By day Sunagakure was a bustling urban village, but at night it was a realm of darting shadows and pounding hearts. The land of Wind is not known for being hospitable to strangers, and this was no exception. Bitter and vicious winds were sweeping in from the north, battering against anything that was in its path. They would grab hold of whatever loose sand was on the village ground, and whip it with a stinging force at anyone who had the misfortune of being out this late.

Activity was always being monitored by the Lord Kazekage's choicest ninja, nothing could take place in that mound of sand that the kazekage didn't know about.

Except on this night.

There were two shadows flickering out on the village wall, as though they were alive. They seemed to be more defined, even darker than the other shadows surrounding them. They quivered for one moment, and out of the darkness sprang two stealthy genin, landing catlike on the battlements.

As one, Satora Tasogare and Makuro Sieroyuki crouched low, ducking out of rang of vision from the guards at the next tower. Suna's wall system was built similar to Konoha's in quite a few way's, so all their scoping of the village hidden in the leaves was paying off.

Makuro sank down to the sandstone walkway, and crossed his legs. He gave his head a slight shake, and he whispered, "Your dark energy is as frightening as it gets…never swallow me up whole like that again!"

"My Shadow Art of Hiding is the only way we can get into this joint, Makuro, you know it!" Satora grinned playfully, and poked her friend on the shoulder, following his suit and squatting, "Buck up, Sieroyuki."

"There will be much weeping on the marrow in Suna." Makuro deadpanned, "This mission is right up your ally, eh Sato?"
"I guess." Satora shrugged, "Let's get going."

"Wait!" Makuro caught Sato's arm, as she started to rise, "We need a plan!"

"Why?" Sato wrinkled her nose, "We go in, kill off the rest of the cells. Not really all that challenging if you think about it."

"Weren't you listening to what else the sensai told us to do?" Makuro asked gently, knowing that Sato most likely had no idea what he was talking about, "We are supposed to leave evidence that it was Konoha's doing."

"How exactly are we going to do that?" Sato questioned, "We can't really just leave a Konoha Hitai-ate headband somewhere, right?"

She sat back on her heels, and waited. Makuro was the strategist in their cell, he would come up with something smart..something brilliant..

"I got nothing." Makuro admitted, scratching his linen clothed head.

Sato let all the air out of her lungs in a loud hiss of frustration, "Come on, Kuro! It can't be that hard! We kill the genin, who else is Konoha gonna think? Suna wouldn't think that we would have the power to take out their genin, and they know Sound wouldn't do it.."

"We have already had this conversation, Sato." Makuro stated blandly, giving Sato the look, "And if I recall correctly, the sides have switched. Ah, well. We'd better get to work. Chances are this mission isn't going to be as easy as you make it out to be."

"How cum?" Sato pulled out a kunai, and began to stab an imaginary sand genin, "We find them in their little beds, and slit their throats! What's so hard about that?"

Makuro shifted his position slightly so that he could peek over the battlements, and get a look at the inside of the village. He continued as though he had not moved at all "If you would brush up on your knowledge of the world, Sato, you would know that Sunagakure is known for manufacturing ninja in order that they are instruments of death. The military is all Sunagakure cares about. It would be like owning a company that crunches out a hundred of little yous every five minutes. Its not going to be like killing civilians—Suna houses some of the nastiest ninja in the entire land of wind."

Sato reveled in that for a few minutes while Makuro closed his eyes, and thought to himself for a while. Satora was defiantly an asset to any mission, what with her powers and overall skills, but if she didn't see get to do much killing, she would normally rearrange things until she could. On a delicate mission like this that involved both the killing, and the thinking (Which wasn't one of her strong suits), things could get a little hairy with everyone's favorite Tasogare.

"What's the plan, Kuro?" Makuros thoughts were shattered.

"We go in…we scope the place out." The mummy genin said, a strange light coming into his painted eyes, "I haven't been home for quite some time, they may have changed where things are, and that might seriously hinder our mission."

"I want to see your house, Kuro!" Sato sounded like a little kid on a field trip, "Whereabouts in Suna did you live?"

Makuro felt once more like a parent reprimanding a small child, "Sato, we can't worry about that now. Besides, its probably not standing anymore, its been a long time like I said."

Satora began flipping her kunai up and down in the air, catching it with practiced skill, "We'd better go in and do this thing, then. Scouting it is, but you'll need to let me cloak you with my Hidden Darting Shadow Jutsu unless you want to tango with all of Sunas manufactured baddest."

Her words were light, but her tone was heavy. Sato was finally getting serious. Makuro patted his friend on the leg, "I don't want to tango, but I know you do."

Sato smiled, "Brace yourself."

She rolled back her sleeves, once more bearing her runescars to the moonlight. Right now they were glowing an excited Green with flecks of blue. Makuro could not tear his gaze away from them. They were shimmering and bright-pure chakra energies. Sato had so much chakra coursing unchecked through her that when she was born in Yoru, they had to cut runes into her arms to allow the energy to flow out. She was a pool of chakra energies, and they kept on regenerating to no limit.

Sato formed the sign for shadow with her left hand, and grabbed Makuros arm with her left. Her eyes burned white as she hissed, "HIDDEN DARTING SHADOW JUTSU!!"

Makuro opened his eyes. As he looked himself over, nothing about his body had changed, but he knew that anyone standing right next to him would not be able to see him or sense his life force. In fact, Makuro could not even sense where Sato was. Thanks to Satos powerful jutsu, he was in a different plane of reality, unable to be touched, yet able to touch everything. It was one of the Tasogare's more powerful ninja moves, and was the way that they killed most of their victims back in the day. It allowed them not to be affected by an enemies attack (Not like it could get through anyways), but still gave them the power to unleash their devastating shadowy powers.

Back before the Uchiha killed them all.

"Let's go, Makuro!" Sato already had one leg hooked over the edge of the battlements, and was poised and ready to fling herself off into the unknown, "Jeez, with all your talk of being swift and silent, and getting this done, you sure take a while!"

"Sorry," Makuro rose to his feet, and did the same as his friend, "I'm still just getting used to the idea of not existing in this reality anymore."

Sato laughed, "You'll get over it. Shall we have a race? Who can kill the most genin by runrise?"

"Right now we're only scouting, Sato…."

The young Tasogare gave a little pout, "After that, then?"

"No.."

"You're no fun anymore, Kuro!" Sato grinned. She gave a salute, and leaped over the battlements and into the village.

Makuro shook his head, and followed.