Two
Hikari let out a long, needed sigh, and bent over placing her hands on her knees as she did so. Her head was throbbing, her legs were aching. She and Samara had ran for what had seemed like forever. She was standing with the stranger in the field with busted fencing towards the back end, where another line of trees began. She opened her mouth, regretting the dryness she felt. They were smack in the middle of the field.
"Why—why did we run? What was wrong?"
Samara looked up at Hikari, with her lips pressed together in a firm line. She was a tiny little thing, with an odd, permanent lean to her stance, due to the shortness of her twig of a right leg. "They're coming!" Her sharp voice was a whip.
Hikari cast a look of resentment over Samara. She was sure that her brown eyes were blazing fire, filled with fury and bitterness. "Who are they?"
Samara stepped forwards, walking fast, despite the slight limp she had as she moved. Hikari could hear her panting as she came closer and closer. Sweat trickled from her thin brows. She wiped at her forehead idly with a tiny hand. "The shinobi of Kirigakure!"
Hikari studied Samara's headband. The girl wore the representation of her village fastened around her slim waist. It hung over a black tattered vest and torn beige shorts. The symbols on the band were that of the Hidden Mist. Four wavy dashes, two beside another, atop of the second pair.
"You're from Kirigakure."
Samara's eyes lit up, shining with betrayal under the influence of moon and starlight that hung over them both. She smiled big and wide, her uneven teeth joining together for a wide, proud and sinister grin. "Well aren't you a natural for stating the obvious." She stretched her arms up long and high above her head. Her limbs stretched as she struggled to touch her fingers to the black sky.
Hikari watched, horrified as Samara grew, becoming a massive terror, as the seconds flew by. She opened her mouth, but found herself unable to speak. She just stared as the strange girl continued to rise, until all she could see without looking up were her ankles. Still thin as ever, but tall as a tower.
"What are you!?"
"A shinobi dear. If you were to have figured that out earlier, this wouldn't be happening, would it?"
Hikari's eyes darted around fast as ever as she tried to spot each flicker of light that surrounded Samara. Lines of blue, too intense and bright for the human eye to capture without acquiring a headache, surrounded Samara. These lines were like tubes that seemed to flow with lighter blue liquid inside. A chalkra flow.
"What are you doing?!"
"A little distraction never hurt anyone." Samara lowered herself to the ground a slow speed, so that Hikari was able to witness every part of the girl's body crack, snap and bend until brought back to normal. "She's here! Hurry it up!"
Hikari glanced around anxiously, hoping to spot the one that the girl spoke to, but her view of the dark field was blocked off by the sight of a large shuriken, too large for a human hand to grasp. The massive weapon came for her in a wickedly fast run, spiralling towards her with nothing to slow it down. That was the last thing she saw.