he had his full attention on the man, he could see a line of scratch marks that ran from his collarbone downwards, mostly hidden by his shirt. Interesting. The man stumbled over himself as he moved to open the door. He seemed to have forgotten just who he was speaking to. If every single prisoner and guard in this facility came at him at the same time, they’d still fail to land so much as a scratch on his person. So the insinuation that he somehow had something to fear from a single prisoner was ridiculous.

When the door was opened, he walked in smoothly- not allowing any of the hesitance he felt show in his movements. He was Gaara of the Desert, Fifth Kazekage of Sunagakure. He was indomitable, invulnerable, and inevitable. Right foot, Left foot. Gods, had he ever really had to think so much about moving before. He caught sight of her the moment he walked into the cell proper and felt a flash of rage overcome him. His sand moved to his will before he even made any conscious thoughts. It picked up the Chunin guard and slammed him against the cell wall before holding him there.

“What is this?” He demanded, never taking his eyes off of Mebuki’s form. She looked terrible. Bruised all over, and bleeding from at least two open wounds.

“Nothing, Sir”

His sand squeezed. He could hear the man’s bones begin to squeak.

“No no. Just roughed her up a bit, Sir. Me and a few of the boys. It’s standard practice for traitors, Sir.”

“And I assume that is how you got the scar on your neck.” Still staring at her, not able to take my eyes off of her form.

“Yes sir. She’s a bit of a feisty one, Sir.”

“How many of you raped her?”

“Raped, sir? Nothing like that Sir. Just punishing the traitor you see” I saw red at those words.

“Names. Give me names. Now” I demanded.

No response. I turned around, feeling a strange sensation on my sand, and found that the man I’d been speaking to had been reduced to nothing more than paste in the wall. Well, that was new. I stared at my stat screen for a second, noting that thew Gamer’s Tag toggle was stitched to ‘Off’. Just as it had been since I’d tamed Shukaku. This was one of the first times I was getting comprehensive proof that my ninjutsu and such and such was a bit affected by the switch. Well, that and my nonsensical decision to gloat to Pain instead of killing him when I could have ended things then and there. Only the fact that both Rinnegan eyes remained in my custody kept me from beating myself up about the foolishness.

“What have they done yo you, my friend?” I asked, leaning down next to her and placing a hand on her body. The diagnostic came easy to me. From there, I began to work. Using chakra to heal everything which could be healed by chakra, which in her case was most of the damage. I’d kill every single other person who had laid a finger on her.

As I healed her body, I began to notice the signs that Mebuki truly had never been who she’d said she was. The seal on her tongue was the first to appear to my senses, and I took great pleasure in tearing Danzo’s inferior cursed seal apart before having a brief debate on whether I should replace the seal with one of my own. In the end, I decided to make the cursed seal of Honesty a temporary one rather than a permanent feature.

In the course of healing her, I also disabled a large amount of dead man switches and kill switches around her body. There was even a kill switch that had been placed on her that would have killed her if she ever allowed anyone to notice the seals around her. Danzo had really covered his bases here. The work was so good that I was actually beginning to feel more impressed than angered at the actions. He was an inferior sealing practitioner by every metric. His seals took me minutes at the very most. But there were so many of them that it still ended up being the work off hours. Much of that was spent trying to figure out which seal tied everything together and contained the matrixes that enabled all the seals to work in harmony together. It had part of every seal in her, so hopefully disabling it had meant that I could have stopped there, but my inner perfectionist would not be satisfied with mere deactivation of the seals. I had to destroy whatever legacy Danzo had within my four walls.

“Gaara?” Mebuki asked, jolting away and pushing off of the bed to drag her body away from me.

A/N; Here ya go.