Revenge
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Soon I was being dragged through various shops by Ange... I mean, Konan-sama, who made me try on hundreds of outfits, none being good enough for her. In the end she purchased a silver and black outfit. I liked that one too! I have liked the last 70 clothes she made me try on.
Anyways, this one was pretty- a short silver blouse with a very nice round neckline that fitted nice, considering I wore my forehead protector around my neck. Also, Konan-sama said I had to change the symbol on it, because it wasn't likely an Ame shinobi working in Suna. Later! So, the sleeves of this silver blouse are down to my elbows. On my forearms I wore fishnet. I had to admit- the top fitted well!
I wasn't so sure about the bottom part. As the blouse was short, I wore fishnet over my belly, but still... I felt a little too uncovered. Over the black leggings that went down to my knees, I wore a silver skirt matching my blouse. Good thing it was a little cracked on sides so I could move easily and not look like a secretary. Also, on my calves I wore fishnet. Apparently Konan-sama liked fishnet a lot, though I didn't see her wearing any. Probably it was pretty hard to make paper into it...
"Now you look proper. Here is your new headband. Give me yours and I'll give it to you when you get back, if you get back. Now, I've just gotten a word from my contact in Sunakagure no Sato, and they say you're hired as the Kazekage's personal assistant." Konan-sama said, after looking at me contemplatively.
"Whaaaaa...? Personal what?" I was stunned. How influent was she there? This was a very high rank! Plus, she had spent the last several hours shopping with me! When could she receive the answer? Clearly she was supernatural.
A deep voice sounded in my small bedroom "KONAN!". She immediately stood up and silently whispered "Nagato!".
"Who?" I asked completely puzzled.
"No one, just go now. Give me a word when you can. If you write my name on the paper it'll make its way to me on its own. Success, and suppress your rage till the right moment."
Then she waved a few hand signs and I disappeared in a cloud of smoke. I know I was to be transported into her contact's room, from where I could meet the one I wanted to kill. Great.
After the smoke disappeared I looked around to see… a blonde girl who was holding a horrendously big fan. I didn't really like the look on her face, she was too confident. I could attack her or something, she shouldn't look so sure… I was known as The Rain of Death back in Amekagure by those who lived enough to see my skills!
"You are Runo?"
"Yeah…"
"Be careful, girl! I'm the one who got you here, I'm the one that can kick you out. By the way my name it Temari. I'm your boss' sister."
So she was of his blood too? If it wasn't for the favor she did to me I'd kill her on the spot! But… what happened to me? The normal me would never want to kill someone just because… Sure, her father may have mistaken, but she was… innocent? No! They're all guilty for their ancestor's doing and had to pay for it!
I shook my head slightly. "Hai, Temari-sama…" I said through my clenched teeth. The honorific name sounded like a sneer, exactly how I meant it to sound. Still, I have never found myself using sarcasm until now. Something was off about me! What the hell was happening to me?
"I'd expect you to be more respectful with Gaara. Now come! I'll take you to his office where you'll spend most of your time." she snapped at me, walking out of her own office.
I followed her. Gaara! That… that… ooookay, Runo, calm down! Breath in, breath out. Count to 10… 1-2-3-4-5-6… better! Now be nice and remember to write ASAP to Konan. Okay, now I was talking to myself more than usual.
Temari opened the door to the Kazekage's office. There he was! Only his red hair was visible. He was very absorbed by a scroll, so he did not notice us. Temari swung her fan so that the tip of it hit the desk. I swear I saw a small crack form.
Apparently not disturbed, Gaara lifted his head. The kanji for love appeared to shine in the mid-winter light, and his unusual blue eyes met mine.
I swear I saw sorrow. A deep sorrow that tainted his soul for a long time. A sorrow he had fought ever since he was young. A sorrow similar to mine.
Why could I feel this? It wasn't like my sorrow and his were caused by the same person.
But still…
