Hi guys guess what? :D I am writing a yuri!! omg!
well the thing is... I was bored and so was Linus (my gorgeous brother ;) no relation by blood). And since we were talking and all we came down to the ida of me writing a yuri for him :D Since he is dear to me, I thought "hey, why not?" and started writing this story the same night. I thank him for giving me the opportunity to do something like this.
I am not used to writing this, it has been ages since the last time but I'm gonna give it an honest try and see where it ends up :D the story is kind of serious and I hope you'll like it. I know the parring might be a bit odd but that was the way he wanted it ^^ the only think he gave me were the characters, the line "mission gone wrong" and the title. Oh well I came up with some titles because he couldn't XD and then he chose this one.
So here is my book to you, Thank you, little brother. with love, your sister.
hope you all enjoy it!
Warning!: This is a yuri, which means that there will be girlxgirl in it ^^ if you don't like, don't read. And if you like ;) enjoy
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any characters in it! ;O no matter how much I'd like to! so don't say I do! :O I'll be sad
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She could hear a voice whispering from the shadows of her mind, a wind of cold air bruising her skin, the fragrance of death enveloping her as she fell through the air with her arms stretched out, as if to fly away from her pain and tormenting agony. The air was rushing around her, her heart beating so hard she feared it would burst into a million pieces, chatter and spread across the universe... until suddenly her fall came to a sudden halt, leaving her there, in mid air. The ringing in her ears slowly died away, giving place for a new sound, a laughter of a woman. It warmed her frozen body, filled her with ease as she felt warm arms close around her, nurse her, love her...
"Anko-san" A voice suddenly called from somewhere beyond the darkness and she sat up with a movement so quick she managed to knock the lamp out of balance and almost caused the tent to catch fire. She quickly tossed her blanket over it, revealing her sweaty body and trembling hands to the cold evening air. She sighed in confusion and pain as she reached for her burning shoulder, her fingers brushing the still aching skin where the dark mark was visible.
"Damn it..." she whispered into the darkness of the tent now that the light had gone out. Why did they always have to wake her by yelling? She wasn't deaf and certainly, this only made her even more grumpy with them.
Grumbling over her bad awakening, she left the madras she had, until minutes ago, been sleeping on. Her bare legs immediately went cold as the sweat came in even more contact with the chilly air and her stomach grumbled as well, she had not eaten for hours. slowly she pulled on her coat, not bothering to even dress underneath it, only wearing her linen and her usual net shirt, her hair strapped in the usual way... why even bother changing it when she always woke up with it almost like that?
"What is going on here?!" She shouted as soon as she stepped out into the moonlight, looking out over the camp she and her fellow squad members had prepared the night before. Everyone seemed to be awake even though it must be three am already. Everyone now looked up, some of them looking almost like they were scared. "What?" Why do you cowards always wake me up like this?! can't you handle a thing without my help any m-"
But before she could finish the sentence, one of the men interrupted her abruptly, even though bowing it made her furious, until she heard his rapport.
"There were spies... Anko" he stated, not looking at her directly, almost as if he was ashamed. "Three of them..."
"What?!" her voice was as hard as the sting of a whip as she spoke to him, every one around them stopped, looking at their commander with both fear and respect, none of them wishing they could ever switch place with the young ninja in front of her. "What do you mean "spies"? And..?!"
"They came from the south... we had no idea and no warning... Toshiro and Ayame..." he lost his voice and her eyes widened in fear. He never ever stopped speaking otherwise... How could this be? How could she had kept on sleeping when her friends and her squad was being... killed?
"What?" Toshiro and Ayame, what!?"
She had grabbed his shirt, her heart pounding just as quickly as it had done only minutes ago as she dreamt of both pain and warmth. The man in her grip looked up, his eyes telling her everything before he even opened his moth again.
"We lost them... and there are three more hurt..."
She let him go, not caring where he fell or if he got back up on his feet, in stead she headed towards the fire and some of her friends. They were all standing there, looking down on the covered bodies of their dead companions and she felt a sting in her heart as she saw it...
Hayate looked up when she approached him, giving her a flicker of a smile, nothing more, before turning back to the body of his childhood friend Toshiro. He hid his pain. like they all had to, no matter how painful it was to loose them... they had to keep on going.
"You'll get to avenge him Hayate" she said, patting his shoulder, a bit stiffly but still in a try to comfort him. He nodded, closing his fingers around the flowers he held in his hand. The others doing the same, every one now gathering around them. "Who were they..?"
One of the women looked up and sighed, shaking her head. "Ninjas from the sand... we managed to capture one of them, but the two others managed to escape... the real problem comes if they come back to take back their comrade..."
Anko looked at the slimmed woman, followed the lines of her sorrow filled features. She had lost her friend as well today, and still she spoke of the future. Anko envied her courage, knowing that the only thing she her self could do against the pain was to be angry... And she was angry now.
"We can never have Toshiro and Ayame back" she stated, knowing that by now, every one was listening to every word she was saying. "And if we can't have our loved ones back, they can't have theirs..."
She looked back at the black haired woman, Kurenai, and she nodded back, straightened her back and looked out over the group of people.
"We'll haunt them down" she said, her voice strong and clear, not even shaking even though Anko could see the tears hidden behind that façade of emotions. "...there will be no mercy for the once who killed our friends, and we will haunt them both until they are dead or gone in other ways..."
"Hai!!"
The sound of all voices mixed into one made Anko proud, knowing they would always listen and always take care of the important things they treasured. She looked at Kurenai again, both woman nodding in agreement s they made their way back towards one of the bigger tents at the far end of the camp. They were quiet all the way until they finally entered the dusk of the red fabric.
"You okay?" She asked her friend, Kurenai nodding even though she was not.
"And besides.. we have more important things than grief at the moment..." she said, Anko agreeing even though she did not speak. "Anko-san, I need you to stay here as we persecute the other spies, can you do that?"
"You mean if they come back for the hostage?"
"Yes..." Kurenai rushed her fingers through her long curls and smiled gently. "I trust you to take care of everything here, and keep an eye on the child."
"Child?" Anko couldn't manage to keep the question in as she felt confused for a moment. "What child?"
"well... the spy" the older woman answered matter-of-factly, pulling on an outer garment at the same time as she spoke. "She can't be more than sixteen... so make sure, that even though she is an enemy, the men will not touch her?"
Anko hesitated, but nodded, Kurenai taking that as a good answer proceeded with her dressing. The very same night, only hours later, Kurenai plus eight men and woman left the camp, leaving Anko there with five ninjas and a sixteen year old girl. The day could not have started any better.
"Hayate!" she called and the man came limping out from one of the tents, he, being hurt by the attack, had not been allowed to go with the Kurenai squad no matter how much he had pleaded and now he was stuck there as well. "Where is the girl?"
"The tent next to yours" he answered shortly, and something in his face told him Kurenai had forbidden him to even go near that tent as long as the girl was in there. She sighed and started walking over there, turning back to him a little.
"And here we are... still here, baby sitting a teenage girl... oh God I hate children."
She was pleased to see a slight smile on his face again before turning away from him, her heart sinking. 'A girl...?' she thought, knowing exactly how it felt, being a girl left alone with strangers, with no clue what they'd do to you... '...that doesn't matter. She was the reason they died... there is no mercy for a girl like her...'
The dark fabric of the tent slid open as she pulled it away with her shaking fingers. The air from inside smelled like a room that had been closed for too long, and if she hadn't known there was someone in there she would never have been able to guess it. The silence was deafening, even a needle hitting the ground would have sounded like a nuclear bomb and instantly she felt shivers run down her spine. They actually keep someone in there? In the total darkness? Still she was cold inside, knowing this girl was nothing more than an assassin... not even worth killing.
"Bring a lamp" she shouted and one of her fellow companions came shortly after with what she needed, then he returned to his post as guard by the fire. She sighed, rising her arm so that the light would fall inside the tent, searching in the darkness for some kind of life. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw a figure curled up in one of the corners, blond but dirty hair falling down over her shoulders, her hands pressed against her chest, rope bound wrists and ankles. The girl was dressed in some kind of short dress, her legs stained with now dried blood and her feet bare and muddy. She certainly could not be more than sixteen... only a child.
"Girl..?" Anko said, her voice steady as she approached the body on the ground, for a moment certain the girl had already been killed or just died there, alone in the darkness. "Hey, wake up." She kicked her, not hard but firmly in the bend of her back just to get her concious, making the girl moan in a agonising response, slowly opening her eyes but narrowing them at the bright light of the lamp. Anko marvelled at how deep green they were, filled with pain and fury.
"What do you want with me?" the blond girl said, her voice firm even though Anko could clearly see the pain she was in, both being tied up like that and beaten so badly. Still, the teenage temper and her authority was ringing with poison in her voice. "Why don't you just leave me alone?"
"Hn" Anko smirked, putting the lamp down as she seated her self on the ground, not close, but close enough for the light to fully lit up the girls features. "You think you're in a position of ordering me around, little lady?"
The scorn in those green eyes was obvious and Anko smirked more, knowing just how to deal with the likes of kids like her. She watched as the girl tried to sit up, almost pulling further into the shadows as she did so, trying to wipe the dried blood and mud of her face, biting her lip hard as a wound on her cheek re-opened, causing a stream of blood trickling down her cheekbone.
"Why are you here?" Anko asked, not taking her eyes of the droplets of blood now dripping down chin. The girl flickered with her gaze towards the opening in the tent and even though she was bound, Anko could see an escape plan forming in the girl's mind. "Oh there is no point in you trying to run... you see it you step outside, I will have to kill you, so don't even think about it girl." When the girl lowered her eyes again Anko sighed and asked once more "So tell me, why are you here?"
"I could ask you the same" the girl spat, her words dripping with venom and her eyes, that now met Anko's, burning with hate. "We killed your friends didn't we?! So why don't you kill me? Why don't you take out your revenge and finish it of already?!"
Anko was surprised at this, a girl this age normally would beg for her life right? Not encourage her enemies to kill her in cold blood? She watched the girl as she breathed heavily, tears of pain reaching her eyes, she being unable to hide it no matter how much she tried with her hands and her lowered gaze.
"Why don't you kill me..? And get it over with...?"
"Because then you wouldn't be much use to us would you?" Anko said, matter of factly, snorting even though she felt some what responsible for the girl's tears. She could hear on her voice that it caused her much pain, or maybe humiliation, to still be alive. Maybe the girl though no one would come back to save her? That she would be used and abused here? Still, this girl was not afraid of dying... she was afraid of living.
She stayed quiet this time, as if there was nothing to argue about. She must know her self how valuable she must be. They could use her as a hostage, or maybe torture her until she spoke, she could reveal things about their enemies... Anko knew how it felt, being in that position and she even pitied this girl, being so young and still the victim of war.
"What's your name?" She asked, not really caring, but she wanted to know. Even though she knew that the less you knew about your enemy, the easier it is to kill them in the end, she couldn't just keep speaking to this child like if she was an object. Even though she might come to regret getting closer to this girl, there was nothing she could do, she had already asked the question.
The gilr seemed to be thinking the same, because she hesitated, looking back into Anko's grey-purple orbs with curious eyes before speaking with her steady, defiant voice. "Temari..."
Anko only nodded, standing up and brushing the sand of her clothes. "I'll be back later... and be sure you have something to tell me by then. Your friends will not come to rescue you, but I guess you already figured that out." The girl didn't answer, just kept looking up at her with those deep green oceans, making Anko unnerved. She turned as quickly as possible, not wanting to drown in them, pulling the fabric back again, feeling the cold, fresh night air hit her face again.
"You..." the girl started, making her stop in her steps to listen, but didn't turn. "...you're not like the others are you?"
She didn't answer, silently cursing herself for being so stupid. She was always the one filled with temper, yelling at every one. The others had respect for her, so why did a girl like Temari do this to her? Making her sound soft beside the others? Her name rang in her ears, making her shake her head slightly to get rid of it. Why had she even asked about her name? This would only cause problems... Without a word she left the tent and the girl, Temari, behind her, heading towards the fire. What point was there in sleeping when she knew what waited her in her dreams..? Besides, she needed to remind her self of what that girl really was... a killer.
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"And there is no word from Kurenai yet?" She asked as she adjusted her clothes, Hayate shaking his head behind her back pulling the blanket around his back and sighing.
"They are coming by later to pick up the bodies... some one from the village that is" he said, lowering his gaze as she looked back at him, seeing his shoulders relax and almost shake with a sudden shudder, tears now falling from his dark eyes. She bit her lip, looking at his exhausted body, his shaking hands and his tears. She was not good at comforting people, she was not good at showing emotions at all, still, Hayate had lost his childhood friend just hours ago, there must be something she could do.
Slowly she walked over to the bed again, kneeling down beside him, putting a hesitate hand on his shoulder, the weight of it causing him to turn his body towards her, burying his head in her shoulder, gripping the front of her garment as his tears soaked the fabric.
"Hayate..." she whispered, trying to reach out for him by pulling her arms tight around his shaking back. "...we did all we could. He will be proud of you, he already is... I promise."
They sat there for almost an hour, Hayate's tears still falling no matter how much she comforted, her pain growing to as she thought of the smiles they had lost, those jokes Toshiro had used on her when ever she was being grumpy, Ayame's calm voice waking her in the mornings when he had made breakfast...
"They will pay for what they have done" she whispered, feeling the man nod under her hands. "I'll make sure of it, so don't you worry any more, they will have peace now Hayate..."
Eventually he calmed down, wiping his face with the back of his hand, looking at her again, making her smile at his childish face. "Now you try to get some rest" she said, pulling the blanket around him again. "And I'll go outside and deal with everything, okey?"
He nodded, letting her put him to bed like if he was a child, melting her heart an inch as she even kissed his forehead. Sometimes, maybe it was okay to feel satisfied and content? You didn't have to be mad or sad all the time right? As she left the tent, she rubbed her neck again, feeling the numb mark still ache as she run her fingertips over it. What were they fighting against this time? Children? Or was Temari the youngest of the three? Where did she come from? The Sand country? Sound? As the men came to collect the bodies, Hayate came out to say farewell to his friends, along with the rest of the remaining camp. She stood at a distance, watching them as they prayed, thinking about the girl still tied up in the tent... What was the difference between her and that girl? Kill or get killed...
When she opened the tent once more, the air was even thicker than before, the darkness ever so blinding and not even the breath of the girl was hared, still, Anko could seance her presence in there as she walked inside without hesitation. The lamp in her hand lightened up the face of the younger one, her cheeks still dirty, her hands clasping each other. She was sleeping it seemed, her eyes closed hard as if in the world of nightmares.
"Temari..?" Anko whispered, knowing she should not be using her name, still aware of how nightmares affected you, knowing the best way of waking from them was by hearing some one whispering your name. The girl twitched but did not wake up, her hands only tightening their grip harder. Anko looked at her filthy body, wondering if any one even cared to give the gir food... or even water. It didn't matter though, since the girl was an enemy...
"Temari" she said again, not whispering this time, not knowing how to feel as he saw the girls closed eyelids twitch as tears sprung out of them. She leaned closer to the blond girl, reaching out with her hand almost as if to touch her shoulder for comfort, as she had done with Hayate but stopped her self at once...
"Brother..." the girl whispered, making Anko widen her eyes, pulling her hand back as the girl in front of her slowly opened her eyes, rubbing them softly in the light of the lamp. Anko moved back, half standing up, pulling out a kunai from her waist.
"Girl" she said, the word making those green eyes snap open in a second, Temari sitting up quickly and pulling back towards the wall in fright. She must have though she was back at home, Anko thought, even feeling guilty. Now see, this wouldn't have happened if she hadn't been so stupid, asking about the girl's name. She looked away, tightening her fingers around her weapon. She had to do this, other wise she would never know who this girl was and who she worked for. Slowly she looked back into that frightened face hiding all her emotions in the locker of her heart.
"What are you doing...?" The girl whispered, looking at the edge of the knife as Anko came closer. "You said you wouldn't kill me...?"
"I'm not going to kill you..." Anko answered, taking in a deep breath kneeling down beside the girl that could not get any further away from her now. "Care to tell me why you are here now...? Or do I have to hurt you?"
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Oh my? what will happen next? What is it that Anko does to Temari? And why is the girl already ready to die instead of fighting to live? After all living is the greater battle. Keep reading and find out in next chapter :D
and please review ;) I'll be pleased if you do!