The first sight Kankuro is given of me is of me covered in bloodstains, following his father and uncle back to the Kazekage's tower. I...don't really remember ever wanting to do all that, but years of limited mobility as a mute infant is taxing on one's mindset. Killing agents of a man that would try to have his own son killed - and unrelated, my favorite character in this Universe - has a catharsis of its own.
I flex my fist and forearm, feeling the blood rushing down my arms and the arteries opening to facilitate the motion. It's a lazy, thick motion that feels like very much like stuck phlegm, but the flow itself is relaxing. Behind me, the ANBU tense, and I feel the blood flow to their arms as they move to restrain me if necessary. They needn't bother, I'm much too tired to do anything. Causing chaos after months of merely surviving in stagnance as a regular orphan is much more entertaining than anything else, and it actually fast-forwarded a goal of mine: get into the main plot.
Who cares if I die, anyway? I did it once, I can do it again. At least this time I'll have glory to my name than dying in some dank alley, stabbed my someone who no one will ever know.
Where was I? Ah, yes, Kankuro. Said boy isn't horrified, as I predicted - no, he's more fascinated, if anything, and I think that's a look of curiosity that he's shooting me. Huh. Didn't expect that - as far as things go, Kankuro was one of the more normal people from Suna. I use that term loosely, he was still carrying around dead bodies as puppets to fight other people in a morbid mockery of Pokemon, but he was one of the saner ones, at least.
Oh, the Kazekage's Tower has air conditioning. Just what is the technological level in this world? I haven't seen any cars, but there's aircon, televisions and radio? This is mighty strange. Then again, I can control blood now, so I don't have much room to talk about strange.
Yashamaru opens the door, and wait. Where'd the ANBU go? No, really. I can't sense their blood anymore - it's like they just up and vanished. I suppose they are the ninja Black Ops for a reason.
"Tasatsu!" I flinch. The sheer joy in Gaara's voice is disconcerting to hear, considering the ordeal I just had. It reminds me of...No, I'm going to forget that.
"Gaara," I respond, as warm and inviting as I can be, and I try not to act surprised as Gaara launches himself at me in a vicious hug. I feel a little off the sand on the floor seep across my skin, and I wince as the thin layer of scabbing across my front tears. I don't think it's going to be good for Gaara's continued sanity if his hug causes the only friend he has to bleed all over him, so I try my best to keep the blood inside. I push him down, with a wince, hoping to God that the blackness at the edge of my vision doesn't consume me. "It seems we're going to be brothers."
He goes wide eyed, staring at the taller red-head beside me. The Kazekage nods slowly, but makes sure to keep his face as blank as possible, as if showing some manner of warmth to his schizophrenic son is going to send him to Naraka. Fucking asshole.
Gaara, though, in a way strangely reminiscent of Naruto, doesn't seem to care. He merely grabs my hand, and drags me inside to the nursery.
Like most buildings in Sunagakure, it's not quite ostentatious. Even if this place belongs to the military dictator of a village, it reminds me of a regular home, if a bit large and spacious. Large mats are spread about, spread with wooden renditions of ninja tools like kunai and shuriken. A large arch leads out to a balcony, where I see Kankuro still standing, looking at me curiously. Understandable, I suppose, considering I acted familiar with his little brother.
"This place is nice." I comment, looking about the room. It's dreadfully bereft of anything that might give off that it's a child's room, but Rasa is reminds me of a crueler Fugaku for a reason, so this is in character. Trust him to turn his kids' nursery into a damn dungeon and replace the sharp things with wood.
Gaara picks up a teddy bear, but this time it has a wooden kunai in its stubby hand. "What's his name?"
He stops, looking lost. "I...didn't give him one."
I half smile, picking up the toy. "He's a shinobi, isn't he?" I say, holding out the wooden kunai. "All shinobi have names."
"Karasu," A voice pops up from the corner.
I look at Kankuro in the corner, who warily watches us. "That's a fucking stupid name. From what angle does this look like a damn crow?"
He glares at me, balling his fists. "Who do you think you are!? That's a great name!"
Ignoring the tiredness I feel, I grab the blood in his hand, and make him punch himself in the face. The sand rises in the room, and Gaara hugs his teddy close to his chest, retreating back to my side. I suppose Kankuro probably hasn't left the best impression on Gaara, what with the 'monster' comments, but it's really sad to see him take the side of someone he met earlier today over his actual brother.
"That's a dumb name, and if you think it isn't, then you're an idiot too." I say to the stunned eldest son of the Kazekage. Said son is still staring at his fist in confusion, as if it worked on its own. Which isn't true, because I caused that.
I walk over to him, making him stumble to the ground as I control the blood in his legs. I hold his face, flashing him a smile. "My name's Tasatsu."
"W-What?"
"You asked for who I was, didn't you?" I tap him lightly on the back of his head, before turning and facing a fist straight in my face.
The last thing I hear before I pass out is, "Kankuro-sama, are you alrigh- agh!"
