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I yawn for what seems to be the thousandth time in a single moment and roll my eyes. Given certain circumstances there wasn't a whole lot I could offer but my agitation for standing in lines.

"OK we get it you're impatient."

"She's got a point this line hasn't moved in weeks."

"oh shut the eff up we've been here for less than an hour, haven't you ever waited for anything in life, nothings free...not even an escape."

Someone within my band of friends groans and arms latch on to mine like the body of a leather skinned snake. I tremble at briefly then accept the intruder with as little discomfort as I can in such short notice. I wasn't fond of iciness, not when I was just beginning to warm up.

"I'm hungry." The voice beside me complains, I look to my side and a blond girl with cerulean blue eyes standing a little over an inch above me places her head on my shoulder. A earthly rosy aroma cling to her silky pale flesh and she sighs sorrowfully against my neck. I place a hand on her head and lean against her golden wisps of hair with a labored breath.

"I'll say..." I agreed hopelessly with a small nod of acceptance that we'd both be hungry for a bit longer. A yawn slithers from my brittle lips and I stare at the long winding line ahead of us riddled with people, luggage and officers arrayed in black lawful cloaks and stern looks and aged scars.

Did it have to be this cold? Did there have to be so many freakin people fleeing the city? Why wasn't there a protocol and why didn't they tell people to pack lightly?

The ground beneath my slipper concealed feet quaked just before the massive crowd of people roared with horror, my friends looked up to the sky and Ino, my friend beside me shivered and shook her head.

"As long as we're here..."

"We'll be gone soon." I reply before she can wallow in her thoughts. "Safe...and together, hopefully with a stomach full of curry and rice."

She smiles tightly and sniffs fufillingly. "Are you trying to give me hope or give me more hunger cramps..."

"Yep, won't be long, only got four-thousand people to cram into the only exit train in the city. A brilliant contingency plan they said, no one accounted that every citizen in the city would try to pack their entire house...pretty sure there's a dude around here hauling a coffin." My friend Kiba scoffed derisively, he raised his head to leer over the masses. A raccoon fur'd hoodie fell over his soot stained face, his jacket had been covered in debris and he managed to still have his sarcasm intact in spite of any situation. Typical.

I felt as though we were all having the same nightmare and because of that we all managed to keep our heads, for now.

The moment the bombs hit I was ripped out of whatever comfort and assurance I had left. I rushed out of my bed to confirm my horror and though I had the impulse to just look out my window and cry my feet told me to run, run before it got me too. Seeing the gaping hole in the middle of the city inspired me with fear, something I hadn't felt tugging at me until that exact moment.

Afraid though I had no one to live for but myself.

I had no one to panic with so I ran out into the chaos of everyone else. People were running away, I couldn't distinguish a single face twisted up in horror. The sand and destruction allowed a thick smoke to cloud out everyone. Some fell and others ran them through, masses running over people I felt no desire to die beneath the thousands of feet of a city fleeing so I ran, ran and ignored my quivering heart.

The screams...

"Kiba did you happen to see Choji...or Naruto?" I inquire realizing there were people missing from our clique of orphans. Kiba simply shrugs.

"We can only assume they're somewhere in this line." Ino spoke up as if she knew without a doubt that they had made it out of the trials within the city.

"Or dead." Kiba proclaimed carelessly.

Ino elbowed him in the back and barked out a curse, rolling his eyes.

"Just keeping our options open"

"Negativity isn't an option." she countered curtly.

"Ya because there's so much positivity going on...look around, Konoha is dying." He informs us as though we had missed out on something. He crosses his arms over his chest and shakes his head as though he had given up on the topic. I roll my eyes again.

I couldn't process it. I couldn't process anything but I was glad that I wasn't alone. It was easy to not think about what I had seen earlier. It was easy to forget the streets covered in puddles of blood and bodies littered, lifeless.

I closed my eyes and then pulled myself from Ino's arms.

"Sakura, what's wrong?"

"You're right you know, maybe they're in this line...I'll go look.."

"I'm coming with you!"

"No, stay put...I'll be back soon as I get them."

"What?" they both barked dubiously.

"That's not a good line to leave us on, haven't you watched movies like this?"

Ino sucked her teeth at Kiba and then her face softened, cocking her head to the side she reached out to grab my hand.

"None of us bought luggage like everyone else, just each other and if there's any hope that Choji or Naruto are in this line we owe it to ourselves to stay together, we promised each other that much..."

They both stare at me dumbfound and then Ino claps both her hands together and hides her face with a sigh of distress.

"You promise you'll be back."

"Scouts honor..." I say.

"How reassuring..." Kibba says with a blank stare.

I lick my lips and point threateningly at him.

"Shut up." I say and he raises his arms gauzed hands in surrender. I reach out and grab Ino's arm. She's wearing a purple poncho. I shake her. "I'll be back keep an eye on Dog breath."

She smiles reluctantly and yanks at my tan poncho.

"You had better..."

With a final nod and the thought that I was doing something selfless and noble I back away, twist around on a foot and start off towards the back. My eyes scanning over grubby war-torn faces. People give me a look that they use on common vermin, like they wanted to swat me away or chase me away with a broom. I ignore the stares of gloom and the cries of pain.

The further I walk down the line the more blood soaked people I encounter. I can taste copper in the wind, the distress alarm for the city sounds a pitch higher than it had in the front.

"HEY YOU! DEMON!"

I don't know why but I pause and look over my shoulder towards the howls of authoritative voices, black robes spanking around in the wind and they looked to be coming towards me. Silver weapons drawn.

Why?

People began to panic at the word Demon.

No thanks to my body going stiff someone gets the wrong idea and starts swinging at me. I manage to dodge a right hook on a whims notice, a whistle touches my ear and I try to bark out a protest. My heart thrashes in my chest but the adrenaline doesn't kick in fast enough to prevent me from being knocked on my ass. A fist connects with my cheek and I'm reeling. My cheek throbbing, my eye swollen.

I go deaf for a brief moment, only hearing the faintness of my bodies pulse.

Everyone is jostling around as though lava is sparking beneath them.

People are screaming over the siren and I'm suffering to regain my composure after being decked in the face on such short notice. My ears are ringing and I'm staggering to my feet as though I had a loose screw. I can smell my blood and feel it running down my lips, hot and thick. The taste of copper piques my senses.

"DEMON!" I keep hearing someone scream, my body jerks around as people run past me with no regards. I blink a few times so that my eyes can adjust to what was happening.

After several blinks my head spins and I stagger sideways. The voices all drown out and only one thing is clear.

I might die.

This might really happen.

Something grabs both my shoulders and as lethargic as I feel, I fall into whatever that was only for it to force me to stand. Squeezing my shoulders tightly, like a hug, like support.

I raise my head as best I could realizing that I must've looked like a doll with a broken head and a battered face.

Someone has me securely wrapped in their arms.

Kiba? Oh Kiba.

but the moment I see the face hovering over me all hope drains the color from my face. I felt sick and sleepy.

So sleepy.

I frown, my heavy lips open to say 'who' but my tongue is too thick and my face feels tight.

"Shhh..." the person chides in the calmest of tones. Something black, like feathers tickles my face and the closer he gets the more I realize that I don't know him or what he intends to do, until it's too late and hes kissing me.

Despite what my mind felt it had to do my body could not assist it. I was limp and restrained.

This stranger...kissing me.

Kissing me like I was his.

My eyes shot open in a panic and I screamed against his lips. A reaction that only made him kiss me harder, his tongue captured mine without the slightest hint of repulsion. I felt his fingers in my hair pulling me closer, his other hand pressed my body impossibly closer and maintained a clasp of iron all the way through.

I could see the authorities pushing pass us without as much as a second glance.

"Where the hell did that devil go..."

"...I don't think I wanna find out...we need to send off the first train...no time to wait, none of these civilians are equipped for combat."

Those had been the last words before they began to shuffle back towards the front and with them, any hope to get back to my friends. I turn my eyes with disdain on the person and to my horror coal black eyes greet me. My heart trembles in fear. I can see my blood smeared on his cheeks and lips.

Eyes shouldn't be that dark...pupiless.

Was this the...thing? The demon...

I had never seen one before, none of us had...up close.

The kiss ends bitterly, with a bite to my lip. The moment he released my tormented mouth I start going off, screaming, gathering every ounce of terror because I had tons of that to scream out.

He seemed to have been expecting that reaction.

He says something under his breath and I can hear something crack against my skull and then...

Nothing.