A_Facility | Gaara of the Desert

[fifth-kazekage.livejournal.com]

[Have a foreign redhead invading your world, Ninja High!]

…?

[Even though Gaara doesn’t sleep, the Doctors always find some way to steal his consciousness for a few minutes, right before an F3 transfer. He wanders around the unfamiliar setting, assuming that this is yet another experiment. With full access to his abilities, he wonders who or what he will need to use them against, this time.

A couple of factors seem odd to him: he is currently donning his white Kazekage robes, and the absence of the Doctors’ collar around his neck. His expression is scrunched up in a bit of a scowl, as he realizes his gourd isn’t with him.

So he approaches the closest space of dirt that he can find, and starts grinding up all the minerals in the earth to create new sand to carry.]

Comments

This is going to be very confusing.

[inkdicks.livejournal.com]

[It has been a couple of days since the school party and seeing as they had no classes until today, Sai has been at home the entire time. He is in a better mood today, he had been pretty annoyed that Gaara stood outside of his house for the better part of two days, despite telling him to leave several times.

As he walks towards the school, he decides that this morning would be a good time for them to have a talk. He is early- not needing to be here for another hour but he wanted to use some Art supplies and Deidara-sensei had requested red apples to be left on his desk so-]

....

[All his current thoughts are stopped as he stares at the sight in front of him. Gaara is crouched on the floor wearing some sort of weird clothing, playing with dirt as far as Sai can tell]

[He walks over silently before crouching down beside him]

What are you doing?

Gaara thinks you are an imposter. 8| Things are off to a great start.

[fifth-kazekage.livejournal.com]

[The redhead looks up, surprised that he hadn’t detected someone’s presence earlier. The hard look in his eyes – brought on by the suspicion of a new F3 location – softens with recognition.]

Sai…

[But wait. Something seems unusual – he feels it, intuitively. He can’t detect the other’s chakra signature, and Sai is wearing different clothing than what Gaara is used to seeing.]

......

[Calmly, he rises to his feet and takes a step back. His expression turns cold and detached as he sets up a mental block, not wanting to be fooled so easily. This isn’t the first time he has seen multiple versions of people being brought in by the Doctors.

"What would you do if you met another version of me?"

Sai’s question echoes inside his mind, asked of him when they were at the Abyss.

Gaara raises one arm toward the patch of dirt, continuing to focus on gathering his weapon together. In the meantime, he evenly voices an inquiry.] Were you sent by the Doctors?

You are the imposter D: Sai just thinks you are being weird though :|

[inkdicks.livejournal.com]

[Watching the other stand up, Sai remains in his place on the ground. Considering what has happened between them over the past few days, Gaara moving away from him does not come as a surprise.]

Doctors? What Doctors? [His brow creases in confusion. What Doctor is Gaara talking about? Shisui?

His focus of attention quickly shifts from Gaara's face to his arm, wondering what he is doing. As his eyes glance down he notices movement in the patch of ground. Now he is frowning properly, what is going on?]

I don't understand what you are talking about Gaara. [] Points] What did you put in the ground?

no u T_______T Obviously, you’re an assassin sent by the Doctors. D8<

[fifth-kazekage.livejournal.com]

[Quirks a brow.] Feigning ignorance, are you? Hmph.

[His gaze doesn’t move away from the imposter’s face as he answers truthfully.] I did not insert anything into the ground.

[Minutes later, the dirt parts to reveal a thick trail of sand lifting up into the air. It drifts over to the Suna ninja, lingering behind his back. But he isn’t done, and the ground continues to move, as more sand gets generated underneath the surface.]

8| and he thinks he's hallucinating. Yaaaaay.

[blood-n-sand.livejournal.com]

[As much as he was okay just being a selfish stalker until his boyfriend got the message he wasn't leaving gargoyle rather watchful boyfriend, he still had to go to school. So he shoved his headphones on, and was just ignoring everyone in his unhappy little fit of barely sleeping and barely eating. No drugs though, so Shukaku didn't get to rear his ugly head today.

He feels fine - well at least until he sees a familiar shock of red hair. He stares, the reaches up to his own hair to tug it forward and make sure he was really seeing the right colour.

Well fuck apparently he was more worn out then he let on. Shit, he needed to get out of here quick, he hadn't hallucinated in years without drugs to induce it-- and he'd never had a delusion of himself... digging in the dirt. Even so, he just stares some more, waiting to see what it would do.]

See what all those drugs did to you. D8

[fifth-kazekage.livejournal.com]

[And like with the fake Sai, this other individual also didn’t have a chakra signature. Ignorant of his presence, Gaara keeps staring down at the ground, forging a connection to each new grain of sand that forms.

Once he has finished, he takes a look at all the gathered sand, pondering over how to carry it around. He isn’t wearing his usual vest, and his current outfit doesn’t have any straps.]

......

[For the time being, he decides to let his sand float behind him as he walks toward the nearby building, intending to explore it now that he is armed.]

THEY GIVE YOU SUPER POWERED HALLUCINATIONS. >8D

[blood-n-sand.livejournal.com]

[This had to be the weirdest hallucination he ever had. Usually it was someone he had hurt, or his younger self's screaming torment, but never... well whatever the hell this was.

He falls into step behind it, unable to help himself. He'd learned to ignore any fluttering on the edge of his perceptions, but this was a little too obvious for him to ignore. Amazing, his hallucination even had that strange smell of wet dirt and sand... It hadn't been this bad since he was a child.]

[imwithteme.livejournal.com]

He wasn't early exactly, and not really late - which was just as odd. Things had been a bit up and down, and as a result he'd gone to be incredibly early the night before, and woken at the crack of dawn. Hashirama generally had him arriving earlier than usual-- but this morning, he was actually awake.

He recognised Gaara instantly, and was at his side in a heartbeat, passing the clothes off as something-- strange and instead leaning over and throwing his arms over his friend's shoulders, leaning over him - barely balanced.

"Heeeey, What're you doin'?"

[fifth-kazekage.livejournal.com]

"...!"

He was taken off-guard by the boisterous gesture. His sand reflected his shock by freezing; the ground briefly rumbled with movement, before settling down to stillness.

"...Naruto?"

No, it wasn't really him, in spite of his appearance. Lack of chakra signature, and the way he was behaving toward him... Naruto had never acted so familiar toward him. Not like he did with Sakura and Sasuke, or even his other closer friends.

With a frown of confusion, the redhead stood up and backed away a few steps, regarding the blond warily.

"Do you intend to return to the facility as yet another version of Naruto?" He asked in a tone that hinted at sternness.

[imwithteme.livejournal.com]

His smile fell away when Gaara stood and put some distance between them, eyes dropping to see what he was doing in the sand. Well, that was weird-- he hadn't played in the sand for months, it was what kids did... maybe Gaara just wanted to play--

"Facility?" Hands that had folded up almost awkwardly behind his head fell again, and he blinked a few times at Gaara. "You-- mean the orphanage? I ain't goin' back, Mom's lookin' after me now, an' I'm staying with Hashirama-sensei whilst she's away... Don't say stuff like that, Gaara."

The pout is easily held, even as he frowns. "Are you hungry? I'm starved. We should get food, I dunno where Sas is, but he should probably eat too." His hand reaches out automatically, trying to grab Gaara's wrist.

[murasaki-sabaku.livejournal.com]

[Temari has seen Gaara- he's facing away from her but she can tell it's him- and is walking towards him, wondering why he's just standing around in such weird clothes. He definitely hadn't been wearing that this morning..]

[She pulls at his clothes when she can reach to see it properly- there is a lot of extra material.] Are you wearing pants underneath this? And why are you wearing it? It's sort of like a dress.

[fifth-kazekage.livejournal.com]

[What is this pulli-he turns to look at a replica of his sister. He doesn't know how to respond at first. It is rather typical of the Doctors to pull something like this. And considering how his relationship with Temari had started to deteriorate after the Abyss expedition...

His response comes in a dry tone.] It is not a dress. [One hand reaches out to tuck the bottom of the robes against his legs.] The Doctors decided to grant me this outfit, for whatever reason.

[murasaki-sabaku.livejournal.com]

Uh, the doctors? Gaara, you haven't been to a doctor for ages.. [frowns] Are you feeling alright?

[She puts a hand to his forehead to check if he feels feverish.]

/throws a doctor at you~

[hydrophobicity.livejournal.com]

[ Shisui is totally digging Gaara's new outfit. But he was late for his appointment, and he needed to talk to him about that shooting club. ]

New fashion statement, Gaara? Looks good on you. [ And here Dr. Shisui raises a finger. ] But you're late for your appointment. Made me miss lunch waiting on you. Not cool.

cue major confusion from Gaara, derpderp

[fifth-kazekage.livejournal.com]

...?

[The stranger's comment about his clothing earns him a peculiar look from Gaara. The fact that he is talking to him as if they were familiar...]

Appointment? [He shakes his head and rises to his feet, turning to face the other properly.] You must be mistaken.

He just thinks you're evading their psych appointment~

[hydrophobicity.livejournal.com]

[ Shisui stares at Gaara for a good long moment before bursting out into laughter. ] That was impressive, Gaara, but seriously, did you think playing dumb would make me forget about our appointment? After I missed lunch over it too. [ He sort of pouts here, feigning upset, and totally rubs it in that you kept him waiting~ ]

Come along now. I bought extra, so you can have some while we chat. [ He holds up a large paper bag of something and motions towards his office. ]

[feruscorvus.livejournal.com]

...Oi, what the hell are you wearing?

[fifth-kazekage.livejournal.com]

...Kankuro.

[Another fake. His eyes immediately darkened with suspicion.]

Since when is my attire a cause for concern.

[feruscorvus.livejournal.com]

It's not Halloween anymore.

[Frowns, crossing his arms.] You're not high, are you?

Facility!Sai

[painted-seals.livejournal.com]

[What an odd place. He'd been wandering around the campus trying to figure out his location. He'd passed by quite a few people, but they were all civilians. He couldn't sense any of their chakra signatures and so decided to hide his own.

He continued on with his exploration, smiling at the passing people, a quick "Hello" quipped in here and there. Yet, all he got in return were raised eyebrows, and a comment on his attire. What did it matter what he wore? He didn't understand. But it was a minor consequence to the other reaction his uniform caused.

Two adults had asked for his sword on two separate occasions, expecting him to give it up without giving any form of official identification. Sai was obedient by nature but he wasn't an idiot. He wouldn't give up his weapon to a stranger, but when they threatened a visit to "the principle's office" he deemed it appropriate to slip away as his ink clone followed each adult as he slipped away.]

[fifth-kazekage.livejournal.com]

[After Gaara had made enough of a spectacle outside, he decided to enter the building. It didn’t seem unusual to him, not being able to detect other people’s chakra signatures. He saw no reason to mask his own; announcing his presence would only have been a concern if enemy shinobi were in the area. He did, however, opt to mold his sand against his body, maintaining the armor rather than let it float around. He had already learned that the concept of flying sand wasn’t very well-received by the inhabitants of this world.]

......

[He walked down the hallway, barely getting time to look through the small windows of the doors before he was shortly stopped by an older figure. Unknowing of his – or at least, what the others perceived to be his – reputation, Gaara was surprised to receive a stern reprimand. The man reached for him, grabbing his arm to tug the bewildered ninja further along the hallway. Leading where, he didn’t know.]

I am not-

[He resisted the pull, not wanting to strike out against an unarmed civilian, but unwilling to be taken anywhere by force. His white robes ruffled – slight movement from his sand, bristling similarly to his current mood.]

Let go of me.

[painted-seals.livejournal.com]

[One clone sat outside the Principle's office, waiting his turn when Gaara came into view. He remained still, having only been given instructions to follow the adult's orders. He paid no attention to anyone else.

Meanwhile, Sai continued on with is exploration, poking his head in and out of classrooms. From what he could tell he was at an Academy. Not like the ninja academy back home but one for civilians. What place had the Doctors sent them this time?]

Have a confused modern-day cowboy from a comic no one knows lol (I used to play Iruka here :D)

[duke-fan123.livejournal.com]

[Jesse continues to wander around hoping that at some point he'll run into anything familiar or ordinary. Sees a young man with red hair and an asian character tattooed on his forehead grinding dirt. Nope. Still strange as hell.]

Kid, when someone tells you to "go pound sand" they don't mean literally.

[He lights a cigarette and continues to scan his surroundings, standing a few yards off from Gaara.]

Welcome! 8D Cowboys are cool! *doesn’t know many comic series outside of Marvel, lol*

[fifth-kazekage.livejournal.com]

[A stranger. But this is more expected than the various clones wandering around.]

…?

[And Gaara, who takes most things literally due to his social ignorance, just answers in his usual blunt way.] I am not pounding sand. [Keeps grinding away.]

XD He's from a comic called "Preacher" - it's... interesting. :P

[duke-fan123.livejournal.com]

[He takes a drag and watches Gaara continue to do... whatever it is that he's trying to do... with mild interest.]

Sure looks like it from where I'm standin'. Anyway, name's Jesse.

[he's already been wandering around trying to case out his surroundings for hours now, and hasn't made too much progress other than finding out that he has somehow materialized inside a High School. A very strange High School.

He hasn't been able to make contact with anyone from his world, which would have been much easier to discover had he been the type of person that bothered with cell phones.]

You from around here?