Gaara Backpack Novels & Stories

Now it was even more horrifying. Joshaya had wrapped up his arsenal of weapons and slung them over his back. He had various straps he used to attach the package to his waist and shoulders. He had the look of a tried and tested warrior off to find his next great battle. We had the look of three English kids messing about in the woods hoping to find a box of abandoned porn.

Possibly the best decision Garrik had made since I'd met him. A knock sounded at my door. Six. Exactly. I opened it. Garrik stood outside carrying several packs. I stared at them. Then at him. “Are we moving into the mountain?” “No.” “Because this looks like we're moving into the mountain.” He handed me one. It was heavier than I expected. “What is in this?” “Food. Water. Parchment. Charcoal. Ink. Quills.” I opened it. There was enough parchment inside to document half of Ironfang.

Hell, I’ve killed for them before now and the fact he shut me out really hurt, but it’s not about me as long as he is ok that is all that matters to me. “I’m glad to have you back and, of course, Gaia. Don’t shut me out again, Gabe. I love you. See you both when you get back. I will have clothes ready for you both.” I hear him chuckle. I know how they both are. Clothes would have got shredded and I don’t want pack members seeing what is mine.

Meanwhile, my eyes–traitors–couldn’t help following the way his abs tensed, how the muscles dipped into that tantalizing V… I closed my eyes for a moment, trying not to picture it. “Clothes should be here by now,” he said casually. Before I could question him, a rustle sounded nearby, and one of Gabe’s pack members–thankfully with eyes cast firmly downward–dropped a bag by a tree before quickly retreating.I darted for the bag, rummaging through it, yanking out shorts and a loose button-down. I tossed the bag in Gabe’s direction without looking at him. “Turn around.” With a dramatic sigh, he turned. “What, shy now? After how cozy we were?”

Maybe it was because Jake had already shown her that he was vulnerable to her and she didn’t have to fear his ridicule. Maybe it’s because you did magic. “I’m almost done,” she said, by way of apology. The second bag was much more densely packed than the first one, and much more practically, as well. There were two pairs of pants, six neatly folded squares of underwear, a raincoat, a sweater, three pairs of striped socks that clearly came out of the same package. A small plastic bag contained a bar of soap, a travel-size bottle of shampoo, a yellow toothbrush, and a half-used tube of Colgate. On top of everything was a canister of Planters salted peanuts, a bruised apple, and a sandwich wrap

I took it, mainit pa siya. Lolo sat on the sofa beside my bed, "Ito pala. Vian, bag mo." He handed out the black backpack. May embroided na V sa front nito, tapos may nakapalibot sa V na ugat na may torns. Customized yata 'to. May keychain sa malaking zipper. Kulay puti ito, bola siya na may puting fur. "Thank you po. Tamang-tama po, 'di po ako nakabili ng bag nung namili kami ni Lola."

The Mechanical Logic of the Trek Aria brought up the rear, her "Incisive" gray eyes scanning the "Null State" of the horizon through tactical goggles. She carried the "System-Stabilizer" pack—a collection of "Physical Assets" including dehydrated rations, "Analog" fire-starters, and the "Incisive" dagger that had become an extension of her "Fragile Strength."

Zara, a gentle soul with a talent for needlework, presented Thane with a beautifully embroidered waistcoat, adorned with intricate, silver thread patterns. Glena, a wise and aged pack member, gifted Thane with a rare, leather-bound tome containing the collective wisdom of their pack's ancient lore. "May this sacred knowledge guide and inspire you, dear Thane, as you navigate the trials and tribulations of your journey," she said, her eyes shining with a deep, abiding wisdom.

More knives, two automatic rifles, two handguns, two grenades, a smoke bomb, a garrote. Damnit, there were still too many things to simply leave behind. I fished around in the sides of the bag and found a hidden sash with something stuffed in it. I chuckled in relief when I saw it was a backpack. Of course Garcia would've thought of that need. This was his area of expertise anyways. The backpack wouldn't contain all the duffel bags I carried but it was better than having to strap too many things to my body. I threw in bolt cutters, two flashlights, flash bombs, all the bullet clips that wouldn't fit into my coat pockets and two more guns.

I better remember that my Caravan is at Hilldale Village, can't leave my portal mirror there. * Sound of door opening* " Kean, I'm back! There wasn't anything close to your uniform so I brought some extra pieces." Hikaru says as he hands me, a huge satchel of clothes without looking at me. " Thanks!" Man! He brought a lot... A cotton white hoody with no sleeves, a black vest, a leather jacket with shoulder guards, a white fancy button-down shirt, a black cloak.... there's still a lot more underneath. ..... I think I even saw underwear... Yup, I did... At least he brought in a big satchel.