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Showing posts with label Gaara Stories. Show all posts
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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Setetes Darah

Language: Indonesia

WARNING: OOC-ness, lebay-ness, plotless humor, not meant to be yaoi.

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Setetes Darah

Penulis: Blissaster

Suna, Kantor Kazekage…

Gaara sedang duduk di kursinya, ditemani dua kakaknya, mengerjaka tugas Kazekage-nya seperti biasa, ketika…

‘Srat!’ tanpa sengaja, jari Gaara tersayat oleh pinggir kertas.

Gaara berkedip beberapa kali. Merasakan adanya rasa perih yang tidak biasa di jarinya, dia memperhatikan jari tersebut, dan menyadari ada cairan kental berwarna merah mengalir di sana. Gaara berkedip beberapa kali, sebelum otaknya mencerna sepenuhnya apa sebenarnya cairan merah itu…

“… Darah…” bisik Gaara lebih pada dirinya sendiri, menatap takjub sedikit cairan merah yang keluar dari jari telunjuknya.

“’Darah’??” ulang Temari dan Kankurou bersamaan. Kepala mereka tersentak ke arah adik bungsu mereka. Otomatis, mata mereka mengikuti ke mana mata Gaara terpaku. Dan melihat…

“DARAH!!?” teriak keduanya bersamaan, panik.

Kedua tangan di kepala, Temari berjalan mondar-mandir, “Darah?? Darah!? Darah!!? Gaara berdarah!!?” Temari histeris, “Tenangkan dirmu, Temari. Tidak ada gunanya panik,” Temari menaruh tangan kanannya di dada kirinya, menarik nafas panjang, berusaha untuk menenangkan diri. Hening. “GAARA BERDARAH!!!” teriaknya dalam kepanikan yang sma – kalau tidak lebih dari—yang sebelumnya.

Sementara itu Kankurou..

“GAARA! JANGAN MATI!!!” teriak Kankurou, mengguncang bahu adik kecilnya, air mata mengalir deras dari pipinya.

Dan aara…

Dia masih terpesona memperhatikan darah di jarinya. Dan entah bagaimana, bisa tidak menyadari kehebohan Temari (“DARAH~~~!!!”) atau Kankurou (“BERTAHANLAH!!”)

Beberapa waktu kemudian…

Kankurou yang mulai bisa mengontrol dirinya –akhirnya—sadar kalau dia harus membalut luka Gaara, menghentikan pendarahannya.

“Tenang, Kankurou… Tenang…” Kankurou menggumam pada dirinya sendiri, sebuntal perban di tangannya yang kini gemetaran, “Nyawa Gaara bergantung padamu. Kau jarus membalut lukanya sebelum lukanya terinfeksi atau Gaara kehabisan darah…” Kankurou membeku di tempat, matanya melebar seolah terhipnotis, “… Darah… Kehabisan darah… GAARA!! JANGAN MATI!!!” Kankurou menjadi histeris, lagi.

“Bodoh! Sini biar aku yang lakukan!!” Temari menendang adiknya, mengambil secara paksa perban dari tangan Kankurou, “Tenang saja, Gaara! Kakakmu ini akan segera menolongmu!” Temari menepuk dadanya.

Dan Temari pun membalut Gaara dengan perban…

Terus…

Dan terus…

Hingga…

“Selesai!” Temari mengelap keringat dari keningnya. Memperhatikan adik bungsunya yang kini berbalut perban dari ujung kaki hingga kepala. Tidak ada yang terlewatkan. Kecuali mata kanan Gaara dan… jari telunjuknya yang berdarah. Mata Temari melebar menyadari jari Gaara yang masih berdarah, “Maafkan kakakmu yang tidak becus ini, Gaara!!” teriak Temari, memegang kepalanya, frustasi.

Dan Gaara masih tepesona…

Begitulah, dalam keadaan seperti itulah, Taka –merpati pengantar pesan tercepat Suna—dikirim ke Konoha. Di dalam gulungan itu tertulis pesan…

Nyawa Kazekage dalam bahaya. Meminta bantuan secepatnya.

‘Brak!!’ Naruto menggebrak mejanya.

“Dia menaruh dirinya dalam bahaya macam apalagi sih!?” teriak Naruto frustasi. Walau toh dia segera bertolak ke Suna, Sasuke dan Sakura di sampingnya.

Beberapa waktu kemudian, Suna, Kantor Kazekage…

Temari terbaring di kursi, kompresan basah di keningnya, menutupi matanya, dia terus bergumam, “… Darah… Gaara berdarah…!!!”

Sementara Kankurou berjalan mondar-mandir di tengah ruangan, menggigiti kukunya dalam panik. Gaara, dalam balutan perbannya, masih tidak bergeming.

‘Brak!’ pintu itu terbanting terbuka. Kepala Kankurou segera menghadap ke arah pintu.

Naruto –yang ekspresinya campuran antara marah dan khawatir-- masuk. Sasuke dan Sakura mengikuti di belakangnya.

“Naruto!” Kankurou memgang kedua tangan Naruto, matanya bersinar penuh harap, “Syukurlah kau datang!!”

“Ada apa memangnya?” tanya Sakura, mengkhawatirkan keadaan Gaara –yang seluruh tubuhnya terbalut perban, dengan mata menatap ke arah jari telunjuknya.

“Dia… Dia… Dia berdarah!!!!” teriak Kankurou histeris.

“Ha?” Sasuke dan Sakura menatap Kankurou seakan cowok itu sudah jadi gila.

Sakura menggelengkan kepalanya, menyadarkan diri, sebelum berjalan ke arah Gaara, memeriksa cowok berrambut merah itu. Naruto mengikuti di belakangnya. Menyadari luka yang diderita Gaara ternyata hanya luka sayatan kecil di jari telunjuknya, Sakura menghela nafas lega.

“Oh. Bukan masalah besar kok. Dia hanya—“ Kata Sakura, tapi kata-katanya terputus.

“Dia benar berdarah!!” teriak Naruto tidak kalah histeris.

“Tuh kan! Dia berdarah!! Dia memang berdarah!!!” Kankurou menimpali kehisterisan Naruto.

“Ah. Justru itu—“ Sakura hendak menjelaskan, tapi kedua pemuda di depannya itu sibuk sendiri.

“Darah! Darah!! Darah!!! Dia berdarah!! Gya~~!! Gimana dong!?”

“Iya kan!? Iya kan!? Dia berdarah!!”

“Ah, umh… Makanya aku mau bilang—“

“Dia berdarah!!”

“Gaara, jangan mati!!!”

“Eh? Eh??” Sakura jadi ikut bingung, “Apa itu bukan sayatan biasa!? Jangan-jangan sayatan itu beracun!!”

Sasuke menatap kekacauan di depannya dengan tidak percaya.

‘Duak! Duak! Duak!!’ Sasuke memukulkan bagian belakang Kusanagi pada kepala Naruto, Sakura dan Kankurou.

“Sadar dong! Apanya yang membahayakan nyawa? Itu kan Cuma sayatan kecil biasa!” kedua tangan di pinggang, Sasuke mengomel, “Dan kau, Sakura! Jangan ikut-ikut dua orang idiot ini dong!” Sasuke menunjuk Naruto dan Kankurou. Sakura menggaruk belakang kepalanya, tersenyum malu.

“Tapi dia berdarah!” protes Naruto.

“Iya! Dia berdarah lho!” Kankurou menimpali.

Sasuke memutar bola matanya dengan tidak sabar, “Lalu? Dia kan sudah bukan host Ichibi lagi! Wajar kalau dia berdarah!” kata Sasuke.

“Tapi dia berdarah!!” Naruto berkeras.

“Iya! Berdarah!!” Kankurou ikut-ikutan.

Sasuke memutar bola matanya. Tampaknya tidak ada gunanya bicara dengan dua orang idiot ini. Lebih baik di segera menyelesaikan masalah bodoh ini dan pulang ke Konoha. Dia tidak percaya dia pergi ke Suna –dan meninggalkan Itachi, kakaknya yang berharga—hanya untuk alasan konyol seperti ini.

Sasuke berjalan ke arah Gaara, memperhatikan jari telunjuknya yang berdarah. Sasuke mendengus, “Luka seperti ini sih, dijilat juga sembuh,” kata Sasuke sebelum menjilat jari Gaara.

Hening.

Sakura hanya menatap Sasuke dengan mata tidak percaya, mulut terbuka lebar.

Gaara berkedip. Sekali. Dua kali. Kemudian seolah tidak pernah terjadi apa pun dia bertanya, “Lho? Kenapa kalian ada di sini?”

Naruto dan Kankurou terdiam. Kepala menunduk, aura gelap mulai mengelilingi keduanya. Lalu…

“Dia menjilatnya!!” teriak Naruto, menunjuk Sasu dengan gaya menuduh. Sedetik kemudian, sudah terdapat beberapa klon Naruto yang terlihat murka.

“Dia menjilatnya!!” teriak Kankurou histeris, sebelum mengeluarkan gulungannya dan memanggil kugutsu kepercayaannya.

“Tidak termaafkan!!” kata keduanya bersamaan.

“Apa sih?!” tanya Sasuke kesal. Dia sudah membantu, bukannya berterima kasih! Malah…

“Serang!!” kata Naruto dan Kankurou, memerintahkan klonnya (Naruto) dan kugutsunya (Kankurou) untuk menyerang Sasuke.

Gaara berkedip beberapa kali, “Ada apa sih?”

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“Aku tidak percaya!” gerutu Sasuke yang kini berbalut perban –terima kasih pada Naruto dan Kankurou—menyilangkan tangan di depan dadanya, memberikan deathglare-nya yang paling mematikan pada Naruto dan Kankurou, yang hanya tersenyum sok tidak berdosa. “Bagaimana mungkin hanya karena setetes darah--,” Sasuke mengatakannya dengan penuh dendam, “—kalian membuat gempar Konoha-Suna!?”

“Yah… Namanya panik…” Kankurou mengaruk belakang kepalanya, tersenyum malu.

Sasuke mendengus, “Dasar overprotektif.”

“Halah! Kayak kau pantas bicara begitu,” celetuk Naruto, menyilangkan tangannya di belakang kepalanya, “Memangnya siapa ya, yang teriak-teriak panik hanya karena Itachi terkena cipratan minyak?” balas Naruto.

Wajah Sasuke memerah. Memalingkan mukanya, dia berkata, “I-itu kan beda!”

“Apanya yang beda, hm?”

“Erh… Yah… Pokoknya beda!” kata Sasuke seenaknya.

“Sudahlah,” Naruto mengibaskan tangannya santai, “akui saja, kalian—“

“Kita, Naruto,” ralat Sasuke, “Kita.”

Naruto terdiam untuk beberapa saat, berpikir, sebelum melanjutkan, ”… Yeah, kita memang kumpulan orang overprotektif.”

”Hanya kali ini aku setuju denganmu.”

-End-

Saturday, May 31, 2008

Encounters

A/N: My first Naruto ficcie! Really there’s no genre in particular. A thoughtful Gaara recalls a previous conversation that may lead to a change of heart. --; I was so inspired to write a fanfic centered around Gaara though. His past is really tragic and had me nearly crying.

Disclaimer: Nani?! I don’t own Naruto?! How do you know that? Wait...I don’t.

Encounters

Author: paperbutterfly

He stared down at his hands for a moment. The scarlet stained his fingers and blossomed on the lush green grass under his feet. It had never occurred to him before that something like this had happened. He had never come in direct contact with blood before except for the fight at the chuunin exam. Besides that, the sand had always mingled with the blood and it was just there. He’d never bothered thinking about what he did. To him, the only way to feel his own existence was to kill others. Then he’d feel their pain, through the numbness of his own life.

His life was a complete lie.

That’s what the boy was thinking at the moment. His dark red hair contrasted with the pale skin and his eyes were almost thoughtful as he gazed down at his hands. The sand ninja almost looked like a normal boy for a moment. It was startling change from his normal ruthless, unemotional gaze.

“What are you doing here?”

The voice snapped him back from his reverie and the pale blue eyes narrowed as nearby leaves rustled. Out stepped the infamous boy who was possessed by the Nine Tails. The blonde boy leapt to the ground from the tree branch and landed in a crouching position very similar to that of a fox. The other boy was slightly amused for a moment at the subtle but certain resemblances between Uzumaki Naruto and a kitsune.

“Oi! Don’t you know that it’s impolite to ignore someone when they’re speaking to you? You Gaara person!” Naruto was indignant as he glared at the shorter boy. It really wasn’t fair how people tended to ignore him. Well, the village people did it since they despised him but a stranger ought not to! The blonde boy scowled even further.

Gaara coolly looked at him for a moment. What Uchiha Sasuke had been talking about before...it suddenly hit him as he stared at the fox-boy. He had never realized it before, or perhaps it was something he never wanted to realize. Like a mental barrier blocking himself from moving on. It was the loop in his mind, making everything replay over and over again. Gaara tensed and his fingers curled up into fists involuntarily. His mind wandered back to the previous conversation he had before.

I told you before that I was an avenger...that I only lived to kill the person who was stronger than me.

He wanted to do something. Do anything to get the stupid boy to stop looking at him. The old temper flared up inside of the sand-nin as his gaze fell to the boy who was glaring heatedly back at him. But he had told himself that it was going to be different this time. Before, he had underestimated Uzumaki. More correctly he never knew enough about the other boy in the first place. Gaara closed his eyes for a brief moment, the memories unbearable and rushing to his head. It was nauseating. He started to feel sick as he remembered...everything.

But I’ve changed my mind now. About everything that I said before.

Naruto looked at the other boy in surprise. By now he had expected some sort of reaction or response. He had heard that Gaara lacked emotions and even humanity perhaps but he looked human at the present moment. Perhaps it was rumors. Then the boy grimaced as he sighed mentally. He wasn’t exactly the village’s most favorite person either. Come to think of it, past the fact that their personalities were totally conflicting everything was the same. The hatred that everyone had felt for them, the pain, and then some acting in their fantasy world. Pretend he does not exist and maybe it’ll come true.

I’ve learned you can’t be a shinobi by hatred. Someone once said that you are truly strong when you’re fighting for something precious.

For a moment, the two boys stared at each other. They didn’t know what to expect and for once Gaara was speechless. In a second he dropped his mask and the blonde boy stumbled back. The look in his eyes...the solitude and loneliness of all those years...it reached him. His eyes were so similar to his own. They had the same sadness in them like they knew something that was an impossible dream but still craved for it. Naruto closed his eyes tightly and looked away from the raw pain in Gaara’s eyes. Those eyes hurt, the overwhelming rush of emotion...he couldn’t deal with it. It was too much for him. All those taunting by the village kids and the revulsion when everyone turned away from him.

...why do you need anything precious? The only thing in this world you have to worry about is yourself. There’s no need for others. They only burden you more.

A comfortable silence settled over the two of them as thoughts floated in their minds. But it was an awkward position to be in and the normally composed sand-nin was disturbed by what was happening. If Uchiha Sasuke...his words...they made no sense. Did that mean that for the past six years of his life, he, Gaara, had been lying to himself? No. It couldn’t possibly be that. He knew what was going on. He had his priorities straight. Right? Gaara was unsure of himself and that upset him. He had always been the one in control and never bothered to muse beyond two simple options: “To kill or not to kill.” All those other questions, they were flooding his minds and he wondered if he could take it all in.

Everything I said before about being who I was...forget about it.

The boy in orange lifted his head up and stared at the other boy. Who knew people could be so different from what you assumed they were? He certainly wasn’t afraid of Gaara at the moment but they always said that a shinobi has to be alert at all times. It was no exception at the moment.

That was the past

Gaara looked up and blinked, his eyes regaining their usual placid expression and he loosened up. A very very faint smile curved on his lips as he looked at Naruto. It was such a small smile but meant everything between the two of them. Something had been found, and the something was precious but fragile and so hard to regain if lost. Naruto blinked before flashing a famous fanged smile and chuckling to himself. Then Gaara bowed ever so slightly, his head barely lowering just to acknowledge the other boy.

“Gomen.”

And then he turned and walked away.

OWARI