Kakashi knew he was in trouble when the blood started stinging his eyes. When his vision started getting dimmer even through his good eye. With every leap he landed soundly on the next branch, he felt his heart hammering away. He felt himself falling in slow motion, the bark of the next branch slid under his feet and caught under his nails as he desperately tried to catch himself. Kakashi hit the ground and he knew he wasn 't getting up. He'd almost made it to the gates of Konoha. He was going to die in the village's backyard. Scoffing he dropped his head onto the hard ground with a resounding thump. It didn't hurt so much anymore. Staring up at the blue sky peeking through the forest canopy he let his eyes close.
"Shiiinooobbiiii" the voice was a soft rasp. So soft he thought it might be a figment of his dying brain. Grunting, coughing, and groaning he struggled to lift himself managing only to lift his head. His color sapped vision taking in the sight before him.
The owner of the voice seemed to slither down the tree face. Vibrant green eyes painted with kohl. Hair a bright pink splash of color. Standing over him he watched the 'the witch' gather in height and strength. Silently she stalked towards him, now close enough he could feel her breathe ruffling his hair. Two thin stripes of color on each cheek, warriors paint. Kneeling over him he was better able to see her delicate features. A small upturned nose, long eye lashes, and rosy lips pulled into a frown. Her pale hand reached for his pulse, her eyes narrowed mistrustingly at him. "If you die here the village will blame me". Her voice was soft and rough as though she didn't speak often.
Her hair was intricately woven with a delicate branch on each side of her head, the branches appearing to be horns as though she were a forest spirit. Through her shiny pink hair there was a string of feathers and several beads gathered on leather thongs that clinked softly as she looked him over. She was wearing soft leather boots, the ground around him was so soaked in blood that her boots were being stained.
"Sorry" he managed, his eyes rolling back in his head. His body too mangled to stay conscious.
Large green eyes looked him over. Leaving a dead ANBU in her forest would bring the villagers to her door demanding vengeance. The pinkette nibbled her lower lip. She patted him down, pulling his pouch of kunai from his hip with quick efficiency and latching it around her own waist to swing loosely, payment for her services. Smiling down at him, more an animal baring of teeth than friendly she absorbed the sight of him.
He was a handsome male. Much taller and more muscular than herself, it would make taking him back to her home awkward but not impossible. She scanned over him a final time, tugging his face mask down and staring into his face. 'The witch' memorized his strong features, her fingertips gently brushing his cheekbones. She had not been so close to another without feeling wary in some time.
She leaned down, gracelessly hefting him over a shoulder and leaping away into the foliage.