title Sunday Nights
summary Conversation doesn't help us
White mist streamed out of her mouth as she looked at the city. Her skin almost felt like paper. She rubbed her fingers against each other. Then against the front of her coat. She tucked them into her pockets. Leaning against the railing, she stared at the passing faces. Each one blurred into the next, like a carousel of strangers looping around and around. Hoping, straining to see the one face that would stand out from the rest.
When Sakura opened her eyes, she was staring up at an eggshell ceiling. She turned onto her side, fingers pressing to her eyelids. The light that streamed in through the blinds pierced. She fumbled until her fingers connected with the cord. With a hard yank, she closed off the light from outside.
The quiet pooled along with the darkness in this bedroom. It was only until she rolled onto her other side that she could tell which room this was in which apartment. Not that they were much different. They were empty, for the most part. Pale walls with paler furniture. No photographs, no personal trinkets. Just enough outfits in the closet. And if she ran out, she could have more brought in.
These apartments were all interchangeable pieces in a puzzle without colors. Where there was no hunting and matching the jagged edges. One could replace the other. And in a way, that was easy. Because they were all unfamiliar ceilings. They were all lonely places. No one place hurt more than the other.
Sakura grabbed her phone from the nightstand. The screen lit up blue at her touch. She scrolled through the list of missed calls and messages that had sat unread. Emails notified her of bank transfers and meetings scheduled. It was the same pattern of clicking and dragging through one message and then another. Instructing the boys on how many knees to break and how many arms to twist.
She rolled onto her back, arms stretched out at her sides. Staring up at the ceiling, she counted back the days since she had returned to Tokyo. And then counted forward to the days until her next birthday. Paused as she forgot, for a moment, when her own birthday even was.
"I should shower," she announced to no one. As if the words would motivate her. They sort of did.
As she sat up, she caught sight of the one pop of color in the room. A plain glass vase filled with purple flowers. She didn't even remember the name of this particular variety. Itachi had sent her so many different kinds over the course of a month that she had stopped reading the labels.
Just purple and just pretty enough.
She sat for too long in the hot spray, mulling things over. And then she lingered in her towel, staring into the foggy mirror without seeing. She wiped the mirror with her right hand in broad strokes. Until she could see the cherry blossom tattoo running up her right arm. Turning, she followed its bath over her shoulder. On the back of her ribcage was an old poem. She didn't even remember where she had first heard it. Didn't even remember why she had liked it so much in the first place.
She stared at the person in the mirror. Met her eyes. Looked her up and down.
"You're going to be strong today," she promised her. And the woman in the mirror, for a second, looked like she gave a smirk of approval.
Itachi came to the club again. An enormous armful of light pink roses clutched to his chest. His right arm hung at his side. It wasn't in a sling anymore, but she could see that it was still difficult for him to use. She met him by the door, her nude heels pointed like the blade of a knife.
"Do you really not have anything better to do than play delivery boy?" asked Sakura, coming down the stairs. Yet she still accepted the flowers. Her fingertips skimming over the back of his hand. And she must have been smiling because the tip of his gloved thumb touched her lower lip.
He took off his hat. But when he struggled to undo his scarf with one hand, she reached up and unhooked it from the back of his neck. And then he took her hand, neither smiling nor frowning. He turned her hand over, looking at her knuckles, at the thin gold band on her pointer finger. At the two faint cigarette burns on her knuckles. Itachi ran his thumb over them. So gently, as if they were still raw.
She was about to say something else when she felt a hand tug on her elbow. She lifted her head so that Sai could whisper in her ear.
"Uncle Tobirama is heading here. Just him. Not an entourage."
And then Sai's eyes darted once to the yakuza standing in their shop. She understood. Putting her hand on his cheek, she whispered instructions to him. Sai's brow furrowed as he took in her orders. Nodding, he slipped away to relay the news to Tenten.
"If I ask you to leave, will you?" she asked, turning to Itachi. He shook his head, so she grabbed the front of his shirt.
"You can't be here right now. He definitely won't like it," she warned. He grasped her forearm in return.
"Who?" he asked, his eyes not at all serious.
"Who could be so intimidating that he rattles even the great Jing-Mei?" he demanded. Her temper flared, she shoved at his chest. But he held on the same, eyes never leaving hers. And she hated the way that he seemed to see through her, like she was painted onto glass. Gritting her teeth, she tried to shove him again. He didn't even budge. Injured or not, he was evidently stronger than she was.
"Why?" he tried instead.
When she tried to pull away, his hold tightened.
"Fine," she relented, sagging. And then he released her.
She shook her arms, letting her sleeves fall back where they should. Fixed her hair, pretended to fuss with the buttons on the front of her dress before she looked at him again.
"It's…complicated. I don't really have time to go into detail," she admitted. His expression didn't change.
"That was the most non-answer answer I've ever heard," he criticized. Her eyes narrowed.
"That's all I can say for now. And it'll be much easier for me to deal with if you're not here," she added with a pointed look at the door.
Itachi didn't budge.
They were beginning to draw curious eyes. So she leaned in close, meeting his gaze straight on. She rose on her tiptoes. And his head bowed to meet her. Placing her hands on either side of his face, she whispered:
"I'm asking you. If you stay, please, just don't let him see your face."
Before he could react, she slipped away. Her tapping heels urgent against the tile. Sai was only a few steps behind her, suddenly barking orders and moving the staff around.
The air in the club seemed to sharpen, somehow. Some of the customers who had been laughing and clinking glasses with the girls changed. Exchanging looks with the staff, and then their eyes trailing Sakura. Following her as she went up to her office and them came back downstairs. Everyone else was oblivious, of course. There were pockets of nervous eyes amidst the laughter.
When the front door opened, a small ripple went through the room. The tiny action of hands edging toward concealed weapons. Fingers tightening around glasses that became easy blades when smashed.
It was just one of the regulars who had dropped in for round two after work. One of the girls hurried up to usher him to a table, hanging onto his arm.
Itachi took a seat at the far end of the bar, his back to the door. Before he could order, Tenten poured him a drink and pushed it down to him. Her towel gave a sharp snap before she resumed wiping glasses.
Their eyes met. Itachi had never seen Tenten look so unsettled before.
The door opened a second time. Winter clung on Tokyo's heels, refusing to make room for spring. The smell of the cold blew in. And two men stepped in after. The noise in the room faltered for just a moment.
"Welcome!" Ayu exclaimed, offering her best smile. And it was a very charming smile- showing off her twin dimples.
Itachi spotted Tommy sitting in his usual spot. Tommy's gaze darted to the two men, and then he looked back at Itachi, shaking his head.
"What's wrong? Aren't you having fun?" asked Moegi, tugging on his wrist. Grinning, he put his arm around her.
"Sorry, ladies. I was just stunned by your beauty for a second, yeah," he replied.
"Oh, you flirt!" they scolded, laughter swelling around them. And that seemed to pop the bubble of sudden quiet. Like someone had paused a song and then pressed play again.
The yakuza were certainly intimidating with their dark sunglasses and identical black suits. Some of them rolled up their sleeves to show off their tattoos.
These men were unsettling in a different way. They scanned the room for a long moment, unsmiling. One had a vertical scar over his left eye. He was in a long grey coat with black leather gloves. Gold and sapphire buttons on his sleeves. Gleaming shoes that were so unscuffed that they belonged on mannequins.
The other was Tobirama, who wore a black jacket with a fur hood. But the fur was a silvery-grey that blended in with his hair. Combined with his height, it made him look like a giant wolf filling the doorway.
Neither of them spoke. So Ayu tried again in her awkward English.
"Can I help you?"
But then Tobirama glimpsed pink hair past the curtain in the back. He murmured something to his companion.
"There's no need," he then replied to Moegi in excellent Japanese. And they walked around her, as easily as if she were a piece of furniture.
The man with the scar spread his arms wide as he pushed past the curtain.
"Jing-Mei," he drawled. Sakura's turned, her expression flat. She pulled out her gun, the gold gleaming between her fingers. She pointed it dead-center between his eyes.
"I thought you were dead," she stated. He seemed unconcerned as he collapsed in the seat across from her. Kicking up his shoes on the table, he draped his arms across the back of the booth.
"Kakashi."
Both of them looked up as Tobirama walked up. One hand in the pocket of his tailored black pants. His white shirt was a little wrinkled, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He draped his jacket over his left forearm.
"Don't be rude," chastised Tobirama. When Kakashi didn't move, Tobirama reached into his back pocket. Leisurely as if he were getting a stick of gum. Instead, he took out a pistol.
"Maybe you're hard of hearing now, old man? Feet," Tobirama snapped.
Heaving a sigh, Kakashi lowered his feet- one at a time. Tobirama pockets his firearm, settling beside Sakura. Not exactly close, but not far either.
Sakura kept her arm steady.
"You know, there was a time when you two called me 'Uncle'. Now I'm getting scolded like a schoolboy," lamented Kakashi. He opened his coat, shedding his gloves. Half of his left pinky ended in a stump. But there was a silver ring on it, as if rewarding it for its ugliness.
"That's not true, Kakashi. Schoolchildren at least know basic manners," retorted Sakura. And then, she lowered her gun. Her pointer finger rested on the trigger. With her other hand, she snapped, bringing Sai over.
"Daai lou," he greeted the two men, bowing. Tobirama nodded. Kakashi looked him over, not saying anything.
"Whiskey, neat for our guests. Pinot noir for me," Sakura said. Sai bowed again before ducking past the curtain to head for the bar.
"I was wondering why it was so quiet. That one's not in Hong Kong to start trouble. He's just like you, Jing-Mei," Tobirama observed, staring after him. Sakura turned her head away, scoffing.
"He was just a little errand boy in my time. I never assumed he'd catch your eye," Kakashi said.
At this, Sakura crossed one leg over the other. The high slit in her dress opened and her thigh peeked out. She felt Tobirama glance at it but ignored him. Pinning Kakashi with a glare, she opened her mouth.
"Well you made an assumption that I wouldn't kill if you showed your face here. Looks like you aren't doing so hot tonight, Mad Dog," she threatened. Her voice all silken and soft.
"Aiya, Sakura, don't be like that," sighed Kakashi. "Us halfies have to stick together, you know?"
When she had first come to Hong Kong, she hadn't really felt like she belonged anywhere. Kakashi had a Japanese father and a Chinese mother. He claimed that his old man had died of cancer, although there were rumors that Kakashi had slit his throat for leaving his mother.
"We halfies have to look out for each other, right?" he always said. Dropping off weapons and packages for her to hide. Slipping her candies from Japan in case she felt homesick. In her youth, those little kindnesses had warmed her heart.
But as Hashirama brought her into the fold, he made a point to keep Kakashi far away from her.
"Be careful, Jing-Mei. Mad Dog talks nice, but that's the problem. He's all talk. He's the type to bring a book of poems to a gunfight."
Eyeing his easy smile, Sakura scoffed.
"Kakashi," she said. (Which wasn't even his real name. Because who would name their child 'scarecrow'?) "Kakashi, the only thing you are is half 'jack' and half 'ass'."
Tobirama snorted as Sai arrived with drinks. Sai placed the tumbler in Tobirama's waiting fingers before setting the other glass in front of Kakashi. Without looking up, Sakura raised her hand over her shoulder. Sai slipped the stem between her knuckles. Her palm molded to the shape of the glass.
"Thank you, Sai," she called after his retreating back.
"Yeah, Mama," he replied, also not looking at her.
"But seriously, don't be like that, Jing-Mei. We had a deal, remember?" insisted Kakashi, leaning forward. His elbows on his thighs. He cracked that old grin- the one he used like a lockpick to always wiggle his way in.
Sakura eyed him over the rim of her glass. She took a long sip. The wine was the same color as her lips, staining her teeth black for a second.
"I can't recall," she answered.
Kakashi huffed. He picked up his drink and took a sip. Made a noise of approval. Took another sip.
"This is some good shit," he commented. And then, eyes narrowing, he pointed at her.
"You look like you're doing well for yourself, Haruno. This is a swanky joint," observed Kakashi, looking around. At the high ceilings. At the gleaming floors and twinkling string lights. Something in his gaze shifted. Leaning back in the seat, he continued pointing.
"I always knew you would make it big, Jing-Mei. Which is why I gave you so much," Kakashi insisted. Rolling her eyes, Sakura set her glass down. She stood, walking over to adjust the curtain. As she peered past, she saw Charlie staring at her. Her eyes darted to the bar and then back to him. He got up, ignoring the way the puzzled hostesses called after him.
"You didn't do shit for me, Mad Dog," Sakura retorted, still staring out at the club. She stepped back to her table. Sank into her seat. Just a little closer to Tobirama than before. She could smell his cologne. When she reached to pick up her wine again, her arm brushed against his elbow.
And then, she tilted her head back, considering the chandelier. It was a custom-made design flown in from New York City. The clusters of glass flowers glowed soft yellow. Casting golden shapes across the ceiling like many reaching hands.
She spun the stem of her glass between her fingers. Let her eyes flutter shut.
"Ah. Yes. Now I recall. You were supposed to give me your territory. In exchange, I would help you disappear," she stated. Eyes falling open. Mouth curling on one side. She pointed with the hand holding her wine.
"Whatever happened, Mad Dog?" she questioned.
His smile faltered. Clearing his throat.
"Now, Jing-Mei. You know that things got messy. I didn't realize the Red Arrow gang would move in so quickly," he began, holding up his hands in front of him.
"Oh. I see." Her eyes narrowed. She took a sip of wine. Licked her lips.
"And remember that it all worked out in the end? You have the Mid-Levels now. Those are some high-ranking people under your protection. Plus I gave you Charlie Lau. Don't you like Charlie Lau? He's useful, isn't he?" he reminded her. Beside her, Tobirama scoffed.
"I thought that the deal was all you owned. Whatever happened to your slice of Aberdeen?" Tobirama pointed out, examining his nails.
Kakashi shot a glare in the other man's direction.
"I thought you were here to help me talk to her," he grumbled. Tobirama looked guiltless. His gaze darted toward Sakura. And then he shrugged.
"The deal was that I get her attention. I never said anything else," scoffed the Red Pole. He leaned back, arms draping over the top of the booth. Sakura glanced at him, almost laughing. And their eyes locked.
"What was in it for you, Tobirama?" she queried. His eyebrows arched.
"Let's just say that drinks are on me tonight," responded Tobirama. She looked back at the man sitting across from them.
"At any rate, you didn't hold up your end of the bargain, Mad Dog. Cleaning up after that mess was a pain in my ass for months. What makes you think that I'll ever listen to another word you have to say?" she demanded.
Kakashi suddenly looked small. It was hard to believe that he had once been a Red Pole just like them. His eyes darted around. That was his speciality- finding a way to charm his way out of every sticky situation. He spread his hands, shrugging.
"My rugged good looks?" Kakashi ventured.
She leveled her Desert Eagle at him. The barrel glinted. She took another sip of wine with her other hand.
"Try again," she said, unsmiling.
Kakashi rubbed the back of his head. Letting out a sigh, he stared down at his feet. And then he rubbed his face with both his hands.
"Fuck, Jing-Mei. My wife is pregnant," he confessed in a muffled voice.
Her gun didn't waver. "So?"
His head shot up. Leaning forward, he slammed both his hands down on the tabletop. The club suddenly went silent at the noise.
"Mama? Is everything alright?" called Moegi from her table.
"Everything's fine. Don't worry, dear," replied Sakura, her voice light and pleasant. That didn't stop Sai from sticking his head behind the curtain. He took in Kakashi's aggressive pose. Sakura's gun pointed at his forehead. She could see Sai reaching for his own firearm concealed under his black vest.
"Unnecessary. I would like some more wine though," Sakura stated. She held Sai's gaze until he lowered his hands.
"Of course, Mama," he ground out. Shooting Kakashi one last glare, he disappeared behind the curtain.
"Are you serious? Come on, Jing-Mei? How long have we known each other? That really doesn't matter at all to you? Do you seriously have no loyalty left for someone you used to call a 24K brother?" demanded Kakashi.
"You told me once that all that brotherhood talk wasn't worth shit. That it's more important to watch out for yourself. I'm just following your advice, daai lou," retorted Sakura. But after she considered him a while longer, she lowered her gun. Left it on the seat beside her.
"But congratulations, I suppose," she then added. Folding her arms across her chest, she leaned back. Her shoulder knocked into Tobirama's hand. But she didn't flinch away.
"So. What do you want?" she then questioned.
"To get the hell out of Hong Kong," he replied without hesitation. Hands clasping together, he let out a sigh.
"I thought just getting off the island would be it. Kowloon seemed safe enough. But now shit's going down and I don't want my kid growing up near any of that," Kakashi explained. And then he looked up. His eyes met hers.
And she hated how she understood that expression right away. Because she had seen it so many times in her mother's tired looks. Her soundless sobs as she washed her muddy and blood-stained uniform.
Hadn't been kind enough to stop fighting. Hadn't been smart enough to lie whenever her mother asked if she had failed her.
"I need six months to gather my funds to move to America. Let me stay here in the meantime," requested Kakashi.
Her expression didn't shift. Even as she felt Tobirama's fingers trail down the back of her neck.
"You won't be invisible in Japan, Kakashi. You still have a lot of enemies," Sakura pointed out. But she looked him over as she considered. At the weariness etched into his posture and his gaze. Calculated that, although taking over his territory had been a true pain in her ass- he had made her much richer.
"Six months from tomorrow. Not a day later," she relented. Before he could thank her, she glared.
"You step one toe over the line, you are and your wife are dead, Mad Dog. Pregnant or not. Now get out before I change my mind," she warned. Kakashi bowed low, forehead almost touching his knees. Gathering his gloves, he got to his feet. Nodded at Tobirama. And then he left.
Because even if he had a reputation for being all talk, Sakura didn't.
Tobirama and Sakura didn't look at each other for a while. The club cooled as the door opened and shut. Sakura swirled her wine around in the glass.
"Now, I'm curious. Have you found York yet?" she asked, eyes trained on her knee. She measured the distance between each word. Careful. Light.
His fingers on the back of her neck stilled.
"Not yet. Rumor's say he's still here. He's starting to really piss me off," replied Tobirama, sighing. She glimpsed him running his hand through his hair.
"I see."
Drinking the rest of her wine, she set the glass aside. She examined her nails as she spoke: "I'll let you borrow Charlie Lau for a couple days. He's good at finding rats. He'll be helpful, especially since this is his turf. Doesn't make him look good either if York's running around under his nose."
Lifting her head, she met Tobirama's eyes.
"Good?" she asked.
"I'll be out of the city as soon as I find Ng," he responded. Getting to his feet, he handed her a few bills. More than enough to cover his whiskey and Kakashi's.
"Fine," answered Sakura. And then he walked out the door, pulling on his jacket as he went.
As soon as the door slammed shut, Tenten sagged against the bar. Sai did the same, his hands clenching into fists.
Itachi stared at them.
"Was that someone big?" he questioned.
Sai squeezed his eyes shut, a visible shudder running up his spine. Tenten, grimacing, nodded.
"That's one of the other Red Poles. He goes by Tobirama, even though that's definitely not his real name," she explained. And then she cast a look toward the door. Like Tobirama might walk back in.
"I wouldn't ask too many questions about him, daai lou. That man is dangerous," added Tenten.
Sakura counted through the bills. Sandwiched in the middle was a brand new credit card. Sleek and black. Apparently, Tobirama was planning on creating a mess if he was giving her such a nice present. She slipped just the card into her bra.
"If you're done gossiping, I need you to call me the car, Tenten," Sakura called out.
"Shit, she has good hearing," Tenten hissed, patting her pockets to find her phone.
Sakura walked over to the bar. She leaned against it just beside Itachi.
"The Uchiha's don't touch drugs. So you wouldn't happen to know anything about the whereabouts of a dealer named York Ng, correct?" she asked. Itachi shook his head.
"I hope you're telling the truth. Because it's about to get really ugly in Yokohama," Sakura predicted. Heaving a sigh, she stood up straight. Itachi took her hand, turning her toward him.
"Jing-Mei-"
"Go home for tonight, Itachi. I have some business to take care of now," she interrupted him. She could feel him looking her face over. But unlike with either Hashirama or Tobirama, she didn't feel exposed. He couldn't see through or into her. Her expression was a mystery to him. But it was no mystery to her that he was worried.
"Is there anything I can do?" asked Itachi. His thumb ran over her knuckles. She pulled away, smiling. She touched his cheek with the back of her hand for a second.
"You're sweet, Kumicho. But this is 24K business," she answered. Blowing him a kiss, she turned to head for the door. Sai was waiting for her with her white fur coat and purse.
"Have someone follow Mad Dog. Report in every hour," she whispered as she pulled her hands through the sleeves. Sai nodded. She patted his shoulder, slipped him the money that Tobirama had left. Was out the door, into the frozen streets. The smell of wine and roses mixing in her nose. Lingering like an unwanted guest long after the party had ended.
Sakura glanced around. Then looked down at her watch. The car was nowhere to be seen. Sighing, she shifted her coat over her shoulders. Craned her neck to peer down the block both ways.
She jolted when she felt a hand touch her shoulder.
"Sakura."
"Itachi, I'm serious. Go home." She turned on her heel. Saw the expression on his face and paused. He was still in the neon lights, the blues and pinks washing the color out of his face. The collar of his jacket was crooked again. She reached out to fix it.
"I'll wait with you. A lady shouldn't be alone on the streets this late," Itachi responded, completely serious. The smile that came to her lips almost hurt.
"Have you forgotten who I am? I'm not in danger," Sakura reminded him. She reached into her coat for a cigarette. Stopped when she heard him chuckle.
"It's more of a courtesy than anything. You're still a lady," he simply said. Holding his hand out to her. She watched it, wary.
"What're you playing at, Uchiha Itachi? You already have my favor. No need to kiss ass any more than this," demanded Sakura, eyes narrowing. She pulled the cigarette out, holding it between her pointer and middle fingers. And when she looked up, his lighter was waiting for her.
She stared at him through the flickering flame. At the way he cupped one hand around it to protect it from the wind. At the way he watched her through his eyelashes. How, unsmiling, he looked more and more like his father each time she saw him.
"Do you really hate it so much?" queried Itachi.
Sakura touched her cigarette to the flame. Waited for the smoke to rise. She took a breath, leaned away.
"Not particularly," she admitted, not meeting his eyes. A smile curled at his mouth.
Before he could respond, a black car rolled to a stop beside them. Sakura didn't recognize the shape or the license plate. Both the front and back windows opened. Itachi was already pulling her out of the way before she could react.
"This is your only warning, bitch," a voice said from inside. And then they opened fire. Gun smoke and the crack of bullets erupted into the night. And the nearby civilians screamed, scrambling for shelter. Itachi pulled her behind a utility pole, his good arm digging into his jacket pocket.
The door to the club slammed open. Tenten and Sai emerged, guns blazing. They had thrown random customers' scarves over their heads to hide their faces. But Sakura could pick out Tenten from the way that she was shooting with both hands.
Sakura felt a vibration inside her coat. She pawed through the layers of fur until she found her phone. She could hardly hear Tommy through all the screaming and gunfire.
"Boss, just called for backup. Where are you?" he shouted. Sakura peered around the pole, jolted back when a bullet ricocheted off the edge. She glanced over at Itachi, he was also shouting into his phone. But when he met her eyes, he grabbed her by the front of the coat and held her close.
"Out front. I'm behind cover with the kumicho," she replied.
"We'll be fi-" Glass shattered somewhere behind Tommy. And then he heard one of the girls begin shrieking. "We'll be fine! Just get out of here for now, Boss!"
Hearing her name, Sakura looked up. She saw Tenten was taking cover behind another pole, reloading her gun. Sai crouched beside her, attempting to pick off the driver. But all the bullets did were bounce off the reinforced sides of the car. Tenten gestured for her to go with a sharp jerk of her hand.
"Diu," she hissed to herself. And then she cradled the phone between her ear and shoulder as she dug back in her coat. Her fingers curled around her Desert Eagle.
"Call Rock Lee. I don't care what he's doing. Fly his ass over here! I'll leave things to you three," Sakura shouted.
"Mou man tai. No problem, Boss," replied Tommy. And then the call ended. Sakura shoved her phone back into her pocket. Grabbed Itachi by the front of his coat.
"You got a ride, Kumicho?" she asked. They both flinched as bullets peppered the wall precariously close to their heads. Itachi reached back to pull a pistol out from under his jacket. He pointed down the opposite end of the street with it.
"I'll cover for you. Get us out of here," Sakura said. Nodding, Itachi scanned the area. He fired a couple shots off at the car. Sakura lifted her arm to do the same. Her bullet squeezed in through the gap in the window. Red exploded out from inside the car.
They darted out from behind the pole. Tenten and Sai unleashed a rain of bullets down on the car to cover them.
Sakura looked over her shoulder. Squinted through all the smoke and debris at the license plate of the car. Saw a chrysanthemum etched into the side of the plate. Nearly stumbled. Itachi took her hand and pulled her forward.
"Fucking shit. Tobirama," she snarled as she ran as fast as she could.
