Red Strings of Fate

Chapter TWO

Perhaps they were ready to move out a little.

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Sasori was someone who appreciated perfection and beauty. Even on missions, he liked precision.

That was hard, however, if you traveled with a pair of children the age of ten.

It had been close to three years since they had first departed from Suna, and Sasori knew that the decision he had made that one time he had acted purely out of a whim had been right. However, sometimes, he wondered what he had been thinking back then.

The two were skilled in every aspect of shinobi in a fight. However, they were still children, having been deprived of the time where they could run around, questioning everything.

In other words, Akasuna no Sasori was paying the price of being dragged around by childish curiosity, which the parents of said two had forcefully suppressed.

And so, he loved the village shinobi and rogue ninja that were stupid enough to attack them. It gave the two a chance to use up the energy they had built up

He didn't, however, like it when a certain redhead crushed the bodies of the enemy shinobi just to spite him.

Really, Gaara was too attached to Sakura for his own good.

At least Sakura was nice enough to leave the bodies of those she had killed intact enough for him to use a limb or two for his puppets.

Then again, he may be asking too much of a pair whose main style of attack was catch and crush. At least, thanks to them, he hadn't been within five meters of enemy projectiles in what seemed like forever.

Those directed towards him by Gaara didn't count, after all.

Currently, they were spending a night at a inn in some small village.

Sasori slipped into their shared room in the Inn, food and water clutched in his arms.

The moment he stepped in and locked the door, two different colors shot towards him. Sasori easily sidestepped the sand which had gone straight for his head. The sand didn't even pause as it moved smoothly on to the door, blocking the peephole while the Iron sand barricaded it by slipping into all the gaps.

"Sasori." Sakura got off the bed she had been sitting on and walked over towards him. "You're back."

Gaara didn't even bother sitting up. Instead, he shot Sasori a glare, before simply leaned forward and curling into the patch of warmth where Sakura had been previously occupying.

Sasori absentmindedly wondered how Sakura didn't notice Gaara's many attempts at killing him. However, he didn't voice this. Instead, he handed her the bag containing everything he had gone out to get. "Eat." He said. "We have another request."

A simple henge was enough to keep their identities hidden. They left no name behind, recognized only by the similar styles of killing. They became known for their absolute success rate in missions. They only appeared before those with genuine requests, and vanished just as quickly as they had arrived, with the mission payment and leaving nothing but the conclusion of the completed job behind.

Sasori had leading his two companions around the nations, taking missions with high pay and enough people involved that news traveled long distances.

However, Sasori was now ready to take things to another stage.

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Gaara was the first to attack. Ambush was their normal style, and he would scare their opponents into panic and chaos. By surrounding the area with a wall made of sand, he stopped them from escaping. It also stopped reinforcements from getting in should there be any.

Sasori would then attack. By standing on higher ground, he could send out his puppets to attack everyone he could see. Of course, he went second also so that he could collect human bodies before they were all crushed.

Finally, Sakura would move in. She would sweep through the ranks of their enemies killing anyone that got in her way.

Then they would pick off the remaining ones one by one.

However, this time, Sasori had a slightly different conclusion in mind.

When one of the men scrambled to his feet and made a run for it, he stopped both Sakura and Gaara from going after him.

He had left Suna to search for eternal beauty, after all.

Fame meant money, and money meant aid in his path.

It was time they came to the light.

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The news of the destruction of the Smoke country spread throughout the Shinobi Nations.

The faces of those accused to be responsible by survivors were put up.

It caused an uproar in Suna, where the shinobi had believed that all three of them had gone missing along with the Third.

However, by then, even Sakura and Gaara had learnt to wear whatever title cast upon them with pride.

They were missing nin, and being given attention even with their status was something they needed to take advantage of.

Sasori tossed dinner at Sakura, then plopped himself down on the mattress. "Eat, then sleep." He ordered.

"We will be leaving for the Wind Country tomorrow."