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[choseanidiot]

It didn't take long to wake up after the dream ended and the call for 'next stop, Utopia Academy' (what was this, a Wa train?) to penetrate the hazy fog of near-waking. Enki woke with a start, because what he was sleeping on wasn't soft enough to be his bed. He also happened to have his head in someone's lap. The name he'd been about to mumble died unsaid, because he couldn't remember. How. Could he not remember the name of his nyokai?

Getting up from the bench fast enough to render everything a blur (and too quick, so close to waking, so he stumbled back against the window), Enki stared at the young man whose lap he'd... borrowed. It wasn't Shoryu. That would be understandable if it had been, but it wasn't.

"Who are you?" So he solved that by demanding a name, all the while trying to figure out what was going on. He couldn't feel his nyokai (HOW could he not remember her name?) or any of his shirei, nor the presence of the king. How was that even possible.

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[ninjasloveme]

Gaara hadn't been asleep for some time, but the deep sleep of his neighbour - and his weight - had necessitated that he remain perfectly still, awake or not. It had, at least, meant that he had plenty of time to think without giving in to the temptation to lash out or do something equally rash. So when the boy who had been using him as a pillow woke up and began to panic, his own expression remained perfectly composed.

"Gaara, fifth Kazekage of the village of Sand. You are?"