𝑅𝑒𝒹. - 𝒢𝒶𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝓍 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

40. Shadows of Redemption: A final decision

So... let's pretend this chapter isn't late af😍, don't blame me guys I'm trying over here😓😓😓 Compensation is that this chapter is longer than the latest ones😀

TW: blood, Gay jealousy paired with Adrien-level obliviousness😣😣

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You guys were interrupted by some blue-haired cunty twink who Kankuro opted to take care of, which thank god because your eyes were going to strain if you saw any more of his neon ah colour scheme.

Going ahead, you and Gaara were interrupted again by one of the two men, This one was a middle-aged man with long brown hair who seemed to look suspiciously alike to Jason Momoa, but if he was a crack addict. He didn't hesitate to raise his pole and face Gaara.

"Gaara, Fight me"

Thinking back on the past two fights, you pondered if you should tell him to go ahead. But that was short-lived because Gaara accepted the request and before you could even offer something else you felt sand encase on your wrist, making you frown at Gaara who didn't bother looking at you.

Sighing, you only got into a fighting stance, ignoring how the sand squeezed tighter. You weren't some princess who was only some decoration for the battlefield. Even if this guy was easily within Gaara's capabilities, you felt something was off with this caveman dweller-looking ah man.

As the guy swung his extremely ugly weapon at him, Gaara didn't even blink before blocking it and wrapping the guy in a sand coffin. Watching the sand enclose the burly man, You couldn't help but grin, turning around to congratulate Gaara on returning to normal.

But as quite literally every single other time, You were interrupted by the sand around the man collapsing to the ground. Both you and Gaara paused, eyes widening. You reached back and began to draw the Katana you'd brought along, narrowing as his trick being revealed did nothing to help the situation.

"You, the sand's chakra..."

"Exactly. This armour sucks up chakra"

Glaring, you turned to Gaara as you pointed your blade at the man.

"Gaara, I'll go head first. You know what to do, so don't let our earlier little fight get in the way of how in sync we are, go that?"

Looking at you out of the corner of his eyes, his fingers twitched from where his arms were crossed. Nonetheless, he nodded once before the man spun his weapon again. You scoffed 'sensitive princess' before rushing straight forward, narrowly dodging the man's spiked chain ball and skirting around him, throwing shuriken at him from behind which though he dodged still grazed his cheek and cut off a lock of his weirdly luscious hair.

Instantly narrowing his eyes at you, he swung his chain ball in your direction, which you pushed to the side with your sword and kicked into the ground, using it as leverage to leap at him. Yet again he dodged and you only managed to graze his neck. But making someone bleed was making someone bleed.

Quickly flipping back to Gaara's side, you grinned at the man as you traced the blood on the edges of the weapon, cooing softly as you admired the sticky liquid. The man's eyes seemed to widen slightly, which to be fair, it's not every day you meet someone as deranged as yourself. But of course, Gaara didn't even bat an eye, too used to your behaviour.

Wielding his chain ball once more he threw it at Gaara, his attack was now blocked by the sand once more. As he mocked him for more or less handing over his Chakra on a silver platter, Gaara rose the two of you up on a huge sand pillar while spinning around the guy like he was practising for the hammer throw.

You couldn't help but look up from the blood and laugh as you saw the fully grown man being absolutely violated by a 13-year-old with no eyebrows.

Him getting yeeted almost made you tear up.