Temari was awoken by the slam of her door. Her sheets were brutally ripped off of her and she was yanked out of bed. She barely had time to adjust before a pack was thrown at her.
"What the fuck?!" She screeched indignantly at the perpetrator. Gaara ignored her and began to frantically search through her drawers. She tossed the pack she held to the ground and yanked Gaara away from her drawers. Normally, she wouldn't have been so bold, but she was pissed. "The hells wrong with you?! Why are you going through my stuff?!"
When Gaara's gaze fell on her, she nearly flinched. His gaze seemed crazed. For a moment, she feared that he was having a relapse, but she quickly discarded the thought when she noticed how fearful he looked.
"What's wrong?"
"We have to leave"
"What?"
"They have kankuro already…" Gaara turned back to her drawers and began shoving clothes into a pack. Her irritation was replaced with worry.
"What?! Who is they? Where is he?" Before Gaara could answer, a crash came from downstairs and Gaara's already pale skin turned paler. Before she could react, she was tossed over his shoulder and they flew out the window. Being manhandled almost caused her to toss up her cookies but she managed to hold back.
She glanced at their pursuers to see a bunch of… strangely dressed women?
Their screeches were frightening and their single mindedness was frightening. Alone, they wouldn't be much, but there seemed to be hundreds of them trailing after them.
"What the hell.."