Recap: He moves, allowing me to walk by, amazingly. "Deidara, come."

"Why do we have to go too yeah?" he whines.

I gasp. "Don't tell me you're going with me! No! I refuse!"

"To bad," he gives me one of his ghostly smiles.

I sigh. Oh how long this trip would be

"I'm being escorted by criminals," I grumble, extremely unhappily.

"You still haven't let your hood down yeah," Deidara reaches for it. I swat his hand away.

"I'll do that of my own accord," I murmur, showing my pass for Iwagakure. They let us through the gates, thankfully.

Deidara and Sasori had turned their cloaks inside out so they were instead wearing red. I guess it was a helpful tool, being able to turn them inside out. We head towards an inn, purchasing a room. That's all the Hokage aloud for me to have, enough for one room. We head towards the room we were booked in, the two discarding their cloaks. Sasori was gentle with his, I noticed out of the corner of my eye.

I slide the hood down, the two watching me intensely, earning a glare as soon as they're able to see it. My gaze softens slightly, but only for a second.

"Hot, yeah," Deidara grins, "are you single?"

I turn my back, hearing a grunt and a whining noise. When I turn back, my cloak neatly folded on the nearby end table, I see Sasori sitting on one of the twin beds with a blank look across his face. Deidara had a giant goose egg on the top of his head and anime tears.

"I still don't see why criminals had to follow me," I grunt unhappily. "Leaving now, see you two later."

I jump out of the window, darting towards the hospital. As soon as I stop at the doors, I see I had been followed, Sasori now standing next to me. I sigh, knowing I wasn't going to be left alone.

"Are you trying to make up for the time you haven't annoyed me?" I ground out, teeth clenched. "Good job so far."

I stomp into the hospital and up to the desk. "I am Shimoto Aya, originally of Sunagakure, top Medical Nin of Konohagakure besides the great Tsunade-hime. I have formal business here."

"Aya-sama, we've heard great things about you here!" the woman gasps in awe. "Quick, get Hatori! Tell him Aya-sama is here on business!" she orders a weaker medic.

The man hurries off, coming back with an extremely attractive doctor. I smile, batting my eyelashes as he walks in.

"Hatori, that's what they called you right?" I smile. He nods, giving a smile back. "I am-"

"I know who you are, Ito no Aya," he bows, kissing my hand, never taking his green-gray orbs from mine "An honor to meet you, what brings you to Iwagakure?"

"I need the antidote to a rising sickness that just came up," I state. "It's deadly and takes quick effect on others."

"What are the symptoms to this sickness?" he raises an eyebrow

"It attacks the immune system, the blood, the heart rate, and circulation of breathing," I tell him. He raises an eyebrow.

"There is no such illness here, I've never heard of it."

My face falls. "So is there another kind of illness anything like that?"

"No, there is not here, and it's neither nameless nor plausible. Who told you we had such a disease here?"

"He was tall, had dark hair and violet eyes, tall, pale skin, and had a star in the right corner of his eye," I narrow my eyes as his widen. "Why?"

"That's Kyo, he's a dangerous man and an expert on mixing poisons."

"WHAT, He injected me with something before I left! Ugh I'm a powerful doctor, yet I didn't realize the deception!" I use a bunch of hand signs, pulling a spool out of my weapons pouch.

The light blue thread unravels, darting down my throat. I close my eyes, resisting the urge to gag as the two watch in silent awe. I motion towards a bowl, and Sasori sets the spool, still attached to one end of the string, upright in it.

Blood a pale pink color drains into it, along with the light green substance the man had injected me, following the thread's path. Finally, the bowl now full, I was cleaned of both the tainted blood and the substance. The gathering of doctors and nurses that had stopped to watch were shocked, eyes wide. Soon enough, a loud roar of clapping begins, many 'ah's' involved. I scowl horribly.

Immediately, I was running, faster than I have ever in my life. I could sense Sasori right behind me. My body was a blur amongst the foliage, hair swishing wildly. I tie it up in a tight ponytail, eyes set hard.

'You better hope your gone, medic, because I plan on killing you if you aren't. Right after I cure my brother of this poison,' I was planning a horrible revenge.

"How could I be so stupid, I'm a doctor, a famous medic, and yet I couldn't distinguish a poison from an ailment when I saw it" I scold myself repeatedly, not even stopping at the gates.

Something jumps in front of me. I crash head on into the person, glaring evilly as I look up at the red head. He was staring at me plainly, dully, lifelessly...

"Move it Puppet Boy! I don't have time for your stupid nonsense!" I hiss, trying to move around him, but the silk on the underside of his turned out cloak had stuck to my clothing like static. "Let me go." I firmly order. They don't budge, only cling tighter.

"It's called for you ever since the clouds were sewn to it," he mumbles. I glare.

"No duh! You don't just sew a new type of cloth onto velvet! It's very pretentious about what goes with it, and velour isn't one of the things you use with it! It's honored to work alongside silk, and cotton thread is just fine because of how plain, but velour tries to take away its attention," I try to tug away. "LET ME GO! MY BROTHER NEEDS ME!"

The threads groan silently, as if crying actually, and slink away. I couldn't care for that right now, I was needed by someone. I start running again. Sasori had thankfully stopped following me, so I could traverse in peace, well as much peace as possible when the only thing on my mind was my brother.

"WHERE IS HE?!" I scream wildly, barging into the large white complex known as the Konoha Hospital.

"Aya-sama?! Why are you back so soon?" Hiro questions with an eyebrow rose. "Who is 'he'?"

"Kyo," I grit my teeth. "Where is my brother's room?!"

"Third floor, 302," he blinks, my body gone as the words passes his lips. "Well someone's in a hurry."

I burst open the door, seeing my brother's body on the bed. My eyes harden, watering painfully. His skin was ghostly white, lips purple and blue. His eyes were open, staring straight up, and the beautiful blue color pale and glassy. The heart monitor attached to him wasn't beeping, a flat line and a loud buzz rung from it.

My throat tightens, choking back my tears. I scream in rage, zooming back to the bottom floor and grabbing the receptionist by the collar, glaring at her as the tears spill down my face.

"TELL ME WHERE THAT IWAGAKURE MEDIC WENT, NOW!" I demand, shrieking loudly in her face, teeth showing and a vernal growl in the back of my throat.

"H-he l-left a-an hour ago," she gulps, shaking visibly, "towards S-Sunagakure."

"Oh did he?" I hiss. "My brother isn't to be touched by anyone beside Kakashi. NO ONE ELSE! NOR IS HE TO BE MOVED! UNDERSTAND?!"

"Y-yes, b-but I d-don't u-understand-"

I throw her to the ground, my anger fueling the incredible speeds I was traveling. I was in a blind rage, and though I knew that wasn't good, it couldn't be helped. Kyo would not elude me, he would be brought down. My fealty to my brother was to strong.

I barrage past the Konoha gates once again, knocking Izumo down in my stead. He coughs at the dust cloud, shakily standing up to see my enraged face. He grabs my arm, trying to stop me, but is only thrown back, my knuckles punching hard into a tree. Nothing happens, that is until I was far away. The tree cracks into a million little splinters, raining down on Izumo moments before he leaps away.

Meanwhile, I was already well on my way towards Suna, body compliant to any wish I made of it. The thread of both my clothing and what was in my pouch was shaking with anger and excitement, weeping silently at the mourned loss of a great shinobi of the Ito.

I see a head of ebony hair amongst the trees, a white coat on his person. The man was laughing to himself, whispering where only he could hear, shrugging the jacket off and ditching it aimlessly. His hair bleeds slowly into a vibrant orange, his skin tanning as his ears turn into sharp points.

"BASTARD" I kick him hard in the back, making him fly across the clearing. "YOU'RE GOING TO DIE FOR KILLING MY BROTHER!"

"Aya-sama," his eyes widen a smirk now on his face, "I didn't figure you would be back so suddenly. You must be a fast runner."

"It's not of importance, you prick!" I snap. "YOU MURDERED HIM!"

"It was a magnificent gambit, wasn't it," he looked deranged, his eyes now turning to what I would guess is their original color, deep stone black. "The pieces were set about perfectly, and I admit, I did feel intimidated when such beautiful, well-known medics such as you were in this hospital and this village of all places. You fell for it like every other one of my pawns."

"What did you possibly gain from this?!" I howl in pain and rage.

He laughs loudly, menacingly. "You were blight in my plan though, sending to Iwa, though I should have picked a better place since they knew of me there, was a good trick, so I sent you away. I wanted his identity, and now I own it," he slowly morphs into my brother.

I chortle, throat closing again. Just seeing him there, it made me sick, and yet so vulnerable and sad at the same time. My brother was dead, dead by this denizen of Iwagakure.

"You... you..." my fists tighten, blood leaking onto my hand from the piercing nails.

"Afraid to fight someone who you value so closely, dearest little Aya?" his eyes flash wickedly, my body pin-pointed with senbon, a familiar flash of neon green on the ends of them. "Though I don't see how you survived that injection I delivered upon you. Your reputation is nothing compared to your true self, but that shall be yet another thing that belongs to me once you're dead as well."

"Fat chance," I let the tears fall down my cheeks, dodging the senbon. "Ryuu..."

Not him. It's not him. The threads whisper to me silently, tickling my skin. Let us help you. Let us help you Mistress, let us help you. Fight, fight for him. Fight for Master.

'I will,' I answer mentally, pulling spools of every color out and throwing them high in the air. 'And I'll avenge him. We'll avenge him.'

I perform the necessary hand signs, the thread overhead spinning into a large oak. The spools fall to the ground, the threads connecting the loose ends to each of my ten fingers.

"What now, a puppet show?" he cackles again. "You cannot move such an elder as the great oak."

I smirk. "Let's play then, if that's how you believe. You've enticed me into playing this little game, and I won't lose!"

The tree's roots pull themselves out of the ground, silver glowing on the strings to indicate my chakra. The massive behemoth shakes its trunk, ridding itself of all dead and useless leaves, a face seemingly to contort into the bark.

He stares in awe. "Oh how exhilarating."

The tree beats down upon him, the strings detaching so it falls upon his form. The great giant shivers, now motionless. I growl, knowing it wasn't the end. The man stands back again, his body scratched, battered, and bruised. He assaults me with more senbon, actually nailing me with a few. This battle, would take a long time I could already predict.

"Oh god," I whisper, struggling to stay on my feet. Four hours had passed during this fight. I had been spliced with so many poisons it was inhuman for me to stand, to move. If it wasn't for the threads eagerly trying to rid my body of all these bacteria, I'd be dead and gone already. Hell that was already almost the case.

Of course, Kyo wasn't any better off. He'd been pierced by his own toxins thanks to a few swishes of his own senbon by my lovely flax strands. I fling my arms forward, knowing this was my last attempt. I had to hit him dead bull's eye, or I'd die without my vengeance.

He lunges forward, dodging the majority of my attack. Luckily enough for me, he hadn't known the fact my threads don't only know how to go straight. They round back on him, shooting with deadly precision. He was right over my hunched form, in a crouched position. Blood sputters across my face as he coughs, looking down. I follow his gaze, strings of purple tickling against my stomach. The cloth of my dress had unraveled now pierced straight through what could precisely be located as his left lower lung.

"You... bitch."

"Die," I venomously spit across his face, letting some of the acidic poisons splurge into his eye. He screams in sheer turmoil and pain, clutching his eyes as he falls over, his oculars boiling over.

I push him over, the threads of my dress raveling back together tightly. I smile morbidly, ordering the threads attached to my fingertips to cocoon him. They do so, ripping him piece by piece into tiny shreds, ones not even skilled ninja could decipher information off of. I strike a stone against another stone, lighting the body of the man with the help of the flax, willing to let itself die to rid the earth of hit plague, one who had made the sour mistake of crossing Ito no Aya.

'I... feel so... dizzy.'

My body sways, the effect of the poisons finally subduing my limbs. I stagger, getting to my feet and moving from the freshly simmering ashes of the rancid smelling corpse.

I fall on my face, nose suffocating into the dirt. I was about to die, and I knew it.

I at least avenged him, my brother.

"I'll always love you," I whisper to the winds, voice cracking and fading. "Always..."