Disclaimer: Just because I have to, although I'm sure you all know this already...Any characters that are from Naruto do not belong to me...Although I do wish I could have Sasuke and Itachi.
And if you don't know who the aforementioned people are, well, go play in traffic. Seriously.
Wrong Turn: The Mission
Sakura trudged through Snow Country mumbling under her breath, all the while clenching and unclenching her hands, as though she desperately need to choke something. Kami, how she hated the snow and being cold. Kami, she reallyhated the snow and the cold. The things she would do for her village. But really, that idiot of a Hokage knows how much she hates being cold.
Thinking about the Rukodaime caused a soft, small smile to appear on Sakura's face. She could still remember vividly the day Naruto became the Hokage and achieved his goal. Sakura remembered because it was the one day when hewas not on anyone's mind, not even hers. But, the memory was short lived as an exceptionally cold burst of wind blasted Sakura in the face causing her to curse her best friend's name.
The wind started to pick up and the snow started to fall heavier and much more quickly. Realizing this, Sakura turned her back to the biting wind and reached insider her cloak to pull out a specially made scroll. Once she located it, she extracted it from her cloak and squatted down on her haunches.
Carefully Sakura unraveled the scroll and placed it on the snow covered ground, using her body to block as much of the winder has her five foot tall, one hundred fifteen pound frame would allow. She then removed her right glove and bit her thumb, allowing blood to well-up. Quickly, before the blood would cauterize or freeze, Sakura dragged her thumb across the scroll. In a puff of smoke, which was quickly blown away, Sakura's pack appeared, sitting on the scroll. Making a mental note to thank Nailo(1) when she got back home, Sakura replace her glove back onto her hand and extracted a hat, a scarf, and a pair of goggles. Channeling chakra into her hand, Sakura pushed her pack back down into the scroll and watched as it slowly disappeared. Once that was done, Sakura rolled the scroll up, replace it in the proper spot, and jerked her cloak's hood off her head.
Sakura quickly placed on the goggles, to help keep the snow out of her eyes, tugged on that hat to help keep her ears and forehead warm, and wrapped the scarf around the lower half of her face. She really hated the snow. Once everything was in place, Sakura straightened up and tugged the fur-lined cloak hood back up over head and turned to keep plowing her way through the snow and wind.
Being a medic-nin had its advantages, like the fact that Sakura could control her body temperature better then any combat-nin could, and along with the fact that she had had perfect chakra control, it allowed her to warm up different body parts that were getting too cold to be healthy. But none of that would matter if she did not find shelter before dark. Sakura did not have enough chakra to keep warm all night, especially when it could drop down to below -50 degrees(2). And night would be here in the next two hours. She really needed to find shelter and fast.
As Sakura continued walking, she squinted her eyes, looking everywhere for any type of shelter, Hell, she would bunker down under a rock if she had to! It was at that thought that Sakura saw it. A light. At first Sakura thought she had just imagined it because it was so randomly placed and she could not fin it again, but after a minute more of walking and searching, Sakura caught sight of it again.
A warning bell suddenly went off in Sakura's head as she made her way towards the light. And it had nothing to do with the light ahead. Sakura quickly shot a glance back over her shoulder and whispered an 'oh shit'. Her two hours were up. She needed to get inside now.
Gathering her chakra down into the soles of her feet, Sakura dashed off quickly, not wanting to take her chances in even the beginning of dark. Not daring a look back either, Sakura went as fast as she could. She was scared. She did not have a lot of chakra left and she was never the fastest ninja.
"Shit, shit, shit!" whispered a frantic Sakura. She could feel the air getting colder around her. Not. Good. At seeing the slight outline of a small cabin, Sakura put on an extra burst of speed she did not know she had.
There!As if her ass was on fire, Sakura burst through the door, without so much of a second thought to whom or what could be on the other side, and slammed the door closed. Letting out a breath she did not know she was holding, Sakura turned around and began taking in her surroundings.
The cabin was nothing special and offered no evidence of whoever owned it. Sakura walked farther into the room, allowing more heat to soak into her. Sensing no one was here, Sakura decided to make herself at home and crept over to the couch that was pushed up against the wall, between two dark archways. The left archway seemed to lead into a kitchen and the right archway seemed to be a hallway that led farther into the cabin.
Collapsing onto the couch, Sakura pulled off her bitch boots(3), the scarf, the hat, and the goggles. Then, using the scarf and hat as a pillow, Sakura rested her head on the arm of the couch that was near the kitchen and stretched her legs out. She let out a small, contented sigh and drew her cloak tighter around her body. As Sakura let her eyes fall shut, her last thoughts were that of Konoha and all the people she loved there and the faint fear that she picked the wrong place to fall asleep at. Oh how right she was.
1. Nailo is all mine. She's my character I usually use in my other stories.
2. The degrees are in Fahrenheit.
3. Bitch boots were the only way I could really describe them. Pretty much their leather boots that zip up to right under the knee with 1-3 inch heels that are thick soled. You could pretty much brain some one with them. You just don't mess with the bitch boots.
Fun Fact for the Day: Fish can cough.