Chapter 7: ~Movie~
Temari has been chasing the data of the chewing gum girls for more than half an hour by her laptop, but the desired success has been so far.
"It'll take all night!" She sighed, annoyed.
She had no desire to squat in her room and to look at any pictures of embarrassed people. She clipped the calculator under her arm and pulled back into the living room.
"What are you pulling a face for?" Asked Kankuro, who was just loafing on the seat and working on his new toy.
Temari sat down to him and pushed him to one side as she bent over the object with suspicious eyes.
"What's going to happen?" She looked at the little hoop in his hand.
"Nothing that really interests you." He did not even look at her.
"Then the thing cannot be so important. Here! Help me to find out something about this stupid ghost. "She laid her laptop on her lap.
"I've only found her death certificate. The little one has been dead since the attack four months ago! "She showed him her find.
"Well, what am I to say? The thing stinks huge, but I do not know anymore. "She leaned back, leaving Kankuro everything else.
He looked at everything closely and became slightly wistful.
"The kid can really hurt you. That she had to meet Gaara! "With a sigh, he returned to his mission.
He was looking for information about their past, which was easy to find, but there was nothing floating around the world.
"Do not make such a joke!" Her gaze fell short on the screen.
"I've already come across that. She had a beautiful pink-flower life, a very great childhood. I almost had to vomit, "she said nervously.
"Eternal envy is a bad life," he replied, and she looked at him briefly, whereupon he concentrated again on the essentials.
"Lick me!" She hissed at him roughly.
Her brother ignored her commentary and looked at the harmonious family portrait he had found.
The father was a tall, handsome man from the middle class.
With his brown, short hair and the same intense green in his eyes as his daughter, he seemed to have been a very sympathetic man.
His wife, who, with her loving smile, could free everyone from her grief, was a slender, elegant woman with long legs. She had the same hair as Sakura, except that her a few tones were darker.
Her blue eyes were warm and radiant.
While her father was a high animal in the York government and an experienced diplomat, she devoted herself to fine arts.
Numerous criticisms suggested that she was a composer and singer, who was quite popular in her homeland, especially among the rich.
For some reason, Kankuro Sakura's father, Yasuo Haruno, came to fame. He knew he had seen him somewhere before he was even younger.
He held his chin and was completely lost in thought.
Temari was not afraid of this silence, and she was just about to kick him when he got up suddenly.
"What's the matter?" She asked, slightly frightened.
"I'll be right back." He ran out of the room quickly.
"Hey!" His sister shouted after him.
She was confused about his spontaneous flash of light, if it was one at all.
For a long time she did not have to wait for him, because he came in at the same moment again, an older camera around the shoulder and a pile of photos in the hands. He quickly took his place next to his sister.
"I knew I had seen this man before."
Kankuro seemed to talk to himself.
His sister did not feel as if he would see her presence at all.
"What are you talking about? You know him? Would you be so kind as to share your knowledge with me? "She demanded.
"Eight years ago I was with my mother in a clinic in York. At that time I thought it was just an excursion and I was not busy with it. I never asked what they really did. "He pulled a USB cable from the stack of photos and put it in the laptop.
Then he put the camera next to it and closed it.
"You were there? Why are you still here? "She gave him a puzzled look.
The older man grabbed a couple of the photos, which he had placed carelessly on the table.
On one of them were three men and the woman Kankuro had seen. Her eyes widened in disbelief. One of the men was clearly Mr. Haruno.
The other two did not know her.
The one in the middle with the black hair had a serious expression and a quite stiff posture. His arms were crossed behind his back, his stern gaze directed straight ahead. The last of them was a little off the beaten track and seemed to be very wild in his youth, as Temari found.
He had dark, wavy hair and black eyes. He seemed to her to be the kind of person who would go without hesitation over bodies to realize their goals.
She would not have liked that guy in the dark at night, even though he was a really keen guy and even had an earring.
Kankuro's adoptive mother stood between the grinning Haruno and the first guy, trying to feel comfortable in the crowd.
Temari shook his head and threw back the picture.
On the next photo was a boy holding a camera pointing at a small child.
She was not sure which gender it was, so she could not determine exactly because the child had no hair and only had the baggy uniform clothes for patients.
But judging by the radiant laughter, it was a girl.
The boy seemed to be Kankuro. He looked very much like him.
"Who is this bald-headed bellow?" She asked him curiously.
Her brother was just about to open the video files on the camcorder.
"If I remember, it's the girl out there in the yard." A small screen opened with a few clicks.
"What? That is not your seriousness! "She stared at the picture, shocked.
"Just look at it." Temari looked up.
With a few disturbances ran the film.
The face of a twelve-year-old Kankuro looked at the camera and seemed to be happy that she was working.
"Thanks for the battery! Now it's working again! "He looked up.
A young male voice was heard.
"That's what I said! Have fun with her, but watch out! «
The camera waved around, to a nurse, who obviously smiled at Kankuro.
"I promise." He went on.
The picture showed a long, white-lined aisle, large windows on one side of the room gave a view to the outside. Warm light came in through them.
He did not meet many people until he stopped.
A middle-aged woman with brown hair seemed to wait for him. She smiled at him.
"You've been lucky, Kankuro!" She knelt to him.
"Yes, Toma was really nice." His adopted mother was visibly happy that her drawing-boy could smile again.
Suddenly the door behind Mrs. Sule opened and a man in the white doctor's coat came out.
It was Mr. Haruno, who came to the two of them.
"And, have you been lucky?" He asked Kankuro, smiling.
"Yes, and he even gave me spare batteries."
"Listen well." He looked up.
"Mrs. Sule, if you like, we can start now." He looked kindly to the woman.
The mother looked wistfully.
"Yeah, well. Kankuro, would you please wait here until I've finished? "Her eyes were weak, but full of love for her son.
"May I look around here, Mum?" The camera was aimed at the woman.
"I do not know if you can do that." The field of vision swung at once to the man.
"So there's nothing to talk about. If you just go in the direction, you'll come outside. There you can make some great shots! "The friendly man replied before them.
"For real? It's really nice of them! "Without worrying about it, the child was already running.
The woman called after him something.
"Do not go too far!"
Kankuro waved to her.
"Do not do it," and left his mother alone with the doctor.
The corridor was long, until a glass door blocked his way.
The boy's curiosity was aroused and he was eager to know if the nice doctor had told the truth.
The door opened automatically as he walked towards them, with which Kankuro came outside.
There was a free backyard.
The floor was extremely clean and gleaming in the sun.
There were two stone pavilions in the courtyard where one could hide well.
Kankuro went up to one of the buildings and climbed onto the round roof, which was quite simple, as iron bars were attached to the side, which represented a ladder. From there he had a much better view and could see what the man had meant.
The clinic had been built on a hill that rose above the city, giving a great view of York.
