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Follow the Sun, Part 9
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"My, my," Temari breathed as she stepped into the hospital exam room. Lady Chiyo walked in behind her, a smirk appearing on her face as she looked over to the bed. Temari stopped next to where Sakura lay, sitting poised and proud on the stiff mattress, and she placed her hands on her hips. "Don't you look better?"
"You think?" Sakura asked, her head cocked a little to the side.
"Absolutely. I see your little field trip helped." She shot Sakura a look, a little pull of the brow and quirk of the lips to tell her that she had heard all about her little outing. She lived with Gaara after all.
Sakura smiled, as if she were proudly without regret for her actions, and nodded. "Of course, I can do wonders when I've got what I need."
"Indeed," Chiyo commented as she stepped up to the bed. She held out a hand and Sakura complied with her request. After a moment to check her pulse and a bit of chakra to test the quality of blood pumping through her veins, she nodded happily. "You seem to manage yourself well, and I've been informed on your unique talents in chakra control."
Sakura nodded again, feeling a bit of pride knowing that her true attributes were finally being noticed. "It's always been my most natural talent."
"It shows. Mind if I take a look?"
Within moments, Sakura had the blinds drawn and the lights turned off. The room was dimly lit by the light seeping past the shades, but soon the walls glowed a faint green as she pooled her chakra in her hands. Temari and Chiyo stared with silent wonder as they watched the current of energy run through her veins and pulse with her heart. Sakura smiled, seeing the look of intrigue on their faces, and slowly let the energy die back into darkness. Temari flipped the light back on and turned to Sakura with a grin.
"That was cool."
Chiyo nodded in agreement. "You have good promise if you can stick it out. Tsunade will only bring out the best in you."
Sakura nodded, fully understanding the implications of her words. Going down the same road as her teacher was going to be a rough path. She would face hardships and struggles that were not so easily overcome. She had to change her thinking, adapt to a different style of life. She would need to be prepared to save a life on the battlefield one minute, and take a life the next. Medics seamlessly slipped between the boundaries of hunter and healer, ready to react at a moment's notice. Because sometimes, moments were all you had. She was going to save lives, put families back together, watch children come into the world, and be able to make a difference.
But she knew that maybe even through no fault of her own, there were some people who could not be saved. Some that would be too far gone, or too badly wounded, or just too old or too sick. That was the true weight of being a healer, to pick yourself up again after failing, so the next person that needed you wasn't left without someone to help. Some had told her that lives lost weighed heavier on the soul than lives taken. She needed to be strong.
"We've received word from Konoha," Temari said, holding up a small letter in her hand. She handed it to Sakura and grinned at the way her face lit up at the news.
Sakura took the letter, unfolding the paper, and read the words scrawled below. Tsunade's handwriting, she recognized it instantly, and it held a surprising amount of words, given how brief she cared to be with any matters of paperwork. It was addressed to Chiyo, which was strange considering that the first letter had left Suna before Chiyo had even looked in on Sakura.
"Lady Chiyo,
It has come to my attention that my student, Sakura, had been stranded in the desert due to a casualty on her assigned mission. I extend my gratitude to you and your people for giving her refuge from the elements and seeing to her health. I am sure that you have given her a personal visit. She is a curious one, you'll find out.
I intend to send a team to retrieve her, until then, she is to remain under the care of your city. Kakashi, Naruto, and Sasuke have insisted on running the mission, but I am sending Shikamaru and a few ANBU in case things go south on the return. They will depart for Wind country today, I expect their swift arrival by tomorrow evening.
All the best, and until we speak again,
Hokage of the Fire; Tsunade,"
Sakura felt a smile slowly creep across her face as she read, her heart racing with joy to know that her team had already been dispatched, currently on their way to bring her back home. It had only been a day and already it had felt too long. She pictured her team; Naruto senselessly racing on ahead while Sasuke and Kakashi strode on as usual. Shikamaru would only hold this little trip against her, but his nonchalant and inexplicably lethargic lifestyle concealed a skill and mighty wit that was a serious force to trifle with. If needed, his strategy and shadow could turn out very useful. She didn't really know what to think about Sasuke though.
She was excited to see him, of course, and after being ripped from the battlefield she had been thinking of what had happened to her team. They hadn't been in top form after that battle, and she hadn't been there to see to their injuries. Perhaps Sasuke would only view this as her fault, though maybe it was, or he might not even do much about it at all like he normally did. No cause for alarm or concern because in the end, all was well. But, as she thought back to the battle, she couldn't help but remember that hesitation to help Naruto, that moment of doubt that had almost cost his brother in arms his very head. Something dark was growing inside him, something that was getting harder to ignore, harder to explain away. Did she…want to see that again?
No matter, she had a good two days to mull over the events of that battle, and until then she needed to busy herself in the city. Two days went by very slow in the heat with nothing to do, and she wasn't very favorable of dreadful boredom.
"Thank you," Sakura said, looking from Temari to Chiyo. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate this. I would never have expected such hospitality."
"Don't mention it," Temari replied with a grin. "We should go grab something to eat since you're all cleared to leave. You hungry?" Sakura nodded, needing something more substantial than the hospital cafeteria food and vending machine snacks. "Good, let's go before all the good breakfast places fill up."
Sakura nodded, hopping off the stiff bed and twisting quickly to crack her back. A few pops and snaps followed her motions, a sigh of relief after that, and Sakura felt her stiffness start to fall away. She slipped on her shoes, straightened her hair as best she could and turned to Chiyo.
"Lady Chiyo," she started. "Is there any way that I could help around the hospital? If I'm to wait for my team, I'd be willing to lend my services as repayment for the care I received. I do light clinic duty at the hospitals in Konoha, or I could shadow someone, assist in some way."
Chiyo snickered and shook her head. "No, no I'm afraid not. You don't have an official title as nurse or doctor so you'd be unfit to see patients, regardless of your knowledge. Plus, in Suna, you need special permission to get a pass as a foreign doctor working in the hospital. And I'm denying you that passage. Take today to relax, you've earned it. Perhaps I can find you work in the greenhouse tomorrow when they transplant some seedlings. I'll have someone let Temari know if you're needed."
Sakura nodded, a little crestfallen after being rejected, but understood completely. Taking temperature and recording symptoms was no big deal in Konoha, but that's because of who her teacher was and the fact that she was always just a few blocks away if she were to be needed. Here, in Suna, she was a different person, one not yet fit to shoulder the care of their people. But, the greenhouse was promising. If there was one thing Sakura loved more than furthering her practice, it was the greenhouses. A little damp and always humid, but smelling richly wonderful and holding vast quantities of soft, fluffy soil to sink her hands into.
"I would be glad to help in any way, as long as I'm able." Sakura gave a bow of appreciation before looking to Temari and following her out of the room.
"So," Temari said as Sakura signed her name at the chart on the front desk, recording her official departure from the hospital. "What happened last night with Gaara?"
"What do you mean?" Sakura asked, her brow slightly pulled together in question. She set down the clipboard at the front desk and they stepped out into the sunny streets.
"Well, when he told me about the greenhouse this morning, I feel that he was leaving some things out. Care to fill in the blanks?"
Sakura shrugged, her eyes sweeping the streets and the buildings, slightly curious of the peculiar architecture. "Nothing much, really, but if that's the case then I'm guessing he didn't tell you he apologized."
"Apologized?"
"Yeah, he asked about my chakra control, I showed him, and then he just kinda blurted out that he was sorry. He's a little thick headed, isn't he? Took a bit of back and forth to get him to accept my forgiveness. I don't think he expected it."
"For what he did the last time we were in Konoha…yeah, I'd say none of us would have expected it."
"Well, we're allies now, partners. We've got to look out for one another, otherwise, everything falls apart. I don't hold anything against you, not personally at least. I'm afraid I can't say the same about some in your council, though."
"Yeah, you and most everyone else. There's word of throwing out the members that voted for the raid on the Leaf, that didn't try and go against the word of Orochimaru. But, when he's playing Kage, it's hard to say no."
Sakura nodded, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth in thought, Touchy subject, it seemed, and one best left to the people of the Wind to handle. She looked over to Temari, a smirk across her lips. "You'll figure it out. And Konoha is always there if those old fools need a kick in the right direction."
Temari laughed at this, a full-hearted laugh that brought an air of ease and content to their little stroll. Sakura smiled, happy to know that she could do her own part to mend the broken bonds of the past. Even if it were just a few perplexing souls such as this little trio of wayward siblings.
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Everyone was staring at them. Well, not so much him, Gaara was used to that, but these frightful and wary stares were currently directed at his brother. After all, it always garnered the attention of a crowd whenever someone laughed at Gaara. His arms tightly wrapped around his torso, doubled over as he struggled to maintain his amusement, Kankuro had openly guffawed at his younger brother after he had sourly muttered the events of the previous evening. Now Gaara stood, entirely unamused, while his brother had his fun laughing at his expense.
"It's not funny!" Gaara growled out through tight lips and clenched teeth.
Kankuro, now pretty sure that Gaara wouldn't smother him in his sleep, held up a hand to wipe the tears from his eyes. "Yes," he croaked. "Yes, it is."
"How is this supposed to be amusing?"
"Oh, come on, Gaara. How often have you really been stumped for words? Huh? Or how many times in your life have you senselessly blurted something out? My god, I would have given anything to see that." He continued to chuckle, the mental image his little brother, the mighty vessel of the demon of the sands, all confused and hopeless because of a chat with a girl. He couldn't keep himself from laughing at it.
Gaara narrowed his eyes, a scowl pulling at his face, and the others that were rallied for scouting duties for the day began to take tentative steps back. In a way, Gaara was a little grateful for his brother's whimsical outburst. This would only show his team and his peers that he was, in fact, capable of much more restraint and control over his temper than he had been before. If Kankuro lived through this, word would spread fast. "I'm growing tired of this, Kankuro," Gaara warned, his voice deep enough to just be between the two of them.
He nodded, trying to stifle the last of his chuckles as he straightened and held up his hands in defeat. "All right, all right, I'm done." He shot his little brother a crooked smirk, a little testing and clearly humored by his struggles with social aspects. "But see? I told you it would be fine, you just had to go for it. Anyone that deals with Naruto day-to-day must be the forgiving type. He'd be six feet under if she wasn't, guaranteed."
Gaara looked at the ground in thought, shrugging his shoulders as to agree with his brother.
"But hey," Kankuro said, slapping a hand over Gaara's shoulder in good spirits. "It's one less thing to worry about, one less thing to let eat away at you."
Gaara rolled his eyes, though he knew his brother was right. Already he had felt that weight lifted, just one of many that still held him down, but he felt lighter none the less. His meditation had improved the night before, and he had greeted the dawn with the sensation of being well rested. It was a rare feeling for him, to be so…rejuvenated. His head always ached with lack of sleep, his joints constantly protested any strenuous work, not to mention that voice that always rattled around inside his brain, and all that only played into his temper and lack of patience. But, sitting in the dim light of the far off sunrise, he had felt all that pain melt away.
So were the fruits of a quiet mind, of an easy soul. He could get used to that.
"What do I need to do today?" Gaara replied after a moment, needing something to distract his brother from continuing to make fun of him, or worse, keep bringing up his conversation with Sakura.
Kankuro looked over the mission report he had been given by Temari before he left the house that morning. He shook his head. "Temari says you stay in the city today. With Sakura here, she thinks it'll be best to have you close by."
Gaara nodded, a little upset, but fully understanding his sister's concerns. Someone had intended to kill Sakura, and Gaara had a hunch that whoever had dropped her thought that the desert would do his dirty work for him. But she had made it out of the belly of the beast, and now that word had been sent to Konoha with her location and condition, she was still at risk for a second attack. Perhaps knowing that Gaara was on watch rested his sister's mind.
"Got it," he said, his eyes scanning to the northwest, where Sakura had first been dropped.
"Try not to get too bored while the rest of us have all the fun, okay, Gaara?" Kankuro sneered through a grin as he pulled his hood over his head. Gaara rolled his eyes again, giving his brother the nod he needed to finally go away, and waved as Kankuro left to ready for his rounds. Another two days of scouting the dunes and he would have a few days off to himself, but until then, duty called him.
Gaara, after his brother had left, departed for the main scout camp permanently on post atop the eastern walls. He would stay there most of the day, as it offered the best shaded view of the northern lands. Surely, whoever had taken Sakura from the forest would still be in the north. To go around and come up on the city from the south would have taken hundreds of miles of detour routes to avoid the scouts and outposts they had scattered out passed the Basin. That would have taken days. But, Temari had said that this enemy of Sakura's wielded the same type of transport as he did, just as quick but managed in a different way. Electrical, she had said, like the Chidori that had given him his first truly inflicted wound. He had been made to bleed for the first time because of that electrical charge, and if this stranger held the same power, only stronger and more versatile, Gaara had to be on his toes. Perhaps it wasn't so radical to think that they might try and sneak up from behind, unexpectedly, but Gaara didn't count on it.
Something on the wind from the north didn't sit well with him. It knotted his gut and weighed heavy on his heart as he set his unflinching gaze onto the sands of the horizon. There was something out there, he could feel it.
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High noon had come to the desert, the sun, always relentless and unforgiving without the relief from cloud cover, shone down on the sands below, baking the ground and sending ripples of heat through the air. Sakura grimaced as she huddled in the shade of an awning. It was a day much like the one before; hot, with hardly any wind, and she wasn't fond of the persistent weather. The only blessing she could find was that the desert was not at all as humid as her temperate home, and the lack of moisture in the air helped a great deal in staying cool in the city.
She scuffed her sandals on the ground, trying to kick out the sand that had gathered in them while she and Temari walked through the dusty streets. Their breakfast had been a much needed meal for Sakura. A hearty plater of eggs and sausage with some peculiar desert fruits and a tea made from some sort of cactus. It had actually been very good, though she hadn't expected it. But, after their meal was finished, Temari had duties to attend to. Sakura tagged along and was doing her best to stay out of Temari's way.
Sakura was growing a bit antsy, however, as she continued to meek herself into the shaded corner of the awnings. They had gone to the mission's offices, why they were outside was beyond Sakura's understanding, and the past few hours had been spent waiting for Temari to finish up. It couldn't be helped. The end of her team's run cycle was coming up, she had a lot of finalized statements and reports from her team to look through, plus her own, and then – as a new captain still under a probationary period – she would have to meet with her superior and run over all of the submitted files. She wanted to get a head start on the submissions while she still had a good full day left.
So Sakura stood out of the way, making polite off handed chats with her subordinates and anyone to happen by the offices on their way through. As the hours passed, she was surprised at how many had stopped to exchange a few words with her. It must have been the color of her hair, at least that what she kept telling herself, it made her stick out like a sore thumb amongst all of the beige. She had attracted the attention of mostly men; a little awkward and sometimes too straightforward as most young men tended to be, and the girls that passed either welcomed her with genuine interest, or snuck less than savory looks from over their shoulders. Foreigner, and it was written all over her face.
Sakura pursed her lips, tearing her eyes away from the shifting crowd of faces, and continued tapping her toes against the dirt, still trying to shake that stubborn sand loose.
"Hello."
She nearly jumped out of her skin. She looked up with a start that even took the man by surprise. She recognized him, he spoke often with Temari since she had gotten here, and she managed a nervous smile, thoroughly embarrassed with herself.
"Hi," she breathed, an apologetic look to her face. "Miller, right?"
He nodded with a shrug. "It's a nickname but…yeah, Miller."
"What's up?" she asked, trying to be nonchalant about her little jump.
Miller turned back to the offices where Temari leaned against the counter speaking with a lady and pointing to some documents she had presented in a folder. "Captain Temari says she's gonna be a while yet, told me to come over and see if you needed anything."
Sakura shrugged. "No, I'm fine. Thanks though." She smiled, her lips pulling tight into a less than sincere line across her mouth.
He nodded, looked to the ground a moment, and then back up at Sakura. "You hungry? It's been a while since breakfast, I could get you something from a good place for lunch."
Sakura eyes him wearily, her gaze flickering to Temari as she contemplated the offer. She crossed her arms over her chest, her stance solid and unmoving, and then looked to him once again, an eyebrow quirked in intrigue. She wasn't buying his offer, not yet at least. Miller put up his hands, as if showing surrender.
"It's not a date, or an invitation to one. Sorry, I should have assumed someone already asked."
Sakura couldn't help it, but she snorted out a chuckle. "Yeah, that's what the last guy said."
"I'm Temari's second in command!" he exclaimed, throwing a gesture to his captain. "I mean, honestly, she'd have my head if she found me fraternizing with her new favorite renegade." Sakura didn't know exactly what it had been, but she was sure that it was the way he spoke with just the right amount of sarcasm that finally won her over. Or maybe it was because all she had to do was tattle on him to Temari to turn that sarcastic comment into reality.
She shrugged. "Sure."
Miller grinned and, for a moment, Sakura was reminded of Naruto. Like him, Miller had a big grin, one that seemed to take up his whole face. "Great, it's a bit of a walk, but Temari's buying."
They strode off into the sun, boiling down on her as it had the day before, but this time it wasn't so damnable. Miller whistled over to Temari and she perked up at the sound. She waved a hand to them as they walked from the offices and they waved back.
"So," Sakura said as she stepped in line next to Miller. "Where are we heading?"
With his hands stuffed in his pockets and a leisurely saunter to his gate, he glanced over to answer her. "It's a vendor that's been selling the same food on the same corner since I was a kid. Best stuff in town, ask anyone."
"Anyone?" she questioned.
"Well…anyone who knows anything," he grumbled. Yet again, all Sakura could think of was Naruto and that damn ramen stand. "But seriously," he pressed on. "That woman knows her stuff."
"What does she sell?"
"Some local specialties. For lunch," he said throwing her a devious little grin. "You're going native."
Sakura grimaced, everything about that look on his face telling her that she wasn't about to like the answer to her next question. "And, um," she said, taking a quick look around to see if she could see any food signs or markets to give her some sort of clue. "What is native exactly?"
"Today, it's slow cooked gizzard stew." Miller grinned when Sakura snapped her mouth shut, her lips pulled into a deep scowl.
"Gizzard?" she asked, her voice practically pleading for it to be a joke. Maybe she'd rather be on a date. "You mean like…guts?"
"Part of them, yes."
"And Temari wants this?" she demanded, her shock turning to downright disbelief.
He nodded readily. "Oh, yes. Temari has developed a certain taste for it over the years. She had to, practically no choice."
"How so?"
"It's Gaara's favorite."
Well…that had clearly stumped her.
He nodded once before continuing. "Yeah, it is. Before Temari learned to cook it, she would always go to that same stand and get it for him, claimed it was the only way he liked it until she finally got the owner to give up the recipe. But still, nothing like that original taste. I should know, I've been going there longer than she has."
Sakura perked at this, the statement seeming a little off since, after all, Temari was a few years older than Sakura herself, and – for some reason – she hadn't given thought to the age of anyone else on her team. "Wait…how old are you?"
"Nineteen."
"Oh, my god," she gasped, quickly shushing herself for the involuntary outburst.
Miller only chuckled. "I've got a young face, I know."
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They walked through the market district now, and Sakura began to have a good idea of what was in store for her as she contemplated all the sizzling food and strange smells in the air. They moved to the side of the crowd, Miller claiming to know a way around the busy market to the street of the vendor, and Sakura followed after him, cutting seamlessly through the flow of people and ducking down the side street he spoke of.
There were no shops back here, it seemed to head directly into what she could only assume was a residential street. These buildings all held a great likeness to each other, she was coming to find out. The thrumming of voices bartering and arguing behind them seemed to echo through the street as it resonated between the high buildings. Sakura, as she huddled next to the structures, was grateful for the shade once again.
"Short cut?" she questioned as she halted her tracks. Taking a look back at the busy square.
Miller nodded. He looked out to the end of the street they had taken, to where it hooked to the left and continued on their course, just a few blocks back from the market. "We'll head down to 7th, take that until Olden street, and –"
Sakura yelped sharply. The feeling of a hand fisting into her hair was followed by her head slamming against the wall to her right. She felt it impact, hard and solid against her skull, and braced against the wall for a second. She groaned, slurring out a curse at the wall, and was so thrown by the experience that she touched a hand to her head, her fingers pressed against tender flesh and a wetness she knew had to have been blood, and looked up to Miller.
His face was frozen, clear shock over his features, and his hands were held hesitantly in front of him, as if he had expected her to fall. She winced, her head suddenly filling with pressure, and in a moment of delirium spoke in a strangely mild voice.
"Did…did you just hit me?"
"What the fu–" He was cut short, and Sakura thought the pressure in her eyes had gotten the best of her.
Miller was struck down, stumbling back as his jaw cocked to the side, as if sucker punched to the face. His radio was thrown from around his neck and Sakura began to reach for him, only to feel that hand in her hair again. Her hands shot back to grab it, a purely instinctual reaction within her flushing and throbbing head, but she grabbed nothing but air. Again, her skull was slammed into the wall, twice in rapid succession until a faint gasp left her lips and she was released. For a moment, as she collapsed on the ground, her world went dark.
There was silence, no crowds, no wind, no screeching birds looking for scraps of fallen food. Wait, it wasn't all silent. There was a ringing, a high pitched, nonstop ringing, and it only seemed to get louder. The ringing continued, growing louder until something else came to her ears. Rustling, like the sand that had tumbled down the sides of the dunes as she walked through desert, and it…came from behind her?
Something touched her then. She felt it, and suddenly her eyes snapped open and the ringing was truly replaced by the roar of voices in the market. She scrambled on the ground, quickly turning over to see something dark, almost like a thick vine, slithering out from under the sand and snagging her foot. She gasped, trying to kick it away but it only gripped her foot tightly and slid up and around her ankle. Her head flared with pain once again and she whimpered at the sudden spots in her vision. She looked back to Miller, to find him trying to stand from the ground.
She tried to pull her legs up to stand, but that thing only pulled back and she reached out for him as he tried to grab her. The sand offered little assistance as that vine dragged her off down the street. "Miller!" she cried after him, trying desperately to grab onto something, to dig her fingers into the dirt and slow her pace, but it was moving so fast. She tore into the market, her skin scraping along the sand and little rocks, and stinging sharply as tried to turn to her back.
It had her ankle in a death grip, even now she felt as though her bones might break, and when she tried to pool some chakra there, to strengthen herself against the pressure, it only squeezed harder and she cried out in pain. The people of the market scattered at her sides, but some unlucky few were caught in her path and toppled over as she swept their feet out from under them.
"Move! Everyone move!" Miller roared into the crowd. He cursed himself, lowering his guard like a fool and not seeing that attack coming. He scanned the crowd, looking for anything in the commotion that could be considered an enemy, and wished he had taken the opportunity to snag his radio after it was knocked from his person.
Sakura looked back to see the crowd panicking in her wake, and found that Miller was no longer distinguishable as she was jostled down the dirt road, her vision nothing but blue sky shaken with a flurry of robes and scurrying feet. He was caught in the crowd, and she was moving too quick to catch. She looked ahead again, toward the direction of her travel, and in the distance, between the fleeing civilians, she spied the walls of Suna as they broke apart for the northern gates. Her heart leapt in her chest, her stomach clenching in panic. It was taking her out of the city, back to the desert.
"Oh, shit," she cursed in a gasp. "Miller!"
She cleared the market, and as she did she took a chance to snag a support pole to a street light. Her hands smacked against the metal and she winced at the impact, her fingers and her palms stinging as she struggled to pull herself forward.
She had caught those around her by surprise and, in the suddenness of the moment, they stood in shock, offering her little assistance. The vine pulled again, and she could feel it constrict and retract as though it were muscular, like a snake contorting its body. She took a breath, trying to ignore the way it felt like her foot were being squeezed off, and focused on her control. She felt her muscles pull tight in her arms, her chakra building in them like a warm buzz through her veins. She pulled forward, earning a good few inches as she tried to pull her foot from the vine.
"Miss?" one of the men standing in the street asked, clearly dazed, looking back to the bustle down the street.
She looked up at him, her lips parting as she tried to plea for help, but that vine squeezed again. Only this time, she felt something slice into her skin. She cried out at the pain, her grip on the pole giving out, and she was torn through the streets yet again. She looked down, wincing at the pain and grinding her teeth against it, and saw that the vine around her foot had sprouted spines, a good inch and a half long, that were scattered along its length. Dirt stuck to the blood dripping from the puncture wounds, and as she tried to lean forward, to try and pull the vine from her skin, it only squeezed tighter again, forcing those spines ever further into her skin.
"Ah! Shit!" she seethed, looking fearfully to the gates as they loomed ever closer above the rooftops. Her eyes darted around, trying to see anything that could mean help, and dug her fingers into the ground as best as should, hoping the extra traction would give her enough time. Hoping it would give him enough time.
"Gaara!"
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