āHonestly, what a dragā¦Iām stuck around in an endless circle of boring missionsā¦What is the Hokage even thinking? Iām an ANBU not some Genin who has to rescue cats and take out weeds. I mean, I have my own self-missions! ā¦And that other stupid cat hasnāt replied in a weekā¦Donāt tell me Gaara gave him a mission? Come on, Neko-chan, donāt scare me for no reasonā¦Ah! Nevermind, Iām close to the Country of Wind anyways, better pay my friends a little visit~!"Ā The red-head smirk widely under her fox mask, changing the direction of her running completely, now super excited to surprise her dear friends she hasnāt seen in a long time.
Much to her shock, however, she wasnāt welcomed by either of the Sand Siblings at all, but in fact, one of the officials told her that Temari was on ambassador-business in Konohagakure, while the Kazekage got kidnapped, and Kankuro got injured trying to rescue him, and is in grave danger.
Having already taken off her mask, her jaw hung open as she didnāt let him finish his sentence, already being on her way to the Hospital.
There, in one of the beds, was a single patient, writhing in pain, eyes closed, groaning in agony as if he was having a nightmare.
But not Neko-chan, the Puppet Master that she used to tease endlessly and play around with.
This was Kankuro, a normal person with an injury that could end his life in the blink of an eye.
A person who was struggling to keep on going, to save his little brother from an inevitable demise.
The sight in front of her made her realise that, despite being in the ANBU, the Konoha teaching and the Will of Fire stuck to her tighter than sheād have ever wanted to admit.
For the first time in ages, she could feel something.
A sharp pain in her chest, as if her heart was being stomped on and crushed in front of her very eyes
A shinobi shouldnāt have emotions, or it would destroy the completion rate of the mission.
"Guess I should just quit, then?ā
Ā those thoughts rung in her head.
Trying to calm down, she softly made her way towards him and sit on his bed, pushing away the hair from his face and wiping the thin layer of sweat forming, as she held his hand gingerly, kissing it.
āDamn it, Neko-chanā¦If only I knew this happenedā¦I should have realised much soonerā¦Iāmā¦Iām sorryā¦Please donāt dieā¦Gaara needs youā¦And Temari tooā¦And all Suna, of courseā¦And wellā¦I guess I need you tooā¦Tsk, who was the imbecile who dared mess with you?! Once I find out, Iām going toā¦Goodness, what am I not going to do to him! I will avenge you, thatās certainā¦Butā¦Is there anything I can do to help, I wonder..?ā
Ā Kitsune mumbled aimlessly under her breath, the words addressed more towards her than anything else, as she could barely look at the brown haired boy in front of her, instead settling for searching for a medical nin so she could understand the situation better and see if she could possibly give any help.
