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Chapter 18

On top a roof outside the mall, a man with a huge sniper rifle sat so still it was hard to tell if he was a stature or not. His pale eye admired his work through his scope, the wind seamed to part around him as the storm started to pick up. People ran and screamed. Blood soaked the little princesses chest, her head lolling lifelessly from side to side as the huge man carried her to the closest medic station. He rose, looking to the sky, his long black hair tied in a tight black pony. Grinning from ear to ear, he plucked the sunglasses from his vest and put them on, hiding his pure white eyes.

"Hyuuga, is the mission accomplished?" A voice buzzed from his jacket. He paused for a moment, debating on answering back. He hated answering them back.

After a long pause, he picked up the walkie talkie. "Yes." Was his short reply.

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She was in pain. So very much pain. She could feel cold metal digging into her flesh, the warm blood on her skin, and the cold sheen that covered her.

She was injured. She didn't know how it happened, but someone damaged her from afar. Likely a gun, but she didn't know for sure. She was never shot before after all.

Hushed voices were all around her, the already distant screams fading.

"You'll be fine," She heard Kakazu's deep voice. She shifted, trying to open her eyes. But her body was against her, all she managed was a little flutter of her eyelashes. If she could, she would sneer at her weakness and force them open, but it simply didn't work.

There was more to the wound then just the bullet. She could feel cold prongs dig inside her searching for the metal imbedded in her muscle. She sustained much worst injuries when she sparred her father, yet her body refused to obey. They was foul play.

She had to tell them. She parted her lips, but no sound came out. She tried harder, only for a mute squeak. Her mind fogged. The poison was potent, her body had no chance against it.

No one could see it. But now she could feel it eat away at her.

"Poi...." She forced out, her voice faint as a hum. "Sen..." She forced out, just as the poison forcefully put her into a sleep.

"Poi...sen?" Kakazu whispered, eyes scrunching. He blinked, eyes widening in realization. The bullet was poisoned! With urgent precise hands, he dug the bullet out, it had almost imbedded itself in her bone. The longer it was in, the worst the poison would be.

But it was already in her system. He was a doctor, but Sasori was the expert in this area. He needed his direction if he should stitch Hinata or not.

"SASORI." His booming voice filled the mall, the still air breaking with the crackle of his voice. In an instant Sasori was next to him. He held the bullet in his hand out to the boy, who eyed it for a moment, before his grey eyes glinted. Sasori was the greatest chemist in the county, if it wasn't for his antisocial* tendencies he could have been a national treasure. It was no wonder the boy could see that it was poisoned by just a few seconds of staring at the bullet.

"We need to close the wound. To keep it open is pointless. We need to get her back to the house so I can make the appropriate antidote." Kakuzu nodded, pulling out a needle and threat, stitching the wound within seconds.

Sasori was the one to scoop her up. With a short look, the boys agreed. They needed to save Hinata at all costs. As if he was born a shinobi, the boy vanished at an abnormal speed.

Kakauzu sat back on his knees, eyes on the puddle of blood in front of him. Pieces of Hinata's shirt lay discarded, soaking up the red liquid.

Never before was he so scared to treat a person. With shaky hands, he began to clean the mess. His nerves were tattered, his vision blurred. He treated people with their guts hanging out, people who have lost limbs, yet he was this shaken after pulling a mere bullet out of her. He smiled grimly. He was weak to her. Yet, he could not bear the fact that this was her blood.

His hands began to shake harder as he scooped up the fabric.

She was so close to dying right in his arms.

Someone did this. Someone was aiming to kill her. His hands clenched around the bloodied fabric in his hands, blood dripped out of it, landing in the puddle.

Someone was trying to kill their Hinata.

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Pein watched as Sasori carried the girl. She was limp and her torso bare of cloth, but not of blood. It was almost as if she wore a shirt of liquid red. This fueled him beside Sasori, eyes dark.

"Situation, report." He commanded, watching as the boy hurried forward. Sasori was distant, but still he responded.

"Hinata has been poisoned. It is of high quality and potent, I need to treat her soon as possible. Kakuzu has stitched her up and is currently cleaning up the mess." Sasori's grey eyes turned to halfheartedly look at him. Pure bloodlust almost turned the boys eyes red. He could practically see a beast baring its teeth in the icy depths. He was almost as angry as he was. Almost.

"We will find who did this."

Then Sasori was gone.

He was standing outside the mall, watching the vehicle speed away.

They would find who did this.

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NOTE: *Antisocial means criminalistics. Most people use antisocial for people who are shy or awkward, but that's wrong. That's A-social. Antisocial is when they tend to have criminal behaviors. I recently learned of this myself!