"This place is so boring, there's nothing to do. Hey, where are those guys we saw earlier?"
"Kankuro," a low voice hissed quietly, "it's better not to bring that up again." The blonde tilted her head towards the person on the window sill, who was staring intently at the moving dots below.
"He's been like that ever since. He hasn't eaten, spoken, or moved. Just…sat there."
"You don't have to worry about him," he waved his hand "he's usually like that whenever we're not on an assignment. Unless, something's bugging him he won't do anything."
"That's my point. He hasn't done anything yet. Remember what happened earlier with the leafs?"
A small growl was let out at the recollection of their encounter. "Yeah, that stupid dimwit tried to attack us."
"Not him. I'm talking about the girl. Did you see the way she looked at Gaara?"
His hand covered his mouth as he coughed into it, although it sounded more like a laugh. "Sorry, all I remember is her hair. Seriously, who has pink hair?"
"She does. Now shut up and listen."
His face became solemn, knowing full well that if he didn't his teammate would unleash a whole new level of pain.
"That girl. When she looked at him, it wasn't like the others'." His brows knit together as she spoke, "She was thinking about something else. And when he saw that, he tried to stop her when she tried to leave."
They stayed quiet for a while. They knew what this meant.
A gust of wind blew in the room, and they turned to find that they were the only ones in the room.
"Crap."
The fact that he wasn't there wasn't good. They bolted for the door, in utter panic.
* * *
He stood there in front of the hospital, not knowing why.
Actually, he does he's just in denial. It was all her fault. The idiot wouldn't give him her name. If she had, he wouldn't have gone through the hassle of tracking her down. It wasn't difficult finding the building. After all, the man did say that she was supposed to be treated at a hospital; hospitals here were very noticeable thanks to their absurdly white paint.
Upon entering, he noted the lack of security. Not as secure as he hoped, seeing as he always did love a challenge.
Not far from him, he could hear nurses gossiping over their patients: a handicapped man who had a terrible fear of apples, a burn patient that wasn't expected to live for more than a week, a traveler that had to have his leg amputated…
He got bored, hearing nothing of use to him. He was planning on continuing to 'wander around', until a particular patient was brought up.
"-pink hair. I'm serious! The doctors spent all night trying to keep her alive. And today, she locked someone up in a closet to walk around! Can you believe it? When she came back, there was another with her. I think it was Naruto Uzumaki. I'm not sure though…"
The red head glided to the patient list, scanning it.
Room 134: Hamiya, Kanji
Room 133: Toukenouchi, Kari
Room 132: Uzumaki, Naruto
Memorizing the room number, he made his way to the side staircase to avoid attention. Not that he would attract any. He was a silent killer. No one could hear him or see him. A perfect assassin.
His reputation had others cowering in fear. The fact that one girl didn't made his blood boil. He was going to rectify that.
The door was closed. On it, in bold black letters, was the room number with the patient's name scratched beneath.
His next victim. It would be best if he cooperated with him so he wouldn't need to kill him. If word got out that a sand nin killed one of their people, their mission there would be for nothing and then there could be a war. Not that it mattered.
A hand of sand turned the knob, gently pushing the door open to reveal a body lying down on a bed. Silently, he approached it and as he did, a feeling-no- a need began growing inside of him. An uncontrollable need that had to be satisfied before he lost himself in it.
He watched the person's chest rise and fall, resting from the day's work.
It was simple. All he needed was a name. Nothing more. A name wasn't something that was worth dying for.
Sand drifted out of his gourd, landing on the surface of the body. Slowly, it constricted the body ever so slightly until he knew that he had the upper hand.
An irritated expression came onto the victim's face, as the person was unable to move. Craning his neck, he opened his eyes to get a better view.
At first, there was just a light, but as his vision began to clear Naruto found himself looking into pale azure eyes. Eyes widening, he bolted upright. Or at least tried to. Being wrapped in a cocoon of sand wasn't his idea of waking up from a nap, although that wasn't the first thing that came to mind for him.
"I-It's YOU!" he yelled accusingly. If he hadn't been restrained, he surely would have pointed at the red head.
He ignored him. "Your teammate. I need a name."
"I'm not telling you anything ! Now let me go!" he began thrashing around in hopes that the sand would grow thin.
Today just wasn't his day. He gets put into a hospital because someone attacked him, and now he was being confronted by the same person for help.
Like hell was he going to help him.
His eyes narrowed. 'No' isn't what he wanted to hear. Naruto could feel the sand hardening, forcing him to lay still.
"I need a name."
"You already got his name!"
"Not him. The girl."
"I'm not telling you anything about Sakura-chan! I'd rather die than let you-"
His eyes widened as he realized what he said.
"T-that's not her name! I mean that's what I call her. Her real name is… Sa-kina…yeah Sakina!"
Much to his surprise, he found himself being able to move freely again. He looked up to see the intruder walk out of the room.
He was in trouble now.
* * *
Sakura.
He'd seen that name before.
Without him knowing, his grip on the railing tightened. A name was a lot more work than one would expect. Instead of satisfying his curiosity, it just aroused it.
Of all times, it had to be now. It was made loud and clear that there was to be no distractions and that the mission was to be their main focus.
Of course he was sure back then. Now things have taken an unexpected turn.
Quite literally too for when he turned, something collided into him. Hard.
Hard enough, that he was practically being pushed onto the ground.
And he swore that before the thing crashed into him, he saw a flash of pink.
Okay, so I lied a bit. It's not like I intentionally expected this to happen. I know I said that this was going to be on hold, but it was mainly because I was on a writer's block.
Yes, it took me that long to come up with a new idea.
Yes, I am sorry.
Yes, the story is still under construction.
No, I'm not lying about that.
Have a nice day ^^
