#plus the fricken collections were rough

[wileyfern]

HI Everyone thanks for the submissions so far just wanted to say:

I am probably going to be accepting more than 4 sims and just put them in the lot next to them so Granite Falls can be more populated. So if you wanna send one go for it!

Gen 4 doesn’t end until the first week in OCTOBER. lol i know it’s a while. My queue is hella long sorry but that means. Gen 5 (Jupiter) will start then as well. So it’s going to be a while before you see any of your sims sorry for that

[naruto-scenarios-plus-akatsuki]

Could you maybe write a second part to the request with reader from our world come to the suna? It was amazing and i freaking love it! 😍 i didnt request it the first time though. (Its the one with gaara)

Uh…. somehow I made this scenario really fricken long which I didnt mean to do… so oops. Hopefully you like it. Thank you for the request. 

Part I

The Reader from the Sky and Gaara of the Sand: Part II

“Where are you from?”

“I don’t know…” you answered hesitantly, giving the same answer every time. You really couldn’t remember anything.

“You don’t know where you hail from, you don’t know how you got here, you don’t know your last name. Forgive me for my bluntness, but what do you know?” Gaara questioned candidly.

“I… uh… know that this is Suna?” you answered timidly, not really sure of yourself.

Gaara hummed in thought, his sea-green eyes boring into your own. “And you know who I am.”

“Yes,” you agreed, nodding slowly.

“How much?” Gaara questioned skeptically.

“Everything,” you answered without thought.

Gaara’s Anbu stiffened at that, taking defensive positions beside him. Gaara didn’t move, only his eyes grew thinner in skepticism. You realized you said the wrong thing, turning your gaze away timidly. You had to be careful, realizing how others might see you as a threat. A foreigner with no memory but only the knowledge of the Kazekage. Who wouldn’t think that was fishy?

Fear and confusion swept over you instantly. You wondered what they were going to do with you and wondered why you couldn’t remember anything. You had no answers and the only clear thing you could recall involved Gaara, but how in the world were you going to explain that to them? You couldn’t.

They would think you were crazy. You could feel your heart beginning to race inside your chest. You were starting to panic.

How was any of this real?

The shinobi around you began to fade as the rest of the outside world became a blur. Your breathing ran ragged and all you could hear was your heartbeat thumping in your ears.

“Everyone give them room! Their having a panic attack,” a nurse barked out at the Anbu in the room.

A medical ninja was soon at your side, trying to talk over your heavy breathing. While you were being attended to by the medical staff, the rest of the company in the room was instructed to leave. The Sand Anbu and Gaara obliged and made their move to exit.

When you saw Gaara leaving, your anxiety began to pick up.

“St…. Stay” you tried to wheeze out.

Gaara hesitated at the door looking over his shoulder at you. He recognized that you were addressing him while the rest of his Anbu that resided in the room froze. Gaara’s eyes met yours, seeming to stare right into your soul. He saw how frighten your eyes were and the desperation in them but he couldn’t stay.

He faced forward once again and exited the door. He knew his Anbu would want to discuss the foreigner and their theories. Gaara needed time to sort through the stranger himself and the mystified answers you gave. Plus, he knew he was going to need answers as it wouldn’t take long for the council to hear about this. He knew that the council will want to know what he plans to do about this intruder. He wasn’t even quite sure what he was going to do as he entered the foyer with his guardsmen.

It wasn’t until a week had passed that the interrogation unit and background check investigation still had not come up with any new information about you. The report Gaara had received was unenlightening as very little information was given. Mostly it only informed him of your temperament as you had reverted to being mute again. After your panic attack and being monitored for two days at the hospital with guards at your door, you were moved to Suna’s penitentiary.

There you had been locked up and left to your isolation. You had only been visited by the interrogation unit the first few days of your confinement. Every day after each session, you grew quieter and reserved. You had also been visited by the investigation unit. Their visits was more intrusive as they came to collect DNA samples to run. You were growing weary in your cage and it was noted in the file that Gaara held.

He read how the you were having bouts of depression that would be understandable for any one in your position. However, the most curious aspect to him was that the interrogation unit reported that it seemed your memory was growing worse. To the point that simple questions like what your favorite food was, you didn’t even know and you seemed to be aware of your memory slipping. This all made your depression worse, which made Gaara feel the need to visit you again. He needed to assess your condition himself and his guards followed him to Suna’s penitentiary.

He made them wait in the shadows as he wanted to personally speak with you. When he found you at your cell, you had been huddled up on the mattress.

The moment you saw him, you shot up. You were elated to see him again, wanting to speak but realizing how dry your throat was.  

“It seems you could use some fresh air. Care to take a walk with me?” Gaara offered smoothly, his voice rich and strong.

You nodded your head readily, standing up on weak limbs. You hadn’t moved for a long time. Although your legs felt stiff, it also felt lovely to stretch. Gaara had your cell unlocked and you followed him. He led you at a mild pace from your cell through the stairwell and onto the rooftop of the penitentiary.

Once that rooftop door opened, you felt the dry yet cool evening air. You breathed in deeply, appreciating the fresh air. You didn’t realize how much you need this until you stepped fully onto the rooftop. Your mood instantly improving.

Both of you made your way to the ledge. The silence of your journey did not unsettle you. You were merely comforted by his presence alone.

You looked out onto the setting, seeing as the sun was dipping down behind the dunes as you felt the temperature was dropping.

“The sunset is exquisite, wouldn’t you agree?” Gaara started casually.

“Yes… its almost picturesque in a way,” you commented. Your voice was a little rough from lack of use as you recalled panels from the books and shows you had seen the sunset displayed on before.

Gaara watched the fading sun dance in your eyes. He could see this one adventure had improved your mood yet you still held your arms close to your body as if shielding yourself. He knew you were no shinobi because your chakra felt small and flickered unusually. Your physical physique was also a tale tell sign that you were not a shinobi. In fact, the softness of your body was unlike many shinobi and even civilians. He assumed you were nothing more than a commoner, but he had seen many clever acts before.

“The others tell me you have been rather mute again. That you still can’t recall your past, yet you know precisely where you are and know handful of information about our society,” Gaara informed while staring out over his village.

Your shoulders tensed and you remained silent. You had to bite your tongue in his presence. There was so much you wanted to confide in him but so much you needed to hold back. It was not safe for you to tell them how you are not from this world. You don’t know where your from but you knew that they would think you were insane if you told them so. You were struggling within yourself, your eyes betraying you as they anxiously swept back and forth against the landscape.

“I can’t help but feel you are hiding something,” Gaara continued with ease. His voice sounded inviting compared to the voices and tones you received from the interrogation unit.

You sighed heavily in exasperation. “What’s the point? You’ll either see me as a spy or you’ll think I’m crazy.”

“How so?” Gaara probed, his gaze turning to you.

You saw the judgement-free look in his eyes and couldn’t help but to confess.

“Where I come from… this” You gestured to the landscape as you continued. “Suna, Konoha, Kumogakure, Iwagakure, Kirigakure… exists but in a story. A story that I had loved and is the only thing clear enough for me to remember. I can’t remember anything else! I don’t know where I’m from, how I got here, or who I am. Its all a blur” you listed off everything that has been bothering you, suddenly feeling relieved for sharing your frustration.

You peered at Gaara, seeing the look in his eyes unwavering and your heart soared. He didn’t think you were crazy.

“Is that how you know me? Am I featured in this so-called story?” Gaara questioned, his voice devoid of emotions.

“Yes, you had played an important role in the plot,” you answered, honestly.

“What was the story called?” Gaara inquired.

“Naruto.”

Gaara paused at that, his gaze traveling back to Suna’s landscape.

“But you don’t know who you are?” Gaara quipped again.

You shook your head regrettably. “I can’t remember any of my past.”

Gaara heard the sincerity in your voice. He knew you believed what you said.  

“The past does not need to be recalled to learn who you are. It is who we choose to be. I say you have a blank canvas to work with, I suggest you decide who you want to be,” Gaara spoke smoothly, turning from the scene to head back to the penitentiary.

You watched him stalk to the open staircase door, his back turned towards you. If you were a ninja you could have fled in that moment, but you weren’t a ninja. You realized Gaara was giving you the opportunity to escape. You were being unknowingly tested.

Any other foreigner that meant to harm him, would have done so in that moment. They would have striked at his back. The fact that you didn’t even budge was proof for Gaara’s case that you weren’t after him and the fact you didn’t escape was proof you weren’t a rogue ninja. Gaara could see you were a gentle and soft individual but appearances and hunches were not proof. He needed evidence and although this would not sway the council and his Anbu’s fears, it gave him enough to at least lessen your confinement.

When Gaara looked back at you, he spoke with direction for you to follow him. You did so obediently, knowing you would follow this man to the ends of the Earth but for now, you were escorted back to your cell.

When you were in your room again, you looked upon it drearily. Your heart was sinking at the thought of being alone again as the door to your cell locked. You sat on your bed, looking dejected when Gaara spoke to you once again.

“Don’t forget what I said,” he reminded calmly as he made his exit.

He couldn’t help but feel it was wrong of him to leave you in a cage. However, he needed time to process the words you had spoken today.

He wasn’t sure if they were true but he knew you said them with earnest.