The Kazekage had been receiving reports that someone in Akatsuki apparel had been spotted near their territory. The redhead sighed, a dozen different thoughts dancing through his mind as he called his siblings in. Punctual as ever, the ever-creepy Kankuro and the sirenlike Temari stood in his office. As usual, Temari was the one who spoke.
"What is it, Lord Kazekage?" Gaara groaned in exasperation.
"I told you to just call me Gaara!" Temari rolled her eyes. "Whatever. One of the Akatsuki has been spotted on our border. You two need to go check it out." They both nodded, and left without a word.
-Three hours later-
"When are we gonna find this Akatsuki?" Kankuro whined. Temari glared at him as they approached the cliffs.
"Would you just shut up, we're almost there." Maybe a minute later, Temari stopped her brother in his tracks, fiddling with puppet strings. "Scratch that, we got it." He pulled her brother into the scrub where they were, sand outfits hiding them well. Not 200 feet off were not one, not two or even three, but all ten members of the infamous Akatsuki. They were muttering quietly, and one voice identified as a woman. One voice, immeasurably deep and commanding, silenced the rest.
"Itachi, Kisame, Hidan, Kakuzu, you will come with me. Konan, Zetsu and Tobi, stay here. Sasori, Deidara, you're on patrol around the hideout." All nodded silent assent, and departed if applicable. Zetsu and Tobi headed off, walking right where the sand duo had not two minutes ago. The last one turned, and stared directly at Temari in the scrub. The member rose high on wings that weren't there before, and readied a ninjutsu, but stayed her hand. Their eyes were locked, and neither at first wanted to look away. The look in the angel woman's eyes was clear: Leave. Temari sighed, ever so quietly, but it was enough to break Kankuro from his fearful position and take off running, his sister in unwilling tow.
"Are you trying to get us both killed, you gooey-eyed moron?" Temari hardly responded, her mind fighting to hold the memory of the face of the angel who was doomed to be her enemy.