my new story everyone! this is all within the same world as my other "Naruto" stories! (Ruin and Sumara will be in these stories! ps-i might end up continuing Ruin's story, i might, but i'm not sure. well, technically this is a slight continuation of the story...so ya.) plz read ^_^
These people were pretty dumb if they thought I was going to stay for long.
They had me cornered. My back was pressed against the cool metal surface of my prison as they approached. Of course, they were more or less making my plan work much better than I had planned. I just needed them to take one more step forward, just the tiniest of steps and I could-
"Enough!" hissed an icy voice that came from behind the wall of bodies. They stiffened, as if waiting to be chided for disobeying their leader. But I could see it in their eyes that they knew one more step and I would be gone.
The owner of the icy voice stepped close enough so I could see a flash of red hair. Really? This guy should have thought about dying his hair if he ever wanted to hide well. I bet an enemy ninja could see that hair from a mile away. I almost laughed out loud. Almost. I wasn't nearly comfortable enough to let a laugh slip from my chapped lips.
"Back off," the voice hissed again. The men took a reluctant step back. "Very good, now leave us!" the voice commanded.
"But, my Lord," one of the men tried to protest.
The voice cut him off. "I said leave us!" This guy was pissed off.
Yay, now I had to deal with a pissed off 3 year old.
I squeezed my eyes tight as I tried to focus. Just a few more seconds…
"Open your eyes," the voice commanded.
I snorted a laugh. Where did this guy get off? Tell me what to do like he owned me?
I opened one my eyes just to be a smartass. "Looks like my eye is broken. Too bad." I had to resist the urge to stick my tongue out at him.
The guy just stood there, arms crossed over his chest, blue eyes filled with a never ending void of nothingness. I almost flinched away from that gaze, almost. I steeled myself from my emotion and tried to mimic his coldness.
"Stop crossing your arms," I hissed to him in a pretty good impression of his voice.
This got me a scowl and in return I scowled back. Then an arch of his forehead where is eyebrows should be. I uncrossed my arms, covered up my eyebrows, and arched them so that I could look a bit like him.
"This is just like trying to persuade a dog to be a cat," he mumbled and sighed.
Of course, being my usual smartass self, I mimicked him, but made my analogy better than his. "This is just like trying to persuade a red head with blue eyes and no eyebrows to go the hell away."
This was not met by a scowl, but by a woosh of sand rapping around my torso. I tried to keep my stony face in place, I wanted to adopt that uncomfortable calm that seemed to possess this guy. But it didn't work out that way. I gasped as the sand tightened around me.
"Go on, make a smartass comment, I dare you." His voice was chilling, terrifying. I had never heard such blatant fury nor had I seen it.
I wanted to say, "What are you going to do? Sand castle me to death?" but I knew this guy meant business. I just stood there, letting the sand writhe around me like a snake strangling its prey. It was easy to tell who the prey was in this situation, and who the snake was.
"What do you want?" I snapped at him.
"Just try and be a bit more obedient," he hissed in response.
Like a dog? Okay, what's your first command? Fetch? I wanted to scream this out. But I remained silent.
"Wow, looks like someone was in the sandbox for a bit to long," joked a voice over the slam of the heavy door.
The owner of the voice came into view. This guy wore and all black outfit with peculiar purple face paint. His hair stuck up like the red head but instead of bright red it was a soft brown.
"What are you doing here, Kankuro?" the red head asked the brown head. His voice was softer when he asked, perhaps kinder?
"Heard you had a little trouble dealing with a patient," Kankuro said, nodding towards me.
"It's no big deal, she was just about to listen when you came in."
"Sure, Gaara. I can tell by how the sand is making her a comfy coat that you were just being so reasonable."
The red head, now known as Gaara, just glared forward. He grunted. "Whatever." The sand dropped from me.
The two stood there, one with his arms crossed, the other in a relaxed posture.
"Start talking," Gaara commanded.