The Soundnins made their way stealthily to a dimly lit house and gave each other subtle signals.
Without so much as a creak of the wood beneath their feet, the Soundnins opened the door in the blink of an eye and slipped in, unnoticed by neighbors or the people living in the house they were raiding.
The only light on in the house was that of a small, dank room, the faint but recognizable stench of mothballs wafting out of the open door. Inside, a girl was hunched over some paperwork, trying to sort them into piles. They didn't look to be something she was familiar with, for she called out for her boyfriend to do it himself.
Only to the trained eye could shadows be seen slinking their way along the walls, behind the couch, distorting as they ran by inanimate objects. A car passed the usually quiet street. Lights filtered into the house. The figures were revealed.
Look again, and they were gone.
The leader of the Soundnins unsheathed his kunai and ran a finger along the blade. It caught the light from the room and glinted a soft, glowing white. The leader adjusted it, looking down at an angle as it gave him the perfect mirror into the Sound's target: there she was, and there was her boyfriend.
She was giggling, but it was strained. A quick turn of her head showed him the bags under her eyes—she would be easy to take down.
Her boyfriend. Tallish, knew his stuff by the way he moved. They would need more men to cover him.
But no matter. It would be a piece of cake.
The leader gave his knife a squeeze and grinned. Like his knife, it picked up the light, and flashed a deadly smile.
The rest of the Soundnins took this as their signal and simultaneously pulled out their kunai's, making their way to the opening of the door.
Inside the room, the girl sighed, and stretched.
"Miruko, we should be getting to bed, you know. It's late."
The boyfriend shook his head and continued sorting the papers, quick as lightning.
"It isn't my fault that you came home late and remembered you had these papers to complete."
The girl didn't answer. She wasn't listening.
She heard a noise coming from the hallway. She stopped, and slowly turned around.
Her heart quickened. She felt it pounding against her chest.
She slapped her boyfriend in the arm.
"Ouch! What the he—"
"Miruko, did you hear that?" She whispered.
Silence.
Suddenly, a small click resounded through the hall.
"It's probably the sink, you know how it's broken. Loosen up; maybe we do need to hit the sack."
She shook her head, and her eyes widened.
She could sense someone.
"That is no sink—"
Her boyfriend grabbed her gently by the arm and spun her back around, bending her head to look at the heaps of sheets. He smiled softly.
"Concentrate on the papers, honey, not the noises in your head."
She had no energy to get mad at him, merely shuffled the papers into random piles, a million thoughts running through her head.
You're being paranoid. She convinced herself.
So you think. Her Inner voice sat crosslegged, filing her nails with great interest.
She pushed her away.
She snatched a quick glance at her boyfriend, who was currently muttering to himself about work the following morning, his girlfriend, why he talking to himself.
She took a breath.
There was someone in her house.
And I think I know who it is.
She lifted her head and looked at her reflection in the window glass.
Her eyes widened.
She opened her mouth to call someone's name.
"Sasuke—"
A cloth was strung between her lips, a kunai pressed at the base of her throat. The man behind her nicked a piece of her skin, only enough to draw a drop of blood. It ran down her collarbone and stained her shirt.
She could smell cigarette smoke on him, mixed with something awful.
He grinned, and leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"Too late."
Her boyfriend turned around, his eyes cast downwards, balancing the stacks.
"Hey, Sakura—What the—!"
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The Soundnins made their exit as quietly as they had made their entry.
The house was deserted, the light still on in the room.
Papers, light as feathers, fell gracefully to the floor, creating a strangely beautiful white mass as seemingly endless amounts of sheets drifted downwards. Some were caught by the wind from the open window, and fluttered outside, taking flight.
Minutes later, another figure burst into the house, this time not so stealthily, and not so quietly.
Footsteps down the hall, drawing closer to the paper-strewn room.
A scream.
Hmm...
Maybe I should just kill them all off...xD
Don't worry. They won't die...yet.
AlternateEndings.