Hey, Sorry this chapter is so short. I haven't been writing recently and I need to buy more time to get ahead. So anyways…

Moose- …. Are you a man? Don't worry about Isamu/Nobu, he's not like Yamato. I don't think Yamato has much of a personality anyway… But Isamu is like Kakashi or Shikamaru to me. He's funny. … I like chocolate chip bagels.

Readerfreak10- She seriously is evil, and annoying. But the only hatred I save is for Karin. Whom I hate with a passion.

Mello- I already know you're married so that's why I didn't say Mrs. Mello. The screen name is just two of my favorite songs. I don't go the distance, I ain't no Hercules. I hate that Light did that to L, it made me sad. L was awesome.

Me: Disclaiming time! Haku!

Haku: Hello. TheContheDistance doesn't own Naruto.

The orange-haired girl listened to the steady breathing from Sakura's room. Emiko got up silently from the couch. She had insisted that Sakura take her own bed, it didn't seem right for the guest to sleep in a bed. The girl padded without a sound to her friend's room and tried as hard as she could not to make a sound, not even a breath.

Sakura twisted in her sleep and mumbled something incoherent. It was so strange to watch someone else asleep. So caught up in their own imagination, their own little world, where only their feelings and hopes mattered. Emiko looked at her pink-haired friend. She really didn't deserve someone who would leave her on a bench in the middle of night. Sakura could have been raped or even killed. I'll keep my promise to you, Sakura. I swear it.

Emiko slid the balcony door open and slipped out into the night air. Her large shirt flapped a little as she hopped up to the roof.

Kankuro had let her borrow a shirt that was too big even for him, and Sakura had given her some pants that went to her ankles. The girl sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear. She felt her back muscles tense, and a frown tugged at the corner of her mouth. This back tensing up is really starting to irritate me.

"About time you showed your face." Emiko didn't turn her head.

"Well I did notice that you sensed my presence," the man responded cheerfully.

"Hn, who are you?"

The man leered at her and folded his arms across his chest. Emiko faced him and could barely make out that he wasn't wearing a hitai-ate in the moonless night. A gust of wind blew but both shinobi ignored it and watched each other.

"I'll tell you who I am if you defeat me," he replied. The girl restrained herself from rolling her eyes. Arrogant bastard. She spread her feet apart and fell into a fighting stance.

"It's not going to take long."

"Heh, I'm sure it won't, you look pathetic."

Emiko took out her own kunai then cursed to herself: she had forgotten to bring water.

"We'll see about that," she said coldly. She clenched her fists and felt her ears heat up. Worst comes to worst, there must be a river somewhere nearby. I could lure him there and finish him off. This bastard is going to die.

The man didn't reply but somersaulted backwards while breaking parts of the roof. Emiko watched carefully, her eyes darting and scanning every move. He landed on the other end of the roof, both of his hands held huge piles of broken tile. They looked like shards of glass. He quickly began to throw them in a fast procession.

"Ninpou, Kawara Shuriken!"

Emiko quickly dodged each one of the shards, thinking quickly. When he was somersaulting away from me he was breaking the roof so he could get tiles. He's a long-range fighter, then?

Relax. Flow and stay calm, being quick is the key here, and that's what I'm good at. The man began to launch more tile shuriken as well as kunai and senbon. Emiko clenched her teeth as the weapons were becoming harder to dodge. She could already feel the scrapes along her legs and arms. Is he controlling them with chakra?! But he can't keep going like this forever, he doesn't have an endless supply of weaponry to throw so he will need to get some more tiles. His chakra isn't expendable either, and you can't possibly control all those weapons while throwing them. The shuriken whistled dangerously close to her cheek as she turned her head to the side. He must be controlling some of them with chakra.

No more time for games, this ends now. Emiko dodged again and swiftly appeared in front of the man and punched him square in the face. The man somersaulted backwards to keep distance between them. She ran forward and avoided the tiles he threw as he flipped. The man quickly made seals and took out a sword.

"Mikazuki no mai!"

The girl raised her eyebrows as the man dashed forward and it seemed like there were two of them. She scowled as they dashed closer. They both swung and she pulled herself to the ground. The man's clone stabbed the other instead of their target.

"Baka." Emiko smirked. Only an idiot wouldn't have expected that.

Then both of the figures blew up in smoke. The girl clenched her jaw. They were both clones of the bastard.

"You are the only idiot here, little girl!" Emiko looked up to see the man jumping towards her with his sword. She hastily surrendered herself to her instincts. The girl dove down backwards onto the ground and kicked the arm holding the sword. The shinobi grunted and spun around to cut her stomach. Emiko smirked and threw shuriken at him. He blocked it as she appeared behind him and lodged a kunai in his neck. His knees buckled and he fell down.

"Next time I don't want to fight someone so pathetic, not that there is going to be a next time." The girl tore her kunai out of his neck, spraying blood on her face. Kuso. If I look like this who knows what Sakura and Temari will do? I killed the guy before he told me his name; now I have no idea what I'm dealing with. Kuso.

Emiko walked back to her home slowly and slipped through Sakura's room to the couch. She sat down but remembered the various cuts and bruises lining her body. The girl got up and walked to the sink to wash and her legs and arms. She always took a long time bandaging her body properly.

It wasn't that Emiko liked to show off her skin because that was what she hated about other girls; they wore revealing and tight clothes that showed off their bodies. Emiko wore baggy clothing. She had nothing for guys to stare at anyways but she just didn't care if anyone saw anything.

The girl sighed and collapsed on her bed. Her body ached and her limbs were sore. Her last thought before drifting off to sleep was of a certain red-haired Kazekage.