A table was flipped over as the cloaked figure screamed in rage. Books and scrolls skidded across the stone floor as another chair was thrown against the nearest wall.
He had calculated everything, every detail had been taken into account. His data had been perfect, so WHY had he failed? All those months of planning, sneaking around Iron Country, spying on members of the council, bribing the guards,… all of this time WASTED!
He was furious. He hadn't been surprised to see that the Jinchuriki had brought his two other teammates along. He might even have been pleased to see the young Uchiha. But since when did that wannabe pink haired medic-nin had become so cunning? He had first met her during the Chunin exam all those years ago. She had been such a weak and insignificant little being back then. Maybe he should have kept better tabs on her after she had become the Godaime's apprentice.
In another fit of rage, the man picked up the last undamaged chair in the room, ready to smash it against the ground.
She had tricked him, how could he have been fooled by such an unrefined trick? He wouldn't have been surprised if Naruto had pulled such a stunt, but her? His fury burned anew at the thought of the pinkette he had checked up on barely a few minutes ago. She had been chained down inside one of the old jail cells, her chakra points sealed, and if he hadn't needed her as bait, he probably would have sliced her into a hundred little pieces by now.
His only comfort being that she was now alone, trapped in a genjutsu, with no chakra available, and completely at his mercy. He didn't even bother with guards, not that his mindless puppets could be of any use as guards, but she wasn't a threat anymore. Now, all he needed to do was to wait for the Jinchuriki to show up so that he could lock him up in the cage that was ready to receive its prey.
Swinging the chair he had still been holding towards a pile of tipped-over shelves, he couldn't help the delirious cackle that left his lips. His plan had only been delayed, not ruined.
As more shouts and shattering noises came from the room holding the cloaked man, on the other side of the hideout an unconscious girl was slowly dying. Strapped down to the floor in chains, the pale pink haired ninja from Konoha seemed to be fast asleep as blood slowly dripped from her mouth, down her neck, and pooled across the cold grey floor.