Eliza Kimimura walked the streets of Suna she knew so well, waiting for something of interest to happen. Her head jerked up in surprise as an explosion echoed behind her. Turning around quickly to see what caused this commotion, she caught a glimpse of a red head in a cloak jump out of a building with a sack slung over his shoulder. It was most likely filled with money, for he jumped out the window of the Suna bank. Eliza hesitated... Why was no one chasing him? She really didn't want today was her day off... Though still no one took chase. Letting out a defeated sigh, Eliza dashed after the mysterious rouge, her lavender eyes dark. Whoever did this would receive a serious beating... What'd she need assistance for anyways? She wanted to enjoy hearing this thief shriek on her own.
After trailing him about a thousand miles from Suna, Eliza was getting pretty fed up of lurking in the shadows. Yet at that moment, the rouge stopped and turned around, a dull look on his face.
"I don't know who you are, Suna Nin, but I know you're there. Stop hiding like some the scum you are and come face me".
Eliza debated answering his call for a moment, twiddling a piece of her purple hair. The rouge made no effort to move, so she rose from her hiding place under the sand, wiping the stray sand off with a single hand.
"Who are you?" she demanded, raising her morning-star like weapon, the chains on it dangling in the air. If she was going to kill him, she better know his name. If he was a big-time rouge, that'd be another dollar in her pocket.
The rouge hesitated, studying Eliza with bored dark eyes. At last a small smirk came across his face, and he shuffled across the sand in her direction as he replied.
"....I am Sasori of the Red Sand. The look on your face tells me you know the name" he pointed out, his eyes glinting darkly. Eliza narrowed her eyes, not impressed. He was toying with her. He obviously thought she was not a problem... That would cost him later on.
" I tell you this, only because you're going to die by my hand now..." he stated, his confidence shown in his voice, though his face had returned bland.
"Now that I have introduced myself, how about we make this a clean, polite murder, and you tell me your name so I can tell Zetsu what I'm feeding him tonight?" he questioned, a ghost of a smile on his lips.
Eliza shifted her weight calmly from foot to foot, getting her legs warmed up for the battle she could sense only moments away. Her lavender eyes shone with amusement, and she smirked, throwing one of her morning stars in the air where it remained, hovering.
"My name is Eliza. Though you may be strong..." she stated, having heard stories about Sasori of the Red Sand, "Your overconfidence is your weakness!" she told him, disappearing in a blur of purple, footsteps raising up sand as she dashed towards her opponent.
"Ah...well, I'm afraid I have the right to be overconfidence, for my opponent is of no challenge..." he smirked, raising an eyebrow at Eliza's attack.
No, he couldn't see her... but he could hear her. In the blink of an eye, their weapons were locked, Eliza's morning star sending sparks flying as it crashed against the blade emitting from Sasori's sleeve.
Eliza jumped back, flipping back once, spinning her morning star around, the chains attached to it lashing out at Sasori, wrapping around his feet... or at least what she thought was his feet. She quickly realized there was another person in front of him whom her chain was wrapped around, and yet it was not a person. Her eyes went wide with understanding as the pieces aligned themselves in her head. He had a puppet in his use...
"A puppet wielder, eh?" Eliza smirked, mimicking his motion and raising her eyebrow, which got a frown from him as he realized he was making fun of him.
She yanked the chains around the puppet's feet, drawing it to her at alarming speeds. The puppet opened up in a flash the instant before her fist connected with it, all sorts of blades laced with different deadly poisons jutting out of it. Eliza's fist went through it, destroying it, but not before the blades stabbed into her arms, the poisons traveling through her bloodstream at rapid speeds.
Sasori chuckled darkly, his brow arced. "Oh, but it seems your time is up now. Farewell, Eliza. I'll send Zetsu out for your corpse tonight..." he said with a hint of amusement in his voice, before turning around and trudging away, as Eliza dropped to the sandy ground, her hand grasping towards the sun.
No... She couldn't die... She had... No. She was wrong. She had nothing to live for. Everything she had loved was gone, everything she had been told a lie. Maybe it was best if this happened. Eliza closed her eyes groggily, the darkness settling in as the desert sun beat overhead.
Eliza awoke by a flittering light coming through the black of her sight. She sat up, glancing around, instantly alert. She was not dead, but she was not in Suna. Where was she? This place didn't jog anything in her memory. It was a rock-walled room with a single window, accompanied by a closet, two doors, and the bed she was lying in. Eliza was on her feet in seconds, groping around for her weapon, but she could not find it. She dashed to the door that looked like it lead out and flung it open. She ran in but... No such luck. It was a washroom. Grimacing, she ran back into the main room and rushed to check the other door, tripping over her own feet on the way there.
Groaning and pushing herself up, Eliza motioned to open the door, but it creaked open itself as she reached for the doorknob. She froze, looking up carefully. She wasn't sure who to expect, but she sure wasn't grateful for what she saw. Standing in front of her was Sasori, looking down at her with amused dark eyes.
"Well. Trying to escape already?" he asked in a long, drawled out voice, obviously toying with her.
He had her where he wanted her, and it shook her even more that she didn't know where that was. She felt unconfident and scared, for nothing had caught her off guard in years. She was always in control, and yet this rouge was making her question her know-how.
Thinking fast, Eliza quickly made a few signs. "Kage buunshin no jutsu!" she called out, four clones appearing at her sides.
Sasori sighed boredly, not interested in fighting her, it seemed, though that would not stop Eliza. She charged at him, her clones following suit as they all piled in for different forms of taijutsu. Sasori frowned, raising a hand as blades came flying out of his sleeve, destroying every clone.
"That was... too easy" he said, frowning, not believing she had gone down so easily.
"Oh, really?" came a voice from behind him.
Eliza's voice. She obviously hadn't realized the doubt in Sasori's voice. She drove her fist straight through his chest, ripping through a tough material. Eliza waited impatiently for a couple minutes, but he did not fall. Why...? She took another look down at her fist, her eyes going wide with surprise.
In fact, no blood emerged from the wound at all.
"..W-what!?" she exclaimed, her confidence turning to shock. "...Look what you've done to my body...you've really pissed me off now..." Sasori muttered, implanting a blade into her skin roughly, and dragging it along her arm before pushing it out of the hole in his body, knocking Eliza off her balance.
Sasori then whipped around, and struck Eliza in the forehead with the blade, a small stream of blood trickling down her forehead, creating an immense pain in her cranium. Her vision began to cloud with red, and then she collapsed to the floor at Sasori's feet yet again. It seemed this head-strung Special Jounin was no match for Sasori of the Red Sand, but what would her fate be now, that she had finally played on his last nerves...?

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