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You Gotta fly to Survive

Chapter Three: A Simple Afternoon

All the clocks in the village struck twelve, telling all that it was noon. Temari was on her way home from her shopping. She stocked up on food and other essential supplies including cleaning items and candles. She decided if she was going to stay in that mansion for a bit she might as well get it cleaned up.

She smiled as she walked down the busy street, almost everyone breaking for lunch. All the people she came across had been so nice to her. They were not at all the way her Lord described them. They weren't filthy savages who would rip you limb from limb even if you just looked at them the wrong way. They seemed like caring people that would understand if someone was just having a bad day.

She smirked to herself. 'Probably told me that so I would never think of leaving. Well, I proved him wrong.' She walked past a group of middle aged women, their conversation carrying over to her ears.

"An angel? Shot down from the sky? That's preposterous!!" one said rather loud making Temari stop dead in her tracks.

"No, it's true! It's true. My friend told me her husband told her!! He had night duty yesterday!" another replied, backing up her story. "He would never lie about something like this!"

"Oh pshaw!!" bucked a stern one to the group. "You believe everything you hear, darling!! Why, I bet you if an angel did fall here them our village still wouldn't be standing on it's legs. My mother use to always tell me that ridding the world of holy creatures like an angel brings doom to all."

"But no one ever sees holy creatures!" the first one cried.

"Exactly!!"

Temari continued her walking as she tried to hold in her laughter. An angel?Her? That was too much. But she could see why they would consider her one, but it really didn't matter now. What was done was done. She needed to get home and start cleaning before it got too late anyway.

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Cell seven, just like everyone else, was breaking for lunch. The students were enjoying their packed lunch while their instructor was off doing who knows what. Well, almost all the students.

Sasuke had hardly touched his lunch, his mind deep in his thoughts. That kimono he saw that girl wearing earlier, why was it troubling him so much. So he'd seen it once before, big deal, but that was what seemed to be the problem. The person he remembered wearing it always got one-of-a-kind clothing. They would never get anything with the possibility of someone having the exact same thing. But who was it? Who?

Sakura looked down at Sasuke's lunch noticing he didn't touch it. She was starting to get worried. "Hey Sasuke, is everything alright? You haven't touched your lunch yet."

The Uchiha didn't seem to hear her for he never responded. Not even with his obvious answer 'hn'. He just kept his eyes on the ground through he wasn't really looking at it.

"Hey Sakura," her other teammate called with his mouth full. "What's wrong with Sasuke? Is he sick?"

"I'm not sure Naruto. He's not talking to me." The blond ninja stopped eating and stared at the not moving Sasuke except for the occasional blink.

Who? Who had he seen wearing that kimono? Who? Who? Who? His brain felt like it was going to bust from all this. Then.. It came to him. Just like that. "I remember who wore that kimono!" he said aloud, startling his teammates. "It was my-

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Temari let a sound escape her throat as she stared down at the floor below her. There was dried blood everywhere. She watched as the water she spilled on the floor soaked up the dust only to revel what they had hidden. She felt her body tense up as she held the rim of the stairs. Now she knew why this house was uninhabited.

'I...can do this.' she told herself as she picked up the bucket. 'I can clean..this up..' Her body shook at the sight of the dried liquid that was lying before her. "Maybe I should start with the kitchen." She gulped heavily as she turned her head away. After all, I do have the rest of the day."