title: breathe slow
pairing: eventual SasuSaku.
dedication: To Emily and Sonya, who came to my withdrawal's rescue. and to Selene and everyone else that gave me another hug. :)
notes: Bazinga~
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breatheslow
"These forests are huge," Ino murmured, eyes squinted as they sped through the forest.
Sasuke's bloody-red eyes scanned the forest and subconsciously agreed. The trees were as large and as thick as the trees in the forest surrounding Konoha, if not completely bigger. And there were thousands of them, each bigger and thicker than the last. The three of them sprinted down on the grounds, jumping over fallen branches and catching momentum by swinging on the lower branches.
They hadn't been surprised that, once at the heart of the forest, the scouting team had been split up; and they'd been less surprised that they'd been teamed up, again.
Actually, Sasuke had swallowed his annoyance.
But, then again, Sasuke'd been doing that, a lot, ever since that fucking Hokage had got him into this mess. He was, at this point, just waiting to snap.
"How the hell are we going to spot them, anyway," Ino continued on, a bit louder. "They're not going to be in plain sight, are they?"
Had Sasuke been anyone else, he'd release the confirmed fact that Zetsus can disguise themselves within their surroundings. Like a bunch of fucking chameleons.
But, Sasuke said to himself in feigned disappointment, as shinobi that have fought the war, they should know that by now. Unless they were ignorant, which Sasuke wouldn't be surprised of. But then again, Sasuke mused, entertaining his thoughts for once, he could just be biased... He did despise Konoha and anything that had to do with it, after all.
"Either way," she went on, "we're giving off our presence with—"
And then something like a startled shriek escaped passed Ino's lips as a blur lunged at her and, given her speed, caused her to crash into one of the trees and actually split it in half. Splinters and dirt fogged the place up as Ino coughed and hacked, trying to sit up.
Sasuke stood and watched, blankly, as Ino, bleeding from the corner of her lips and the material of her nin-top's right sleeve ripped and matted with blood, sat up and tried to look around for the source of attack... And a white Zetsu slowly oozed into materialization from the top half of the broken tree, his beady gold eyes on Ino.