"Alright, you got yourselves a deal."

Bambi, he decided to call her, was all he was really after. Crewcut hair, a gaunt face, raggedy clothes like she were one of the young boys panhandling in the streets of Baghdad where he had resided for almost over a month, planning out his operation with the best military strategists money could pay for. Dad would never recognize her at first glance, Sasuke suspects. Even so, her lilac eyes were unmistakable. Far from the picture of the prim and immaculate private school girl with lace socks and soft combed locks that her father had given him, her body, though supposedly that of a young lady, had turned waif-like, the subtle joy glimmering in her doe irises now dulled with hope unheeded for years.

Gabriel, his translator, relayed his message. He produced triple the initial amount he offered on top of crates of artillery which was part of the bargain, and on the count of three, the low lives will hand over Bambi, and Sasuke together with his few armed men will retreat back to their armored vehicles.

"I forgot to tell you something," Sasuke said, almost humming at Mazwi's negotiators.

Just as he took hold of Bambi's shoulders, Sasuke pushed her to the ground and ducked, his body covering hers.

"Kill them all," he talked low over the mini radio hidden behind the lapel of his jacket.

Loud gunshots fired. Mazwi and his men were no match to what Sasuke had in store. Nearly two hundred snipers on the outposts silencing Mazwi's snipers before they could even notice.

Overkill one might say for a terrorist organization barely making waves in the international scene. Pearls before swines the fortune he invested in the whole venture therein; no one will understand—he knew he'd find her, knew he'd be the one, knew he'd have to, because he knew she'd be the one and no one else—it had only been a picture, a four by six (inevitably becoming his whole world), a lovely girl with a Mona Lisa smile, born on the same year of similar circumstance, and to be told she had simply been lost: utterly, unbearable madness!

"Quite a nice day out, isn't it?" he said to her, trying his best smile soon as the racket subsided.

Rising to meet her gaze in a more comfortable position, he offered his hand to help her up. She declined, her eyes cold and almost disoriented.

The former Hyuuga heiress slowly surveyed her surroundings, the bloody stock, the whole hideout razed to the ground, and ever so subtly, light returned to her eyes as tears shimmered in them.

"Uchiha's the name," said Sasuke as he handed her a handkerchief, "Uchiha Sasuke. We've never met. Your fiancé's younger brother—well, former fiancé since he's married now. Everyone tried to find you for years and couldn't."

Violently, Bambi's knees buckled and Sasuke caught her securely before she fell.

"Whoa, easy, rest easy now," Sasuke's voice automatically shrinking away to soothe the shaking girl.

"X-xanax…," Hinata sobbed, "I have a bottle of Xanax. I was getting ready to die… I-I w-waited for so long—"

"You're safe now. I found you. Shhh… It's okay, it's okay now," cooed Sasuke as he comfortingly patted her head.

Zimbabwe might be far from home, but he discovered he also found it right here with her in his arms and all the unknown that accompanied her.

End.

Daifuku Mochiin Corner ( ๑‾̀‾́)σ"

Hiya! Feels like it's been such a long time since I uploaded anything. Noticed anything strange with the story? I hope not. This was my response to PianoCoat's casual writing challenge in the SasuHina Month Discord. PianoCoat's rules were:

1. A 26-sentence story where each sentence must begin with the letters of the alphabet, in order;

2. One sentence has to have 75-100 words; and

3. One sentence has to be a fragment.

Belatedly hours into my submission, I noticed I didn't fully comply with all the rules. Whatever. I had fun xD I swear, PianoCoat comes up with the most interesting writing challenges. It's not often, but I always love it!

Lastly, disclaimer: I know nothing of terrorist activity in Zimbabwe. I just needed it for the Z. Z? Zimbabwe. Naturally. Spontaneously. No zeroes, no zoos, no zippers would do.