Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Life is Lovelier the Second Time Around ❯ Red versus Black ( Chapter 10 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto now stop asking me or I'll kill you!!! …I mean, merry Christmas grandma. Don't own that joke either.

 

AN: Oh nos. Gaara's been kidnapped! Oh my god! I'm the one that did it! I have to turn myself in! *Hinata bonks Destenyne with a lamp* And I get to write about my favorite Akatsuki. Yay Sasori! Also a random I dea popped into my head last night. Okay two things: One: Once Shukaku gets sucked out of him Gaara can sleep right? I hope so. Two: There may be a Gaara chapter in the future that focuses on Gaara's love life. I was thinking about using some characters from Family Play by O.R.I. (don't know the whole name) would three girls planning on “sharing” Gaara offend anyone? If so I won't do it but if not I think it'd be funny. Also for anyone who hasn't read the first one Kankuro and Sasori have met before I will make a few references to that. Oh and the end of this chapter, and my next chapter or so sorta sync up time wise. You'll know when you read the next one. The stuff at the end will be explained later so don' be mad if it doesn't make sense now.

 

Anime Princess Inu Lover: I knows! Deidara will pay! And now I'm off to…send someone else to save Gaara from the chicken man.

 

Daianta: Yeah they are evil. I promise we'll get him back. And have fun if you do the marbles thing. Who would you try it on? Maybe I don't want to know…

 

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“He's landing.” Kankuro said pointing to a canyon wall. Deidara was circling lower to the ground. The sand ninja picked up the pace and ran straight up the canyon. They came to a halt when they saw the Hunched Akatsuki and Deidara waiting for them.

 

“I'll handle this.” Sasori said with a nod to his partner.

 

“Alright.” Deidara hopped back onto his statue and flew off.

 

“Not getting away that easy.” Kankuro said unrolling three scrolls. “How about a puppet show?” Karasu, Karoari, and Sanshouo appeared.

 

“Well, well. This is interesting, a younger verion of myself playing with my old hand-me-downs.” Sasori said with a chuckle.

 

“So, it is you Sasori. Don't remember seeing that puppet last time we met.”

 

“Ha ha ha! Leave it to a puppeteer to figure it out so quickly!” Sasori laughed.

 

“Temari go on. I can hold him off long enough for you to get Gaara.” Kankuro said sending a poison smoke bomb out of Karasu's arm and at the Akatsuki.

 

“I'm on it!” Temari said leaping onto her fan and taking off. `What are they talking about what puppet? And how can that be Sasori? Sasori was young, this guys so old he's bent at a ninety degree angle.' She shook her head and focussed on the task at hand.

 

“Not so fast.” All Kankuro saw was a blur heading toward Temari.

 

“Temari watch out!”

 

“Huh? AH!!!” Temari was impaled through the stomach on something long coming from under Sasori's cloak.

 

“Temari! Hold on!”

 

“Can't let you slow him down. We have an appointment to keep. In fact I'm going to end this right now.” Sasori said sending his tail straight at Kankuro. Kankuro barely had time to react as he brought Sanshouo in front of him. “Using the bulkiest puppet as a shield. Not bad. But trying to block Hiruko's tail with that old thing is like trying to hold back a kunai with tissue paper.”

 

Kankuro looked down to see that the tail had pierced through Sanshouo and was coming out the other side. `Shit!' Kankuro leapt away from his puppet and circled around to get between Temari and Sasori.

 

“She's as good as dead anyway. Why would I attack a corpse?”

 

“I ain't…dead yet.” Temari said defiantly.

 

“Can you move?” Sasori asked knowingly.

 

Temari tried to stand but realized she couldn't. “Dammit.”

 

“Temari?” Kankuro asked not glancing back for fear of his opponent.

 

“Some kind of poison.” Temari breathed. “I can't feel my arms and legs.”

 

`Crap. He uses poison too.' Kankuro growled in frustration and shot several poison tipped senbon at the other puppeteer.

 

Sasori ignored them as he hefted Sanshouo over his head and tore it in half. The senbon hit Hiruko and had no real effect. “You're going to need more penetration if you want to hurt me.”

 

“I know.” Kankuro said as Kuroari circled around Sasori and latched on. “Kurohigi Kiki Ipatsu! (Secret Black Art: Iron Maiden!)” Hiruko was too large to fit inside Kuroari but the principle was the same. Karasu seperated into its component parts each with a long poison covered blade.

 

“Nice try.” Hiruko's tail stabbed through Kuroari and flung it away like a rag doll. He swatted each part out of the air.

 

“Right back at ya.” Kankuro picked the blades back up and drove them into Hiruko.

 

“Do you have any idea how long it will take me to fix all these holes?” Sasori asked from inside Horuko.

 

“How…you shouldn't…” Kankuro took a step back. His last effort had failed.

 

“You saw me last time. You know what I am.” Sasori said simply.

 

“Yeah poison wouldn't be too effective against you huh?” Kankuro said knowing he was beat.

 

“No. Too bad you can't say the same.” Hiruko's mouth opened and Kankuro was bombarded with senbon.

 

“I guess this is it.” Kankuro said falling to the ground.

 

“You'll be alive for awhile. My poison acts slow, so I can make someone into one of my human puppets. I'd do it to you but I don't have the time. It's a shame maybe in a few years you could have given me a run for my money.” With that Sasori disappeared.

 

“K…kankuro…” Temari called weakly.

 

“Yeah, sis?” Kankuro asked rolling over as best he could. His limbs were going numb too.

 

“Even if we….couldn't they'll…get him back.” Temari panted.

 

“Who?”

 

“Konoha. Shikamaru beat him before…they'll do it again.” She said with a small smile. She was too numb to feel the pain from her wound, she was kinda glad for that. “I'm gonna miss him.” She said as a tear rolled down her cheek. “I give him crap all the time, here I am crying just because the inevitable happened.”

 

“Shut-up! Quit talking like that! We have the best poison expert known to man in this village. And the best medical ninja is just…just a few days away.” He said not feeling as optimistic as he sounded. “We're not gonna die here. You still have years of being…the biggest bitch on the planet…ahead of you.”

 

“You always know just what to say.” The siblings looked at each other and chuckled. Temari smiled and closed her eyes.

 

“Temari…come on stay…stay…” Kankuro lost consciousness too.

 

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“I've found them!” Baki called. “I need a medic over here!” The jounin called.

 

Several medical ninja ran over and examined the two teens. “I got a pulse but it's faint.” The one who was leaning over Temari called.

 

“He's not much better.” The other said shaking his head.

 

“Get me some plasma over here! Jeez it's like someone stabbed her with a huge serrated blade.” He said as he began healing the wound as best he could.

 

“These are all shallow. I don't think it was the wounds that got him like this.” The other said removing the senbon and healing the punctures.

 

“She's stable get me a stretcher.”

 

“Yeah this is all I can do.” The siblings were carried back to the village.

 

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The pair slipped in and out of consciousness for the next few days only catching snatches of conversation.

 

“…found them!”

 

“…a pulse but…”

 

“He's not…”

 

“…a huge serrated…”

 

“…I don't think the it was the wounds…”

 

“She's stable…”

 

“She starting to wake up put her under quick!”

 

“I am an expert in poison…beyond me…Sasori…one more versed in antidotes…”

 

“…Hokage…”

 

“Whit fang of Konoha!…mudering…”

 

“…on Kankuro and Temari!”

 

“There I think they're out of any immediate danger.” Sakura sighed Temari groaned and opened her eyes. Kankuro did the same. Sakura, Naruto, and Kakashi were in their hospital room.

 

“What happened to Gaara?” Naruto asked the anger evident in his voice.