a/n: an attempt to channel my imagination to the intricate world of Naruto; warfare is somewhat based on the anime's PS2 version so don't blame me for any misuse of their abilities; reviews are appreciated. the plot is revealing itself! yay! btw, thanks to that last reviewer (I'm sorry I cannot mention your username, I will in the next chapter) for her/his "growing patience" in this fiction. and oh, Souke no Chi ni Mesametta Hyuuga Hinata is the PS2 version of Hinata finally the head of Hyuuga clan, who is even stronger than Neji.

OF BUZZING AND CHIRPING

"The Second Sex"

At the starkness that surrounded the space between the three of them, congregating their chakra, one female chuunin and two female genin's have beforehand mustered the technique of disguise. The Sound Village's fortress has freaked the mind of TenTen's emotionality, hoisted Inner Sakura's ego and created nil reaction to Hinata; Souke no Chi ni Mesametta Hyuuga Hinata has this impeccable demeanor towards the state of affairs of life. The chuunin has accepted the reality of her life as the head of one of the most powerful clans in Konoha, in which violence and tragedy is affixed into. The singularity of this fact has made the female chuunin decide for herself once and for all; and the philosophy that women, the second sex as patriarchal people claims, has this envy of the standards set by men when it comes to construing power and might has made her again stand out. She trained hard despite her father's preposterousness, despite her weaknesses. Her psychoanalytic effort to gradually dissolve the difference between who is strong and weak has earned her the victory of fulfilling her destiny of being the most tough Byakugan fighter the clan has ever had. She refused to wear the vest, and wore instead a robe akin to her father's – an indication that her standards for strength isn't discerned with the fashion of Konoha nor the standards set by patriarchy. She adheres on the presupposition that being strong and being feeble is a condition chosen by the person; the very fact that she formerly spoke in gibberish from coyness and infatuation to a certain fox and suddenly having to speak eloquently is a testimony to these.

On the onset however, TenTen had a hard time dealing with the feeling of moving on; her dilemma surrounded in her circumstance where her abilities can no longer cope up with other shinobi's her age. Her training is as hard as that of Lee's but her knack can only marshal vast knowledge on weapons – nothing more and nothing less. Her jutsu's aren't par with people such as Neji or Sasuke, and she can only guess why. Albeit her talk with Hinata who said that Tenten herself is a slave to the patriarchal order of the world and must be liberated from it, she still compares herself with the standards set by dogmatism. One of these days, perhaps, her mind can function properly.

Sakura, despite her psychological issues, is vastly learning the technology of 'shinobihood'; when time is most fruitful possibly she could earn her chuunin vest, but happenstances where depression and melancholy overwhelm her spirits make her ego void. Her memories of team seven, those memories that ought to have lightened her ego up hasn't been doing good inspite of the Hokage's guidance. Her depression, her one-sided love affairs and her futility in the team seven has made her ego negatively stagnant without the probabilities of progress whatsoever.

These dramas have been roundabout since unforgettable situations besieged them, those situations of time and space that plagued their mindsets of optimism. Hinata, despite her victories, has closed her emotions closed. Tenten, despite her attempts to be great, has led herself into vainness. Sakura, despite the Hokage's guidance, has her issues that snow herself down.

The three females, upon their conjuring of a ninjutsu-genjustu technique, has created a backdrop of invisibility; their chakra has been concealed so that no one can sense them but exposing them into great risks. It was all good however as they stroll the corridors of the Sound Village's main manor; their target after all is the scroll that the village stole – confrontation is discouraged. They walked, noticing all too well of the darkness and eeriness of the place, noticing an atmosphere of bleakness. Several shinobi's passed by them and hardly noticed their footsteps. Yes, footsteps; running will create jolts of intervention.

Shizune is now relieved.

Kakashi's psychosomatic symptoms of despair has been rummaged; Shizune, on her part, has tried to take these overpowering sadness over tranquility's sake. The female jounin has sought Shino and others, leaving Kakashi by the very entrance of Konoha beforehand. The plan was supposed to be that, and quite imaginably the victory Shizune has earned; as her feet dragged herself to the diversity of the foliage, her thoughts swirled in a mass of universal silence at the tip of her psyche.

Being the disciple of the best medic-ninja, Shizune has been delved into optimism in life but rational arguments when it comes to warfare. The female jounin was too feeble of a shinobi years and years ago owing to the fact of her tender age, and with the spotlight of the clan to her brother. She wasn't manic depressive or anything like that; she enjoyed the carelessness life has offered her, the freedom to be what you want to be. Alas, upon her brother's death, the burden to revive the dignity of the clan has weighed Shizune's shoulders, literally. The reconciliation of her dilemma was met upon her acquaintance to her brother's lover – Tsunade-sama, one of the legendary Sannin. And the rest, as cliché as it is, was all well.

She isn't burdened by the assumptions regarding women being oppressed and all that negativities; the thing is, Shizune understands strength through determination and self-styled realization of life. The issue is not oppression but how man outlives the angst of the world; well, some make it while others don't – it is a reality that conditions the mindset of people, mistaking it to be fate or destiny but it actually isn't – it is a condition.

Her acquaintance with the Hokage has earned her the worthiest merit of being jounin. It was her choice nevertheless, and how grateful was she to it.

"We have to split; we're not accomplishing anything with this," Hinata has whispered, the two genin's face manifesting surprise.

"We're now this far, we can't just separate. What if something happens?"

"What if one of us suffers the same fate of Shino?"

"Shino's fine." Hinata said in assured whisper.

"You two work together while I stealth it; the rooms in this manor isn't that complicated. We'll meet outside the entry of the village,"

"But Hina—"

"Tsunade-sama discouraged confrontations anyway, save with your grand abilities, I think we can accomplish the mission."

"Let's do this," Sakura has whispered.

"The technique is wearing off, and I'm sensing ninja's towards our direction. We must decide fast." Sakura has said, the war between separation and group continuity going one to two in ratio. "Tenten, you told me to be confident with how far our skills have gone; don't let yourself be slave of subordination,"

"Okay, let's do this,"

"If the scroll is not retrieved in an hour, we meet at the very entrance we have earlier settled upon," Hinata has said as she swiveled away from the two genin's. In seconds, though, her head swiveled back, a smile plastered on her face, "We're all making it," and she was gone.

"Okay Sakura, we're going to work like we've been teammates,"

Sakura nodded. "Hidden Mist Technique!"

Shizune stumbled on the place where her confusion and anxiety roused up in her mind; the place was gore in the slightest sense but it made her worry nonetheless. Blood is still fresh, indicating that a fight had just finished. Cracks on the ground stole scrutiny from the female jounin, and some more void traps have made her conclude that the team she was supposed to aid had just encountered a fight. Mustering her chakra, her chi-sensing ability rummaged the locality of the forest and discovered that Shino was involved in this fight, so is another shinobi that is familiar in her memory. That bastard boastful shinobi.

Shizune, without ado, was gone in fractions of split moments and used her ninjutsu to enter the Sound Village without being spotted; in this transitions she realized many things – the guards were dumb if not mere genin's, Orochimaru's Sound Four has been away, and Sound jounin's are away from some unknown reason. This was an advantage, she thought.

Sakura and Tenten are stuck in a room too dark that they cannot see each other, trying to figure out their existence through the weapon master's luminous steel and Sakura's ninjutsu to summon light through carbon dioxide. Upon their sight of each other, their shock cannot be expressed in words at their vista upon the prison that seized many grotesque people of death and violence, smirking eerily at them.

Shizune found herself at highest tower of Sound Village besides the township's headquarters, looking for signs and manifestations of the former team's existence while rummaging for goals to prioritize. Her ninjutsu resulted her speed to increase, and with this, started to continue her own mission.

Hinata found herself stealthily eavesdropping, hearing of conversations that spoke in sarcasm and impassiveness; she heard one say about a Konoha scroll, the other muttering about Akatsuki. In these surreptitiousness, her resolves can only lay asleep as she listen more in the tête-à-tête.

"The scroll is to be given until the Akatsuki fulfills Orochimaru-sama's demands," a certain white-haired man with red tattoos just above his eyes has said in vindication.

"Itachi-kun is working on it, don't worry boy," a certain man, oddly blue in hue, has mockingly replied. "It'll just take minutes; or hours if there're pesky interventions,"

"Whatever."

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