[Comprehensive] Misfortune

After scribbling to confirm that his hidden stakes and property were still intact, the Scarlet Sand Scorpion went straight to the street opposite Gaara's house, registered a false identity and stayed in the hotel.

He opened the curtains carelessly, facing Gaara's bedroom window.

The Scarlet Sand Scorpion stood in this posture for a while.

"Mr. Scorpion, are you looking for me?"

The red sand scorpion closed the curtains, turned around, and Sakurai Yuko appeared, sitting on the edge of the bed, with her hands on her sides, slightly tilting her head.

"If you really care so much, it would be good to take him back. Anyway, he is only hated here."

Sakurai Yuko looked sleepy, and said indifferently: "I went to see Oizumi yesterday, and the funds for Sand Ninja Village will increase, so the Fourth Kazekage-sama won't keep staring at Gaara all the time. , it would be great if we could control all the people in Sand Ninja Village, can Mr. Scorpion have a solution?"

The Red Sand Scorpion was silent for a long time.

"Control them, what do you want to do?"

"Let them be nice to Gaara."

Sakurai Yuko seemed surprised that the red sand scorpion would ask such a question, and gave him a puzzled look.

The red sand scorpion calmed down, "Is it okay to use external force to make them treat me like Gaara?"

"That's right, since they don't want to, we can only force them to do so."

stupid idea.

The Scarlet Sand Scorpion calmly made a conclusion.

"Did you ask Gaara? What does he want?"

Sakurai Yuko was slightly stunned, raised her eyes and glanced at the red sand scorpion, then moved her eyes away without saying a word.

What does Gaara want?

He wanted to be held in his arms, wanted his father to like him, wanted to be recognized by the people in the village...

He wants to be a human being, not a weapon of war called Injuriki.

It's that simple.

He wants to find someone who can support him to persevere in the sleepless night after night. He hopes that his sacrifice can be seen in the eyes of others. He is not a monster, but a good boy who sacrificed himself for the village.

No?

Obviously so, but why don't they think so?

It wasn't Gaara who was wrong.

Gaara is innocent.

The fault is Sand Shinobi Village... everyone except Yashamaru, especially the fourth generation of Kazekage.

Sakurai Yuko stood up, and there was not even a trace of collapse where she had sat.

"You said that Oshemaru pretended to be the Fourth Kazekage-sama during the Chunin exam... right?" Sakurai Yuko said suddenly.

The Red Sand Scorpion said coldly: "That guy won't give up his research to help you raise your child."

Sakurai Yuko raised her eyebrows, and changed her tone without leaving a trace.

"I didn't say I wanted him to come. Anyway, it's just a transformation. I can do it myself, and I can do it even better."

Weird.

The red sand scorpion retorted disdainfully, "Do you know the Fourth Kazekage? Do you think it's an easy thing to pretend to be someone you don't know at all? Don't make trouble, you can't do it. Instead of thinking about it It’s better to consider my proposal and keep the words of concern by your side, no matter how dangerous Xiao is, it’s better than letting a five or six-year-old child stay here and be cut by a blunt knife.”

This is the second time the Scarlet Sand Scorpion has said this.

Sakurai Yuko finally stopped talking about him from left to right, and looked directly into the eyes of the red sand scorpion, showing some inexplicable firmness.

"Family is very important. Even a family like the Fourth Kazekage is better than nothing."

The red sand scorpion was shocked, and finally a few traces of surprise appeared in the calm eyes.

Seeing the behavior of the red sand scorpion, Sakurai Yuko thought about it for a second, blinked her eyes, and said lightly: "By the way, Mr. Scorpion's parents..."

"They're not my parents anymore." The Scarlet Sand Scorpion abruptly interrupted Sakurai Yuko's words.

Sakurai Yuko tilted her head, moved to the window, hooked her fingers on the curtain, and looked down at the khaki-colored street.

"Family... what kind of existence is it?"

Like silver?

Do not……

really……

The most important thing is blood.

"Although the general argument is that family affection is great, I don't think that's actually the case. No emotion can be completely pure. Otherwise, Lord Yuma wouldn't kill his father for a woman."

"Master Yuma... the daimyo of the Land of Fire?"

"Ah... a very gentle man."

"From your description, it can be seen that he has nothing to do with tenderness at all, or he just needs to be gentle with you."

"Of course, I don't care how he treats others, as long as he treats me well. That's why I like Mr. Xie very much." Sakurai Yuko suddenly looked back, her eyes were like stars.

This has been heard countless times.

The red sand scorpion looked away nonchalantly, "Even if there are excessive parents, they are only a minority. The Fourth Kazekage is obviously a minority among them. For the sake of Gaara, you should reconsider my suggestion. But... ...In the final analysis, this is your private matter, do whatever you want."

Sakurai Yuko held her chin, tilted her head, and pondered: "It's the third time I've said it... Although I really want to listen to Mr. Scorpion, there is a voice telling me that I can't listen to you."

"Voice? Heh... In your current state, can you still hallucinate?" The Red Sand Scorpion said jokingly.

"It's not an auditory hallucination, it's the voice of Sakurai Yuko that has always been in my mind..."

Sakurai Yuko slowly lowered her hand, the movement was natural and soothing, her fingers were slightly curled up, like an orchid blooming at midnight, with a contradictory jade-like weakness.

The red sand scorpion's line of sight followed Sakurai Yuko's fingertips and moved down slowly, looking in the direction pointed by the light pink fingertips, which was his heart and the place where the regenerative nucleus was located.

In this world now, only Sakurai Yuko knows where his weakness lies.

In a trance, there seemed to be a mischievous elf who let out a laugh, secretly announcing that the prank was about to succeed.

Sakurai Yuko's eyes gradually became cloudy, she looked at the red sand scorpion, and at all the human beings who treated her tenderly in her memory.

The voice in his head was sharp and smooth, like a landslide, like spring water.

"Every time I see Mr. Scorpion, Yuko Sakurai is clamoring 'Go to hell' Oh, maybe one day, I will really listen to Yuko Sakurai, will Mr. Scorpion hate me?"

The Red Sand Scorpion remained unmoved.

At least on the surface, the red sand scorpion is unmoved, but Sakurai Yuko can get enough information without vision.

Lazily lowering her hand, Yuko Sakurai pursed her lips almost invisibly, with a tired expression, "It's so boring, Mr. Scorpion."

The red sand scorpion stared deeply at Sakurai Yuko's side face, and had no desire to answer at all.

a long time.

Sakurai Yuko turned around, as if she wanted to check Gaara's situation, but considering the situation, it was more like avoiding the eyes of the red sand scorpion.

"When Gaara was assassinated that day, I was there too. I killed him easily... So did the Fourth Kazekage. Although he was only a child, Gaara was very strong, so he sent it like this Don't you think it's too embarrassing for two bastards?"

"It's super super simple. Although I'm very powerful now, it's still amazing to think that one thought can kill a person. The existence of wraith spirits is really amazing. Do you want to try it, Mr. Scorpion?"

There was a long silence.

The Scarlet Sand Scorpion felt himself trembling. This was impossible. He is now a puppet. He has been a puppet for a long time. The physiological reaction of a human has basically disappeared, but he is trembling now.

Not this rigid body, but the soul.

His soul trembled.

The reason for trembling was because the woman in front of her was crying.

Sakurai Yuko turned her back to the red sand scorpion, and her tone was indifferent and disdainful, like chatting after dinner, so don't take it seriously.

In such a state, the Red Sand Scorpion was not surprised, Sakurai Yuko was definitely crying, even if he couldn't hear the cry, he couldn't see the tears.

Sakurai Tamako was embraced from behind by the Red Sand Scorpion.

Two faces with no expression cuddled together, and the traces of sadness slowly spread in this ordinary space. This situation is worthy of painting.

The struggle and despair of others, put on the painting and put on the paper, is just a kind of unreality.

"I've never been to a place with you, and I've been following in your footsteps all this time...so..."

"so?"

"If it will disappear, take me. I hate waiting for people, and I hate being waited for."

"...Really... As a person who knows my true nature, don't say such distressing words casually."

"You have done enough for others, and occasionally think about paying back what you owe me."

"The reward...killed you?"

"That's right, kill me before you disappear."

"Oh, what about your eternity? No more artistic pursuits?"

"A world without your misbehavior...it's boring to think about."

"Did I tell you not to be so gentle? Mr. Scorpion really disappointed me."

"A stubborn woman."

"It's useless to be gentle. I'm not a soft-hearted woman. You know that."

"You don't need to be soft-hearted, I just need to be soft-hearted."

……

"Mr. Scorpion."

"..."

"Yin Shi said that Mr. Xie is a good person, and he is indeed right."

"..."

"But forget it, I don't want to kill Lord Scorpion, and I don't want to rely on you..."

Sakurai Yuko concealed her body, and in the blink of an eye, there was only a sad air in the arms of the red sand scorpion.

An invisible sound vibrated the air.

"Don't look at me anymore, Mr. Scorpion's eyes are very beautiful, you should look at a better existence. Although you keep saying that you won't be soft-hearted, but I really like Mr. Scorpion, so don't look at me anymore, I can't control it Yourself. Mr. Scorpion shouldn't go to the same place with me...don't sacrifice yourself, I don't need such a sacrifice."

Long, long silence.

The Red Sand Scorpion put down his hand, and let out a meaningless tone.

"Women who talk to themselves are really troublesome."

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