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Sakura reached Gaara's resting room, and opened the door. Matsuri's back was to the door, and she was kneeling next to Gaara. She was leaning over him, and her hands seemed to be on him.
"How is Gaara, Matsuri?" Sakura asked. The girl eeped and jumped away from her position looking over Gaara like a shocked rabbit, and immediately assumed the seiza position with a red flush on her face in front of Sakura. Sakura blinked, Kankuro stared, and Sasuke scowled.
"Everything all right?" Sakura asked. Slimer hooted a bit, but upon getting a look at Gaara's face he yelped and hid behind the door. He still remembered being up close and personal with the Shukkaku container and had little desire to repeat the experience.
"Oh-Oh yes! Yes! He's fine, very fine, better than fine!" She squeaked. Sasuke raised his eyebrows, and Kankuro's jaw dropped.
"What the...?"
Sasuke sighed, and crossed his arms over his chest. He recognized that blush on Matsuri's face. Fangirl, great. Well he supposed even killing machines like Gaara might have a few. And she seemed so normal...
Sakura knelt next to Gaara and examined the device. She opened the front panel and began to fiddle with various wires and knobs. Kankuro entered the room and knelt down next to her, watching her work.
"So, what sort of adjustments are you making?" Kankuro asked.
Sasuke scowled, and moved to kneel on Sakura's other side. Matsuri went around to the other side of Gaara's body, and also watched Sakura's work.
"I'm altering the neutron flow from 34.5 megahertz to 32.445 megahertz. That adjustment should make the suppression system more effective. At the moment Shukkaku might begin making stabs at Gaara's subconscious, but a narrower frequency should minimize chances of an ego breach and subsequent cross-spiritual contamination. I mean, already his reality matrix is being frayed at a rate of .835 ikaris every twenty four hours, it's a wonder he's not a raving loony already..."
Sasuke was satisfied to see Kankuro's eyes were glazing over just as much as he imagined his own were. Kankuro, seeing this, just smirked and scooted closer to Sakura.
"Yes? Go on?" Kankuro said. Sakura beamed and proceeded to do so.
"Well, the fundamental theory of ego borders is reliant upon the personal conception of self, which when dealing with world systems possessing trans-dimensional energies can be influenced by interaction between..."
"Shouldn't you be checking on your sister?" Sasuke hissed, moving closer to Sakura in retaliation. Kankuro chuckled, and slowly put his hand around Sakura's shoulders.
"Shouldn't you be checking on your teammate?" Kankuro whispered.
"... Absolute Terror field interactions can produce reality-unreality matrix breaches, the fundamental theory behind chakra empathy, or "killing intent" though, is primarily psychic in concept, the exact boundary between real and unreal..."
Sakura had bent over entirely, in order to stare deeply at the device while she continued to lecture. This allowed Sasuke and Kankuro to look at each other directly. Kankuro looked down at Sakura, and his smirk grew. Sasuke followed his gaze.
Woah... Is that Sakura's ass? He'd never really paid much attention to it, but suddenly it seemed very, very interesting. Sakura was almost always in her jumpsuit when he saw her. Around the firehouse she'd sometimes unzip it, take it off the upper half of her body, and tie it around her waist, leaving her in a very tight white undershirt, the top of her panties exposed...
His cheeks turned red as the memory was suddenly in a very different light now. He glared death at Kankuro. The puppet master simply lowered his hand, hovering a few centimeters above Sakura's backside. Sasuke's eyes flew wide open, and he held up his fist threateningly.
"... the implications are enormous, but of course you'd require a human soul in a construct big enough to channel the conception of self into a practical weapon..."
Kankuro waved his hand up and down, each time threatening to press his hand against Sakura's ass. Sasuke growled.
"Get your hand away from her," he mouthed to Kankuro.
"What? Afraid she might like it?" Kankuro mouthed back. Sasuke leaned over Sakura, feeling like his Sharingan eyes threatening to emerge in his anger. Kankuro leaned forward as well, his smile a challenging one.
"Prick," Sasuke mouthed.
"Asshole," Kankuro mouthed back.
"... So as a result the primary feedback is distributed through psychic buffers, which break down each reality break energy into smaller and smaller ikaris..."
"Bastard," Kankuro mouthed.
"Dickless," Sasuke mouthed back.
Matsuri watched this back and forth in some trepidation. Slimer, on the other hand, had a different reaction.
"Sakuwa! Sakuwa!"
Sakura shot back up into a sitting position, the back of her head colliding with Kankuro and Sasuke's faces.
"OW!" Sakura hissed, and rubbed the back of her head. "Damnit, what-?" She turned and saw both Kankuro and Sasuke laid out on the floor behind her. "What are you two doing?!"
"Um... Nothing," Sasuke and Kankuro both quickly responded. Sakura sighed, and rubbed the back of her head again with a wince.
"Ow... Look, I'm done with the adjustments. I think we need to find Naruto and Temari, and decide what we're going to do next," Sakura said. She stood up and walked out the door. "Stay with him Matsuri."
"Of course, Sakura-san!" Matsuri said. Sasuke and Kankuro rose, and both gave dirty looks to Slimer. The little ghost merely laughed, and turned to fly after Sakura.
"I hate that ghost," Sasuke grumbled.
"Same here," Kankuro snorted.
"Sakura's always treating him like he can do no wrong, and always has a treat for him," Sasuke complained. "And he acts so innocent..."
"Clearly pure evil, you saw how close that blob is to that blond knucklehead," Kankuro said.
The two nodded. They then looked at eachother in some shock at their agreement. Their expressions turned to deadly glares.
"Bastard."
"Prick."
They headed out of the room, leaving Matsuri to stare after them.
"... So strange," she murmured. She scooted up alongside Gaara again. "Nothing like you though, Gaara-sama. Nothing like you at all."
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