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Chapter 10: Kidnapped? Wtf?

Unable to stop it I watched as Gaara was taken away. Quickly realizing he was being kidnapped I followed the strange ninja who had Gaara in his arms. He was wearing all black, as average ninjas do, and a black hooded cape that hid all his features. Having to hold this canvas bag was slowing me down but I wasn't about to leave me jumpsuit anywhere. Luckily this ninja didn't seem to know where it was going, he was a fast ninja but it was almost as if he needed glasses. Maybe he had left his glasses at home? What kind of ninja would go off and kidnap the Kazekage with out his glasses? I watched as the ninja took Gaara deeper into the middle of nowhere. You'd think he'd realize I was following him but he didn't. With the strange desert air pushing against my skin as I ran I almost wanted to stop running. The sand made the skin on my face burn and now that I was wearing short sleeves the sun seemed to be striking my skin repeatedly. My mouth was dry and the ninja seemed to be disappearing into the haze of the heat. But I knew I couldn't give up, I never give up! And I'm definitely not going to give up when I'm saving Gaara. I could out run this ninja if I wanted to, but I didn't. I wanted to see where he was taking Gaara. Luckily it wasn't long before I spotted the cluster of trees the ninja must've been heading for. There must have been a village near this group of trees and the ninja was taking Gaara there. But why would he kidnap Gaara? Usually a job like this was done by at least three ninjas. And very skilled ninjas. If he was doing something like kidnapping the Kazekage all by himself then he must have been very skilled. I must save my energy in case I have to battle him to get Gaara back. But why wasn't Gaara struggling? Usually he would have killed anyone who'd dare to touch him. Had this ninja used some kind of poison or technique that made Gaara go unconscious? I might have my work cut out for me. Just as I was beginning to think that the cluster of trees in the distance was a mirage the ninja reached it and went in, and I followed close behind.

It was like a different world. We had been in the desert only moments ago and now we were in what seemed to be a dense forest with plenty of foliage. Instead of being hard and sandy the ground was now soft with green grass. I stopped admiring the area and refocused my attention to the ninja who had captured Gaara. I followed him until we reached a small clearing with a small shack like house. I watched as the ninja took Gaara into the house. Just as I was about to go over to the small shack to take a look inside the ninja emerged and looked around. He still had Gaara in his arms and he set him down so he was leaning against an old log. A few feet from where they were there was a small fire pit, and the ninja began to gather some small logs and brush to start a fire with. I jumped up into a nearby tree so I could get a better view and have a better hiding spot. But as I said, this ninja seemed near sighted or something, so I really didn't have to put much effort into hiding. I looked down at Gaara. He didn't have any marks on him. It just seemed like he was sleeping peacefully. But I knew Gaara didn't sleep much, and that the ninja must've used some kind of tranquilizer on him.

I looked around; I spotted the ninja grabbing firewood. I also saw that darkness was approaching fast. What time was it? How long had I been following this ninja? The ninja laid the firewood down in the pit, but before he lit it he went inside to get something. I waited, I could've just taken Gaara and ran, but that wouldn't tell me why this ninja was doing this. The ninja came back out with a pot as large as Gaara, if not bigger! Was this ninja planning on eating Gaara? Was he one of those creeps who take joy in eating people? What were they called again…cannibals, that's right. How creepy! Gaara was abducted by a cannibal! I couldn't let this mad man eat Gaara!

I jumped out of the tree and swiftly came up behind the ninja, putting one of my kunai to his neck. It had been a bit more troublesome than usual to get my kunai out, since it was in the bag instead of attached to my leg. But I was skilled, so I managed.

"W-what?" The ninja stuttered as he dropped the cauldron-like pot. It didn't fall over, but fell upright, and I saw the already made vegetable soup in it. It was then that I noticed that this ninja was not a he, but a she. That took me by surprise and I almost forgot what I was in the middle of doing.

"Oh, right." I said, more to myself than to the ninja. "Who are you and why did you kidnap the Kazekage?" I said, putting my kunai against the ninja's neck. She was about half a foot sorter than me, a little taller than Gaara. How had she managed to carry him out all this way? She must've been a really strong ninja, and I didn't let her being female fool me.

"The Kazekage!" She said, her surprise honest, which made me pull my kunai away from her neck.

"Yeah. You didn't realize he was the Kazekage?" I ask, now backing away from her so she could turn to face me.

"Really?" She almost gasped. She looked at me and then turned to the unconscious Gaara. She walked over to him putting her face so close to his they were almost touching. "By god, you're right!" She said, her surprise still honest. "I didn't know the Kazekage was so…" She started, still in shock.

"Short?" I questioned, knowing that was the right word. She turned to me and nodded.

"Yeah… This is really him, ain't it? I'm in big trouble aren't I?" She said, looking at me and walking over to the pot. She picked it up as she sighed and placed it down over the firewood.

"Well, not really. I'm the only one who knows about this right now. No one suspects him to be gone just yet because he had notified them that he'd be gone all day." I said as I watched her light the fire and sit on the log next to the knocked out Gaara.

"Really? This was all a big mistake, you've got to believe me!" She said, looking up at me. I decided to sit down on the log on the other side of Gaara.

"Well, first off, who are you?" I asked. I believed her, it didn't seem like she had really meant to do anything to Gaara, or even kidnap him in the first place. What had she been trying to do?

"I'm Nina, the near-sighted ninja!" She proclaimed, striking an odd heroic pose. "Though, I haven't been quite the ninja I used to be. Ever since I broke my glasses." She admitted, pulling out an old pair of large broken glasses from her pocket. "I'm practically blind without them."

"Then why don't you get them fixed?" I asked. That explained why she had seemed so clumsy.

"Don't have the money. I was trying to find my brother, who was trying to find a glasses repair shop that'd fix them for free. I told him to give up but he was determined to find someone who'd fix my glasses. That was 3 months ago. I haven't been able to find him since." She said sadly, tears welling in her eyes. I was already crying twin rivers of tears for her.

"It's okay, Nina-san! I'll help you find your brother!" I said, striking a heroic pose of my own.

"No, it's alright, I'm sure I'll find him someday!" She said, standing next to me, tears also streaming down her face.

"No, we'll find him together!" I said, grabbing her hand and giving her a serious look. I had almost forgotten about Gaara, until I noticed he was on the ground between us. "Oh no! We knocked over Gaara-san!" I said, leaning down to sit him back upright.

"Oh shit! I forgot about the stew!" She said, going over to the now overflowing pot of stew. She got a little too close than she should have though, and some of the hot liquid bubbled over onto her. That caused her to turn around, which lead to the back of her cloak catching fire, which lead to much, much screaming.

"Stop drop and roll, Nina-san! Stop drop and roll!" I yelled. She took my advice and tried, but it didn't work and she was still on fire.

"It's not working! What do I do? What do I do?" She screamed, standing up and running in circle in place, putting her hands on her head.

"Take off the cloak, Nina-san!" I yelled, and she looked at me.

"Good idea!" She said as she untied it and got it off as quick as she could. Both of us then ran over to the cloak and stomped on it until the fire was put out. We then sighed in unison and wiped our foreheads with the back of our arms. Looking up at each other we laughed, the stew still bubbling over in the background. I now looked a Nina, her cloak gone and her features slouched in relief. She had a great figure, I had to give her that, and her hair was a very pretty light brown, almost red-orange. Without the hood to keep it back it fell around her face, and it reached all the way down to her hips. She sighed and looked up at me.

"Thanks!" She said, picking up her now charred cloak as I got off it. She turned away and went to put it inside. Deciding to do her a favor I picked the pot up by its handles and moved it off the fire. It was pretty heavy and I was amazed that she could move it with such ease. Not that it was hard for me to move it, it's just usually a girl isn't so strong. I admired her for that. She came out of the house with two bowls and a wooden ladle.

"You want some stew?" She asked, handing me a bowl as I nodded and smiled. "Oh, and thanks for moving the pot, I don't think either one of us wanted me to catch fire again." She smiled, but it was a sad smile. Like she was grieved at having to be helped by someone. I knew the feeling well. I had felt useless while my limbs were healing, but I'd always smile, as if that would make the pain go away. I wondered how she felt, barely even able to see. She must've been a great ninja long ago, but now she was just a clumsy woman who could barely see past her own nose. I wondered how old she was. She couldn't be too much older than Gaara or myself. As I was thinking she poured herself some of the sweet smelling stew and then poured me some.

"I had hoped I'd finally found my brother." She said before she sighed.

"Why do you say that?" I asked, blowing on the soup to cool it down so I could take a drink.

"Well, because, this is the third time I've made a stupid mistake like this. I've mistaken at least two others for my brother and now the Kazekage! I'm a failure…to myself and my little brother." She said, looking into the distance, which must have been just a blurry haze of green to her.

"You're not a failure! At least you keep trying. Never give up!" I said as she turned to me and I smiled. "That's what I always say. And it's true, no matter how bad things look you shouldn't give up! If you keep trying I'm sure you'll find your brother." I said, and I finally got her to smile a bit.

"You really think so? I mean, how am I going to find him? I can barely see. The only thing I can recognize is his hair color. Which is the same as the Kazekage's. And all the other boys I've accidentally kidnapped." She said, sighing again. "If I could see I'd recognize him in an instant! He's got a very distinct scar on his left cheek. If only I could see!" She cried out.

"Have you tried asking around? Giving people descriptions and asking them if they've seen him?" I asked, trying to help her out a bit. I didn't like seeing people in distress.

"No, actually. I mean, who'd want to help me…" She started sadly.

"There are a lot of kind people in this world, Nina-san. You just have to find them! I'm sure that if you ask around, someone could probably tell you where your brother is. Maybe he's an apprentice, learning how to fix glasses so he can fix yours himself. And if you search for him long enough, I'm sure you'll find him!" I said, and she finally gave me a complete smile.

"You know what? You're right! I'll find my brother! And no more of this accidentally kidnapping people business. I'm going to rely on the kindness of my fellow man! I'm going to find my brother, even if I can't see too good!" She said, happiness back in her voice as she stuck another one of her odd heroic poses.

"That's the spirit!" I said, as I gave her one of my token nice guy poses. We looked at each other and laughed again. After I finished laughing I decided to eat some of the stew Nina made, which actually tasted pretty good.

"So, what did you use to get Gaara-san knocked out like this?" I said as we finished eating.

"Well, it's one of my own creations. I invented it to retrieve my brother but now I've been using it to accidentally kidnap people." She, giving a small chuckle at this. "Though, from the past couple times I've used it, I've found it has a major defect."

"What's that?" I asked, and for some reason she blushed at bit.

"Well, when I've returned the boys before, and when they awoke, it was the strangest thing, you see. They were all especially…" She said, now her face even more red.

"What?" I asked, now worried at what would happen to Gaara when he awoke. "What happens?"

"When he awakes he'll be very…" She paused to choke back some of her nervousness. "Well, needy." I gazed at her, still confused.

"What will he be in need of?" I asked, hoping it was something I could get for Gaara.

"It's not really like that…The Kazekage over there will be very…" She paused and gave me a look of complete seriousness. Like this was a life or death situation. I drew closer to make sure I didn't miss a word she said. But she only uttered one word. "Horny." I would've laughed but she was completely serious. I looked over at Gaara and then at her.

"Really?" I asked, now somewhat excited. But I couldn't let her know that, that'd make me seem creepy. She just solemnly nodded. I stopped myself from smiling, and I believed I had a small nosebleed.

I took Gaara into my arms, she had told me he'd probably wake up within the hour. When I left she waved goodbye and thanked me again. I just nodded and smiled, the small and seemingly helpless Gaara limp in my arms.

EDIT Celtic Warrior just informed me of what my subconcious did while I wasn't looking. The long lost brother in this chapter seems a lot like a certain red haired rurouni we all know and love. XD Woot for Kenshin's weird mention in my story. Oo My mind has a mind of it's own.