let's see if I get it right this time
disclaimer: Naruto isn't mine
DRIFTWOOD
1: Winds
Gwack.
The delicate, almost frictionless cut of the blade slices right through thin attire into her skin. Through her smirk, you can see the tiny trickle of blood trail down from her mouth. Even more when she begins to cough the sticky substance up.
He retaliates by jaggedly sinking the blade deeper into her body, making her shudder with each passing inch. With the dark purple poison coating the sword, he figures she'll drop dead any minute.
By now, her whole body is quivering. She can barely stand, yet is able to heal herself with a sword inside her. For a second, he is impressed. As the seconds tick, so does the poison, working its dark, wondrous magic.
However, something he doesn't expect happens. The old hag injects the girl's thigh with a syringe, containing some sort of green tinted liquid in the vile. It must of have been the antidote he wondered about earlier. It doesn't matter. Even if they have a cure, one or both shall surely die, either from blood loss or the poison itself.
Breathing heavily with each gulp of air, the girl puts a dainty hand on the sword and refuses to let go. He tries to pull it back, but it's no use playing tug-of-war with someone like her. Leaving the blade lodged in the girl while removing his arm, he hops back. A small and lethal katana is raised high in the air, a breathe away from his soon-to be victims.
The old lady frowns, and makes a quick gesticulation. It seems as if he's too slow to react to the situation. More carmine liquid is splattered on the girl's face as she watches in awe as two beings slash through his chakra core. With too much blood lost, the girl drops to the coarse and rocky surface. The older women feebly crawls toward her, and soon, a mysterious viridian glow hovers over her patient.
He eyes the scene with some interest as blood dribbles down his face. Two lives lost are no different to him than one or a thousand. He's come to think of it as just a number.
The young girl feels no sympathy for the man, especially as she tries her best to block out his ignorant comments. But it seems that someone else does.
Said person drags her withered body to him. Tuning out the man's rudeness and comments, she uses the same mysterious green light over his gaping, bloodstained core.
A strange feeling enters him. He no longer feels hollow.
The girl, crouched low on the surface, stares in amazement. It doesn't last long. The green light flickers more often with each glow.
Both man and girl begin to slowly regain their strength. The old woman laughs and whispers something to the man. Then, all the life has been drained out of her.
Sensing something is wrong, the girl aims to get out of the depression. His hostile look stops her. Right away she notices a difference in the man. He's human.
This scares her, and she dashes out of there in no time, but doesn't forget that look on his face directed at her.
A new misty morning arrives in Konoha again.
Rows of robins line along a gutter and begin to chirp. It's soon stopped by the distress below.
Sheets of the bed rustle with each movement of panic she carries. Her breaths start to align normally, but there's still skipping beats of her heart. She pulls the covers up to her face and takes a deep inhalation.
"Just a dream Sakura." She consoles herself. "He's dead... they're all dead." She was content. For now.