Chapter 53.2- Gamer of the Desert

XXXXX GAARA OF THE DESERT

My blood was boiling. That was the best phrase I could find to describe the present situation as I stared at the four men in front of me. Danzo Shimura was ignored. He was a nonentity. All that mattered was that someway, somehow, the reanimated bodies of all four of my predecessors stood before me. In anger, I’d torn through the genjutsu that covered my eye from view, and I saw them with my vision tinted with blood. Danzo Shimura is a dead man. And also an impossible man because this should not have been possible. I had the crypts locked. There were round the clock guards. The Third Kazekage, maybe. His body had never been in our custody in the first place. But the rest. No. It shouldn’t have been possible. And the fact that it was, meant that something had gone very wrong in Suna.

“How?” I asked. He’d gloat and tell me how he did it. I knew he would. That was the one thing you could trust villains to do.

“How not. You think yourself so clever. So wise in all your tricks and precautions. But did you ever take a second to consider whether the one you trusted above all else was worthy of that trust? Gaara of the Desert. A monster in all but name. Did you really never wonder why a girl with no visible motivations for doing so would strike up such a fast friendship with you? Not once?” He asked. His tone was invariably smug.

“Mebuki” I said without even thinking. She was one of his. Of course she was.

“Oh. Is that the name she uses there? I know her as Operative-Desert 47.” It reeked of it. Self-satisfied smugness and arrogance.

“Find the caster of this jutsu and make them stop, along with your efforts to get the anbu and whatever else on your side. I’ve got this” I said to the three behind me.

“We don’t follow your orders” Jiraiya was quick to object, ever the idiot. The only working brain in their dysfunctional trio pulled on his arm and began to walk out of the Hokage building, Naruto by her side.

“Like I’d let you” Iron sand reached out to the retreating trio but made no progress as I slapped it aside with an even larger tendril of sand from my gourd.

“I am to be your opponent” I said, smiling at the four previous Kazekage for a second before turning to Danzo with a straight face.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Gaara. Run” Rasa was the one to speak this time while I spun out of the way of a series of wind bullets from the First Kazekage.

“For those who do not know me. I am Gaara of the Desert, your successor. Fifth Kazekage of Sunagakure. I will be returning you to rest” I said to them.

“Lord Fifth, this is a bold attempt and I do agree with Lord Fourth here. You are undoubtedly powerful, but to defeat all four of us? Preposterous” Shaman said, and I just smiled at him. He had no idea the forces at play here.

My eyes spun with force for a second before I looked at Danzo. “Kamui” I mentally said, snapping his head off of his body and sending it to the Kamui dimension. One improvement I’d noticed between my jutsu and kakashi’s was that I didn’t need to spend so much time gathering chakra in my sharingan to make use of the jutsu. The Blessed Seal of Theotita did all that for me.

“Now that the interloper is gone, let us dance.” I said to the four of them, and we moved as one.

I took pleasure in crashing through the tower with my sand as all four of them chased me down the building. Fighting them in an enclosed space would have been too stupid to countenance. When I reached the bottom floor, I came to a sudden stop and noted that the First Kazekage was the closest to me, being the fastest of the lot. I sent a wave of sand at him that he crashed through. He made a pushing motion at me, and I blocked the invisible blast of wind with a compact sand shield.

The Sharingan revealed the tricks of his jutsu to me in moments and I nodded as I ran right at him before the others could interfere. He was more than happy to engage me in taijutsu, punching at my face, and hitting nothing but air but being forced to move out of the way of my own retaliatory swipe with my blade.

Dark Sister hissed through the air as she came close to cutting through his wind armour. His eyes flashed as I set her on fire and made to stab him through the head. A wall of iron sand blocked my attack before it could land and I smiled before amping my chakra output and rendering the magnetic material inert.

I was forced to cross my hands to block a kick that still sent me flying right out of the building. Rasa tried to encase my flying form with golden dust but I ripped through it with my own sand.

The second Kazekage ran right at me, and I made a simple choice. He was the biggest danger, so I took him out of the equation. “Kamui” I intoned. It was difficult to lock on to his moving form, but his slower speed made it easier than it would have been with the others. To seal off an edo tensei creation in the dimension, It wouldn’t be enough to take just half their body.

I ignored the fist that punched through my chest or iron weapons that stabbed me into the ground, not moving until the Second was completely sucked into the Kamui dimension. The other three rushed at me, but I screamed in exertion, and enjoyed watching them fly away from the shockwave caused by the red chakra around me. A full Bijou transformation. I felt Shukaku’s crushed mind interact with mine for a second before I more throughly pushed him into the backseat.

Unlike the last time the “Ichibi” graced Konoha, the sand came from within me and not the outside. Sand with black markings that resembled seals as I transformed into the One Tailed Demon Raccoon with a roar.

A/N; Twists, and twists, and twists. √√√≈çåß∂ƒ©˙∆˚¬πøˆ¨¥®´∑œ