Chapter 32
Irrational, all-consuming fury fills him at the sight of her on the rusty hospital bed, her face pale and drawn, the angry seal that spells out property of the Sand in neat, cursive kanji reddened by hours of careful sealing and bonding to him.
To the village, is what they do not tell him, she is bonded to the earth beneath Suna, the sky over them, the heat that simmers in the air—
The circle is small, the kanji nearly undetectable to the untrained eye, making up a pretty sphere that looks like the roots of a braided tree.
It is tiny and yet, so powerful.
It keeps her his.
“Why is she like this?” He spits out, his rage incensed as he watches her unconscious form crease in displeasure.
The medics cower behind him and he thinks of it for a moment—ripping them apart, watching their shreds fall to the floor, the muscle and bloodied bone fall to the floor in a beautiful masterpiece—but the girl’s moans bring him back to reality.
He shakes his head.
“G-Gaara-s-sama, the girl is sealed to an unstable chakra. The force on her own bodily systems is jarring—give her time. She will recover.”
“How long.” He growls out. This was not the plan he wanted. She was supposed to be his. The power, the rage, the anger was his now. They could not keep it chained and locked away for long.
He would come for her if they did.
“A—A week.” One of the medics squeaked. “Two at most.”
He pins them with a cold stare full of rage and brutal promise before disappearing in a cloud of sand.