❝I never thought I would be the one running away…❞

Tired fingers ran through pink bangs. The other hand clenched the wheel as the foot added more speed by stepping on the gas-pedal. They had been driving for hours now; what seemed to have been days. Even though they were in the middle of nowhere, her heart still hammered with at least a hundred miles per hour. The sign of border between Iwagakure and Sunagakure came in sight. Lazy brown eyes gazed at the tons of sand that suddenly appeared before the car. Suna's dessert… it was just as much of a wilderness as Iwa's rocky hills. You wouldn't be able to see what came around the next corner.

"You can wake up now, we have crossed the border" the owner of the brown irises said. A groan of disapproval from the passenger next to her made her smirk a bit.

"What time is it?" a deep masculine voice questioned tiredly.

"9:30pm" she said. Her eyelids were closing and opening very slowly, indicating her tiredness. A nod was all she got in response. She didn't need spoken words.

"Where the hell are we?"

"Suna"

"I thought you said Konoha?"

"The difference between Suna and Konoha is; Suna has no disclosure obligations on people who are not registered here" the female spoke, giving the man next to her a quick glance. A smirk crept upon his lips as he muttered 'smartass'. Looking out the window, said blunette male could see a city in the horizon. He assumed that must have been the capital. It wasn't there he had been the most, and judging from the younger female's concentration, something told him that she wasn't very familiar with this country either. Sounded like a good solution.

"Yah, Kisame" the female next to him began, letting small traces of her dialect slip in the process. Responding with a simple 'hm' he waited for her to go on.

"You hungry?" said blunette named Kisame turned his attention to the 9 years younger female on the drivers-seat. Now that she mentioned it, they hadn't had anything to eat since the early morning.

"Who's thinking with the stomach now, eh, Kini?", Kisame asked with a grin plastered on his face. The young woman rolled her eyes at her nickname. It was usually reserved for her brother to use. It made her heart hurt. He did not really have to rub salt in the open wounds of hers, but decides not to say anything about it. She doesn't want to hurt herself even further.

"Something along those lines" she chuckled and parked the white Evo outside a small twenty-four hours open market. They needed supplies, seeing they had been on the run all day and left with nothing but a few belongings and the money they had earned the last couple of months.

"You do know we still don't have a place to stay, right?" Kisame murmured in a deep masculine voice. Nodding her head, Kisha barely looked at him. Suna was a pretty big place; they would probably find some place to stay for the night.

"Make yourself useful" Kisha told him, shoving a few of the bags in his arms. Scoffing, Kisame carried the bags into the trunk before they left the place. Kisha admitted to herself Suna wasn't her favourite place with all the sand, but she didn't complain about the weather though. After driving another hour they reached a small village. You couldn't exactly call it village. It was more a small group of houses by the foot of a small cliff. The windows were pitch-black. Parking the car a few metres from there, the two of them made their way around. It seemed abandoned; creepy to say the least.

"Doesn't seem like there's anyone here" Kisame said as he glanced through a window. Looking at another, Kisha simply shrugged. Gripping the doorknob, surprise was written all over her face. The door wasn't even locked. There wasn't anyone there.

"I'll get the car" the red head stated, brushing her pink-dyed bangs out of her face. It seemed like they would have a place to stay for the night, Kisame figured. The home he entered was dusty, sand here and there, making a frown appear on his face. She had to be kidding him id she wanted to stay there. But on the other hand, they didn't have other options for now. Pulling his lighter out of his pocket he lit a lantern, finding a small fireplace in something that must have been the living room. That would provide them some warm.

❝now I know how it is to be a hunted deer…❞