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“So… You think he has a thing for Haruno, un?”

“Shut it blondie.”

“You know, if we kidnap him, she might come to us. Saves us the trouble of going to get her ourselves, un.”

“Hn.”

“And you call me annoying, yeah?”

“...”

“Bastard, yeah.”

“You’re worse than Hidan.”

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A very annoyed Sakura made her way towards the North Gate. She had been pulled out of surgery to be informed that she had been ordered by the higher ups to report to there A.S.A.P. Apparently she was the best combat medic in the village, so she was the one who had to go.

According to the information she had received (and to the wounds she had treated), Deidara, the exploding clay master was present along with the bastard Uchida. (she had also seen some wounds that looked suspiciously like Kisame, the mist missing nin’s work). Most of the men that had been brought in had suffered severe burns, a few were comatose, twitching as though they were being tortured, and the rest had gaping wounds.

When she did reach the North Gate, however, she was utterly un prepared for the sight that met her eyes. Gaara was laying on the ground looking practically dead, a long Kunai slice, dangerously close to his jugular, blood spattering his robes. All around him were fallen Shinobi, clutching wounds, or lying dead in puddles of their own blood. Not one was left standing. As if this weren’t enough, two Akatsuki members were standing over the bodies, seemingly arguing with one another.

As she approached, the blond one turned to her. “Haruno, we were just talking about you, yeah.” Sakura started to back up, until she found her back pressed against the wall surrounding the city. The other Akatsuki member stepped out from behind his partner. The Black hair and red eyes were unmistakable. “Bastard.” She hissed, trying to retreat further, even though she knew it was impossible. “Well, that’s a shame. What happened to ‘Sasuke-kun?” He asked “He died.” She hissed, her words dripping in venom. “He died a long time ago.”

“Oh no, I think you’ll find that he’s… Very. Much. Alive.” With every word, he strode closer, until he was standing directly in front of her. “Lay off, Uchida. You’ll have your chance, but for now, we have to get her to base. Knock her out so I can call off the attack. We got what we came for, now let’s go, un.” Deidara said coming over as well. “What about him?” Sauske asked, indicating Gaara. “There’s obviously something going on between them. He said her name, and she looked like she was about to rush over to his side, and sob over his body. Nobody touches my blossom and gets away with it. I say we kill him.”

“No. You aren’t going to touch him. Either of you bastards. Now get the hell away from us. Uchida, I’m not ‘your blossom’, nor will I ever be. I hate you. Deidara, I killed your partner before, and I won’t hesitate to do so again, and this time, for good measure, I’ll kill you too. Now get the hell away from us before I have to prove my point... again.”

“She’s a fiery one, indeed. No wonder Leader-sama wants her to join, yeah.”

“Hn.”

BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The ground crumbled beneath them as a chakra infused fist met it. The two Akatsuki members would have been buried up to their necks, trapped, and completely helpless, had they not been expecting something like this. In an instant, they were both standing 20 ft up, aboard a giant clay bird that Deidara had conjured, seemingly out of nowhere. Sakura smirked as they flew away, before turning and running over to Gaara.