Chapter 3
Kuroda's Anguish
Kuroda sat in front of the house and watched Nakashima leave, even long after he had gone and the sun was setting. She finally got up and dusted her dress down. It was not raining, the last time this had supposedly happened a legend in the city had been discovered by hostile elements. It was a form of the countries way of protecting it warriors. But of course this was all legend and Kuroda was not one to believe in these sill folk tales.
She went inside and found last nights meal still on the table, it was cold and flies were covering it. There was a minor change in the cutlery Kuroda had laid down, she made nothing of it and assumed it had been Nakashima.
There was a loud bang noise from upstairs, it made Kuroda jump, she decided to investigate. She ran upstairs; first thing she noticed was the smashed flowerpot lying across the floor. She jumped over it into their bedroom, the cupboards were slightly ajar, and Kuroda ventured near to the closet and heard some heavy breathing. She stood back. There was a scuffling noise and a man jumped out of the closet, a kitchen knife clasped in his hand. That's where it is Kuroda thought. That's where what is? I didn't notice a missing knife. The man had a forehead protector on it had a symbol that looked like a tower with a block floating above it. What is a sand-nin doing here? Come to think of it how do I know what a sand-nin is? She was in deep trouble sand-nin or not. This man was going to kill her if even if he had the chance to escape.
He was moving again, he flung himself at Kuroda and she dodged easily. I never could do that before. She dodged again and brought her fist up into the assailant's gut. He fell over, lying on the floor now he glared at her. " He was correct when he said you wouldn't come dome easily" the assassin sneered. He jumped from his back to his feet. He threw his blade from hand to hand; he then slid it into his belt. He did a few quick hand movements; they ended with his palms touching, his little finger and ring finger down. His middle fingers and his index fingers touching and standing tall, his thumbs together in the back; "Sand Shuriken!" he yelled. Little stars made of sand came flying from the mans hands and flew straight at Kuroda. I am going to die, she thought. I wish I could have told Nakashima all the things I wanted to. The sand stars came rushing in she screamed once, long and shrill. The stars crashed into her body flinging her back into the wall, blood dripped down from her limp body. The sand ninja approached, drawing his knife he reached down to Kuroda. He licked the knife blade, "I am disappointed." He exclaimed. "He said it would be hard. This was pathetic!" He spat on Kuroda's face. She rolled over and started writhing, coughing blood onto the floor. The assailant stood up he was grinning, "you still got some fight left in you?" He was laughing now. Kuroda rolled over and planted a shard of clay in his leg. He cursed out loud; the smile had left his face. He reached down and hit her in the face. "You bitch! You are gonna pay for that!" He brought the knife down in a swinging arc. Blood sprayed across the room.
Many miles away Nakashima awoke, he yelled out loud. Something had happened and he had sensed it happening. Itachi walked into the room, "Will you please shut up?" Itachi asked in his always-calm voice. "You don't want me to use that technique again do you?" He strode back into the adjacent bedroom.
Nakashima rolled over and shivered. His thoughts went to Kuroda. He had so many questions for her; he had so many things he wanted to ask her.
He rolled over shivering, the weather was hot outside but in his room it had gone deadly cold. Something was wrong…