"Did you really think you'd get that far, Sakura?" He breathed, holding the kunai against her neck.
"I plan on getting even further, Sensei." She spat at him, lips curling derisively behind her mask.
He pressed the cold metal further into her neck, reminding her of the precarious situation she was in. His single Sharingan spun angrily as he tried to get her in a genjutsu that would subdue her but not hurt her. He considered his next words carefully. "I guess your plans will be ruined then because you won't get past me."
A secret, cold smile graced Sakura's features then. "Well you certainly have a lot to learn, Hatake-san." The smile turned to a vicious grin with the way his eyes narrowed at how she addressed him. "I've changed in your absence."
"With those words, she gripped his wrist tightly, moving her neck away and following with a kick. That was the start of a very fierce taijutsu match, earning each of them bruises. He caught her punch, twisting her arm to break it, and then he leaped away to avoid a giant fireball. He followed with a Suiton which she countered with a Doton. Then they were in close combat again and Sakura was quickly gaining the upper hand. He was wearing thin from overusing the Sharingan. Finally, she got particularly lucky after whispering one of his favourite sayings back at him.
"I've learned to look underneath the underneath. Aren't you proud of me now?" She dodged the fist that came for her face, reactively gripping his wrist and kicking his side solidly. The satisfying crunch of his entire left side of his ribcage cracking could be heard as he yelled out in agony. Simultaneously, she could hear the pop of his arm coming out of its socket and she let go of his wrist, allowing him to drop hard on the rooftop. She could hear his ragged breathing; a sure sign that his lung was punctured.
She finally lifted her mask so the last thing he saw was her cold expression before his slipped off to oblivion. "That was for Hidan, you self-righteous bastard." She hissed before setting a red flare off to get people to find him. Then she ripped his hitai-ate from his head, pinning it to the cold stone beside his head with a kunai tied with a red ribbon. The she disappeared into the night as Death gleefully approached the Copy Nin. Just as quickly, panicked steps and shouts reached him. Perhaps it would be this time that the Reaper could wrap his cold, spindly fingers around the ever elusive Scarecrow's neck.
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Okay so this is completely unedited, and I just wrote it like ten minutes ago and I have no idea where the hell I'm going with it, but um. Let me know what you think, please? I don't know if I want to continue it without thoughts first. I'm already trying to solidify the backdrop on how this fic came to be. Or something. Please review, okay? Okay. C: