He stepped out into the garden, the dead earth swirling about his feet before settling once again, unaware of the light green eyes that watched his every move from the rooftop. He tread lightly, frowning at all the sand that covered his beautiful roses.

Damn that sand storm – it always knew how to ruin his day.

As he stood there, the eyes narrowed and a shadowed hand rose, fingers curled in a half fist. He didn't notice, at first, how the sand about his feet began to quiver, snaking tendrils climbing silently up his legs. It was only when the tongues of earth brushed against his flesh that he looked down in horror.

"No!" he cried, looking about wildly for his attacker. "Be gone, monster! Leave me be!"

The eyes paid no heed and the sand continued to ooze up his body, moving quicker and covering him thickly. Finally, the dead earth covered his wailing head, silencing his cries, and lifting him several feet into the air.

The hand clenched into a fist completely.

The sand contracted.

Blood and bits of flesh dribbled past the dead grains, crimson mud splattering on the ground. Up on the roof, the eyes sparkled in excitement, the creature inside delighting in the scent, taste, and feel of death within its sandy claws.

The day's first kill was always the sweetest.


I don't quite remember what made me mad enough to write this, but I just wanted to get the anger out, like, last semester or something. I never planned on posting this, but since I was being threatened with bodily harm, I decided to save my skin. Lessee, I don't own Naruto, so, till next time!