It was well past midnight as a slim figured ash-blonde crept back down the walkway of the unsavory motel. As she found her way down the adjacent alleyway, she threw off her dark coat and hat into a dumpster that reeked of booze and excrement. It was rare for her to take a second job without completing the first, but hell, everyone has bills.

"Just another day." She thought to herself, wishing she had kept the jacket. It had been cooler tonight than she had planned for, her black crop top offering little protection for the night's stiff breeze as it wound its way through her hair and crept up her spine, dead fingers in the darkness.

The job itself had been easy enough, hell, the moron hadn't even locked the door! A silver haired man with a scar over one of his eyes, the young brunette with him as well. She hadn't been part of the contract, but an assassin who leaves witnesses isn't an assassin for long.

Her contact had made little mention of the first contract, seeing as they had given her so little useful information, the job had no clear deadline anyways. There was no reason to let them know she had already found her target, she needed time to think.

"Home sweet home." Sakura thought numbly, already reaching to undo her wig. It had been a short walk, not that she had anywhere to be. She considered her unorthodox hours a gift at this point, whenever she tried getting anything done in the afternoon, she'd have an obnoxious blonde following her around.

"You'd think the woman would be at her flower shop!" she grumbled to herself, turning on the hot water for her shower. She would always do this after a she completed a contract, stepping into the shower and letting it run over her shoulders till there was no hot water left. Every detail of her targets last moments projected on a loop in the screen of her mind's eye. The water couldn't wash it away, but it was easier to drown it out here than in bed alone.

The pinkette awoke, groggy and disoriented. The sun had begun peeking through the shades, but that couldn't have woken her by itself, she thought, rising to her feet. *knock, knock, knock* Who knew she was here? None of the other tenants had paid her much mind, though Ino's constant chatter had certainly raised a few eyebrows. Grabbing Ice, she slowly crept towards the door. The chain on the door lock was a flimsy aluminum, and wouldn't take much to force through if she were to find herself on the other side of the bullet.

"Open up forehead, it's me!" said Ino, much too loud for this early in the morning. "You've got to be kidding me" sighed Sakura, putting Ice back where she had picked it up. "Give me a minute!" she yelled back, knowing the blondes listening skills were on par with that of steel girder.