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andypantsx3 · 3 years ago

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incendiary | 1 | bakugou x reader

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki / Reader

length: 3.8k of ~23k / 1 of 8 chapters

summary: When you accidentally go viral in defense of quirkless people, an extremist group puts a target on your back. Pro hero Dynamight is the last person you want watching it.

tags: romance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, light hurt/comfort

warnings: themes of discrimination (please see note in fic masterpost), canon typical violence, eventual smut, aged up characters

notes: A HUGE thank you to my sensitivity readers @cat-slippered and @darkenedniqhts. They’re both incredible writers and lovely human beings, please check their fics out!! Please see my notes in the fic masterpost for more!

DRUNK COLLEGE STUDENT ABSOLUTELY OWNS PRO-QUIRK BIGOT | REACTION Mika Reacts · 2.14M subscribers 7 hours ago · 15:39 · 1,083,076 views Description Hey guys, today on my channel we are reacting to one of the funniest interactions I have ever seen. An unidentified woman walks past a group of QRAs shouting slogans… [SHOW MORE]

Idk who this girl is but she didn’t need a quirk to put this man in a coffin RIP yeetus deletus 6 hours ago Reply [Thumbs Up] 1.9k [Thumbs Down]

“my guy out here with a pencil-sharpening quirk and he thinks he’s genetically superior” absolutely sent me Hisa Ota 2 hours ago Reply [Thumbs Up] 1.1k [Thumbs Down]

↗ Trending Now: Watch as tipsy college student argues with angry “quirk rights activist”, totally annihilates him Marie Honda, Staff Reporter On Friday afternoon, a small group of self-described “quirk rights activists” gathered on the southeast campus of Musutafu University, to spread awareness of their group’s core ideologies. They believed they were in for an afternoon of debate and discussion and pamphlet distribution. What they didn’t expect was one drunk passerby… [READ MORE]

Musutafu University @musutafu_u_official At this time, MU has no comment on the incident occurring on southeast campus on Friday evening at approximately 7 PM. More will be discussed at the administrator town hall on Monday at 4 PM. All welcome to attend.

jelly beanz @greenhopp replying to @musutafu_u_official drunk girl for prime minister 2X74

Akihiro Endo | Class of 2X74 @endoaki replying to @musutafu_u_official while i don’t agree with the QRA protestors, i don’t think the way this girl handled things was all that appropriate. all are entitled to their opinions under the law.

kirishima eijirou if ur reading this i’m single @ell3_bell3 replying to @endoaki and @musutafu_u_official boy shut the fuck up. somebody tell drunk girl to come get this guy too.

Detective Tanaka was far too chipper, you thought, for a man relaying a death threat to you.

His white teeth flashed brightly between his upturned lips, his voice light and airy, as though he was delivering a list of specials at a diner, rather than a slew of threats against your safety. His neatly combed hair and the starched collar of his uniform did little to shatter the illusion, and his badge, polished within an inch of its life and clipped fastidiously to his pocket, winked at you under the fluorescent lighting.

His office was similarly immaculate. His paperwork had been tucked away into well-dusted filing cabinets or organized into careful piles on his desk. Next to them were several tidy little portraits of a clean-cut family spaced two inches apart, and a small bowl near your guest chair held an assortment of peppermints and hard caramel candies.

Detective Tanaka probably thought it was all very reassuring. But there was nothing reassuring about the situation you’d found yourself in.

“I’m afraid your image and your personal details are already in circulation,” the detective said, typing something out quickly on his keyboard. Then he turned back to you, revealing his teeth in another blinding smile.

You suppressed a grimace. You were, unfortunately, already well aware of this fact.

This morning, you’d awoken to a dry mouth, a pounding headache, and phone buzzing with approximately three thousand texts. Almost none of them were from numbers you knew, and all of them contained deeply mystifying messages.

Hundreds of variations of “quirkless QWEEN” and “send those mfs to the shadow realm!!” choked your inbox, along with a light smattering of “will you come to my prom” and “are you single?? asking for a friend.” More concerningly, there were a few less-than-friendly missives, containing what appeared to be thinly-veiled threats against your life.

You’d had absolutely no idea what the fuck was going on, until your RA had knocked on your door and you’d blearly fallen out of bed to let her in. She’d informed you that university security was here to escort you down to several police officers waiting outside, which had taken you aback.

You’d asked her if she was looking for your roommate instead—who was the likelier of you two to have anything to do with the police—and she’d just whipped out her phone and hit play on a very loud, very horrifying youtube video documenting the events of your evening last night.

Events in which you engaged in a very drunk, very passionate verbal altercation with several pro-quirk bigots.

Events which had apparently garnered several million views in the time it took you to sleep off the worst of your hangover. Events which had apparently also garnered the attention of some of the more unsavory elements of the internet.

And then matters had become all too clear.

“Some of our operatives monitoring online political hotbeds have noticed a spike of activity surrounding the release of the video,” Detective Tanaka said. For the first time, his smile dimmed and the tiniest wrinkle of worry creased his brow. “There has been a threat issued to your university that we believe is linked to an individual within these communities. If so, it constitutes a credible threat to your life.”

You stared at him, alarmed, though you couldn’t quite find the words for the questions you had for him.

What was a person supposed to say in a situation like this? What kind of information did you need to know? How likely were you to be targeted by a threat deemed “credible”? And how were you supposed to go about protecting yourself now that all your details were out there?

You had, of course, had your fair share of unfortunate encounters before. Growing up without a quirk meant that remarks of an unsavory nature had often been lobbed at you, your school career a series of small, sweaty hands pushing you down into a sandbox, a sidewalk, the side of a locker. As you’d gotten older, things had mostly settled, though you'd encountered even more vicious comments anytime you tweeted anything remotely related to your quirklessness.

But certainly nothing on the level of a real-life, credible death threat. You didn’t know what the appropriate behavior was here.

“Do you know who this person is?” you asked, picking nervously at a stray thread on your jeans.

Detective Tanaka nodded. “We believe so. But I’d rather discuss the finer points once your security detail arrives.”

Your fingers stilled. “Security detail?”

He smiled again. “Yes, in fact they should be arriving here any moment. We’ve arranged a safe house for you in collaboration with their office. We intend to keep you very safe.”

It was probably stupid of you, but you felt yourself straightening up in your seat, frowning. The concept seemed absurd, something out of a crime show. “Um, safe house? Detective, I have classes—I’m like a month out from finals.”

Detective Tanaka fixed you with a slightly less brilliant smile. This seemed to be his idea of a reproachful look. “Miss L/N. I understand you take your academics seriously but it would be a risk to you and the other students to continue to house you in the dorms. Your professors have been contacted and we are arranging virtual attendance for the remainder of your courses. If all goes well, you will not miss any of your classes.”

You shifted uncomfortably, but you bit your tongue. You supposed dialing into your lectures wasn’t the worst option. Spending your afternoons overheating in the cramped rooms of the humanities building certainly wasn’t worth getting murked for, you could admit. Still, if they thought you were going to punk out one month out from finally, finally earning your degree...

Well, you would have to see exactly what this security detail entailed. You imagined another clean-cut officer like Tanaka, parading around behind you everywhere, dazzling your unnamed enemies into submission with his blinding smile.

Detective Tanaka gave you another reassuring grin, misinterpreting your silence. “I assure you that you will be in good hands.”

You gave him a tight smile, and an awkward silence descended over the office. You took a sip of the water he’d brought you to keep yourself occupied, and hopefully wash down some of your nerves. The detective clacked away at his keyboard, the plastic rattle of the keys stark in the sudden quiet of the room. Somewhere in the precinct, a phone rang, and a pair of boots clicked past the door.

You wracked your brain again for any memory of what had happened last night, but little came to you. You could only glimpse events as you’d seen them on your RA’s phone—an outsider’s perspective, not your own. The only flicker of a memory was a the shift of a striped polo, blue and green—one of the QRAs’, you thought—and a surge of white hot anger, climbing up your chest, into your throat, and then—and then—

A sharp rap at the door made you jump.

Detective Tanaka looked up from his keyboard, calling brightly, “Come in!” Then he turned to you, another toothpaste commercial smile on his mouth. “As promised, we’re leaving you in excellent hands.”

You whipped around to watch the newcomer enter.

Excellent hands was apparently code for Hakamata Tsunagu—perhaps better known as pro hero Best Jeanist. He swanned into the office, instantly recognizable even without his hero costume. He was tall in person, with long, stick-thin limbs—almost like an insect—his hair swept to the side and gelled into his trademark yellow-blonde helmet. Long eyelashes fanned over the tops of his cheeks, while the bottom of his face was tucked into a prim, expensive looking scarf. He wore a light peacoat and—no surprise—a pair of boot cut jeans.

You felt your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline, shocked that your case required involvement from the number three hero. Your stomach churned—was this situation even worse that you had understood? Just who had issued this death threat?

Best Jeanist’s eyes wandered from Detective Tanaka down to your face, a crisp voice issuing from the folds of his scarf. “Pleased to meet you, Miss L/N, though the circumstances are unfortunate. I want to reassure you that Genius Office will keep you safe, and we’ve put one of our top heroes at your disposal.”

Some of your pooling panic instantly evaporated. Ah, so Best Jeanist was here on behalf of his agency, not because he would be watching you himself.

Still concerning, obviously, but not as alarming as you had initially assumed. You opened your mouth to ask more about who your security detail would be, when you realized that there was another person crowding the doorway behind Best Jeanist—

—and he was peering over Jeanist’s shoulder, wearing possibly the pissiest expression you had ever seen on a person before.

Even in what appeared to be his street clothes—shredded jeans and a dark, high-collared jacket—that riot of ashy blonde hair and signature scowl was entirely unmistakable. Bakugou Katsuki, known professionally as pro hero Dynamight, stalked into the room, slamming the door behind him with a force that made the pictures on Detective Tanaka’s desk rattle. He shoved himself up against the wall, folding his arms over his chest, and glared at Detective Tanaka with enough heat to burn a bald patch right into the detective’s perfectly-combed black hair.

“Speak for yourself, Jeanist,” he growled, tamping a boot sulkily against the ground. “Some of us have better shit to do than babysit some loudmouth little girl.”

Immediately, your blood pressure skyrocketed. Your imaginings of a neatly-combed, immaculately primped security detail shattered.

Bakugou Katsuki was known as something of Japan’s anti-sweetheart, a media bad boy whose absurd good looks did little to blunt the knife of his irascible attitude and lack of social graces. He’d graduated UA the same time you’d graduated from your own high school, and he’d immediately set about becoming a public menace—nuking whatever villains and whichever social conventions he could get his hands on.

He’d been quickly climbing the charts regardless; people alternately loved to hate him and hated to love him. It was clear his manner was no sweeter in person than it was on screen.

This was your security detail?

“Some of us do, yes,” Best Jeanist said passively. “Unfortunately you cannot count yourself among that number."

Bakugou let out a dismissive noise, scuffing a heavy boot on the ground. "I'm here to get the brat out but then I'm gone. I'm not wasting my time on dumb shit like this."

Best Jeanist’s long eyelashes fluttered in a way that suggested annoyance. “I might remind you that you are not head of this agency. And this dumb shit is your job, which you will do, unless you’d prefer that Genius Office hire a contractor to take your place.” He paused, in a way that you gathered was more for effect than anything else. “I’ve heard Midoriya Izuku is looking to diversify the kinds of operations that he takes on, it might be a good opportunity to—”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Bakugou spat.

Best Jeanist’s eyebrows went up. “Wouldn’t I?”

A muscle jumped in Bakugou’s jaw, hot eyes staring Best Jeanist down. “Fucking—”

A cough from Detective Tanaka’s direction drew your attention back to him. “Is there—will there be a problem, gentlemen?”

Best Jeanist blew out a breath, then turned back to the detective, gracefully seating himself in a guest chair at your side. “There will not be. Genius Office relishes every opportunity to help civilians in need.” He said the last part somewhat sharply, turning back to Bakugou.

Bakugou’s mouth curled disdainfully, and he looked about two seconds from blowing a hole right through the wall. After a long, tense moment, he pushed himself off the plaster, throwing himself into the chair on your other side.

You stiffened with awareness of him, your brain swimming with half-formed questions and concerns. Bakugou had never seemed exactly pleasant, in your opinion, but his spitting, snarling disdain for this assignment was concerning. Why exactly was he so opposed to sitting security detail if that was his job? What did he disdain so much?

You peered at him out of the corner of your eye, his proximity somehow making him more physical, dimensional. Best Jeanist, too, seemed so much more real seated next to you, gesturing for the detective to go on, his movements so much more spidery in person. You could hear the irritated rustle of Bakugou’s jacket next to you, and a booted foot tapped impatiently on the linoleum.

Detective Tanaka rifled through one of the neat piles of paperwork on his desk, producing three packets which he handed to each of you. A photograph stared out at you from the top sheet, printed in color. It was a man, relatively plain looking, with dark hair and dark eyes. He looked to be in his early thirties, clean shaven, with a neatly kept appearance. There was nothing that stood out about him to you, except the slightest twist to his mouth, almost disdainful, as though he’d been captured in the middle of a nasty thought about the photographer.

“This is the individual we believe is targeting Miss L/N,” the detective said. “His name is Matsui Mamoru. He’s a member of several online quirk supremacist communities and our initial linguistic analyses pattern-match his posts quite closely to the death threat that Miss L/N’s university received.”

An unsettled feeling swirled in your stomach and you peered more closely at the photograph.

So, this was the kind of man who had it out for you. This was the kind of asshole who’d set you off last night, the kind who dismissed you and the other twenty percent of the population as nothing more than a weak, subhuman class of bottom feeders.

Bakugou made a noise next to you, drawing your gaze to him. Up close he was even more good-looking, all rumpled blonde hair, a chiseled jawline, and blazing hot eyes. Even his scowl sat prettily on his mouth, and the sight of it annoyed you. He looked like he thought everyone was beneath him, too. It wouldn’t surprise you if he harbored some of the same contempt for you that Matsui did–maybe that’s why he was so adamant in his refusal to be your security detail.

“Looks like a skinny fucking twerp to me,” Bakugou said. “Why not just bag him and be done with it?”

“Linguistic analysis is only enough to flag a target,” Detective Tanaka said. “It’s somewhat error-prone and therefore cannot be used as the sole basis for an arrest.” He shifted the pens around on his desk. “And I assure you, Mr. Matsui may look like your average salaryman, but he has a dangerous background. He boasts a powerful emitter-type quirk capable of creating a towering wall of flame. It's why we contacted your office.”

Your stomach fluttered with nerves, but Bakugou let out a barking laugh. “Sounds just like some asshole I know. When do we get to crush him?”

The detective eyed him apprehensively. “Ideally, you will not come into contact with the suspect.”

Best Jeanist peered over the top of your head at Bakugou. “The police force has contracted us to provide a safe house for Miss L/N to be removed to, until the threat can be properly contained. As Mr. Matsui’s quirk is particularly powerful, we will also allocate one of our hero staff to accompany Miss L/N. That would be you.”

Bakugou growled. “Absolutely not. I’m not sitting on my ass playing nursemaid to this fucking brat.”

Your temper flared, and your headache made itself known in your temples again. That was the second time he’d talked shit about you, right in front of you.

“Okay, this fucking brat has a name, dude,” you snapped irritably. “And I’d also like for you to stop discussing me as if I’m not even here.”

All three sets of eyes shifted in your direction, Bakugou’s gaze spearing you with military precision. He’d cultivated a reputation for intensity, and you were quickly discovering it was well-founded. Had you been standing, you might have taken a step back from the sheer force of his scorn.

“Pipe the fuck down, princess,” he said, mouth curling. “Running your mouth’s what got you into trouble in the first place, ain’t it?”

Your blood went molten in your veins and you had to grip your chair to stop you from launching yourself at him. This was exactly the type of dickhead who had provoked you in the first place. He probably was exactly like Matsui–some asshole with an overpowered quirk, looking down his nose at anyone he considered lesser, anyone he considered weak.

Come to think of it, he was probably fucking rooting for the guy. Maybe he was so opposed to this assignment because he didn’t want to get in Matsui’s way. Maybe he thought you deserved to be quirked into your next lifetime.

Your blood simmered.

“I want a different security detail,” you managed tightly. “Not some meathead with canons for arms.”

Bakugou’s gaze grew hotter, and he opened his mouth to retort, but a careful touch at your shoulder jerked your attention to Best Jeanist.

“Bakugou is a handful, but he’s the strongest asset our agency has that’s not currently out on assignment. He can and he will keep you safe.” The last part seemed aimed at Bakugou again.

Bakugou made a tch noise in his throat. “Give her to Monoma or some shit. I’ll hunt this Matsui guy down myself.”

You scoffed. Hunt him down to shake his hand, probably.

Best Jeanist’s fingers twitched on your shoulder. “As Detective Tanaka has already discussed, Matsui is under watch and not to be brought in until we can safely confirm the threat. Bakugou, you will accept this assignment or you can consider your contract terminated. And I will contract Midoriya Izuku to take this case on behalf of the agency instead. It’s your choice.”

Detective Tanaka stopped fiddling with the pens on his desk. Outside, footsteps clacked down the hall, and a door shut across the hall, a dull thud in the sudden silence of the room.

You could have cut the tension with a knife. You weren’t looking in Bakugou’s direction, but you could almost feel how stiff he was next to you, one hand clenched tightly on his thigh in your peripheral vision. He seemed so adamant, so inherently opposed to this–for a moment, you were convinced he was going to refuse, consequences be damned.

“Fucking—fine,” Bakugou ground out, sounding like he’d had almost had to vomit the words up. “That fucking nerd couldn’t do shit anyways.”

You didn’t much like the conclusion this was coming to, much preferring the sound of this Monoma guy Bakugou had proposed. “Actually, I’d rather not—”

Best Jeanist rounded on you next, a hard glint in his eye. You leaned back a little, feeling like a toddler about to be scolded by her father. “Bakugou is the best protection we can offer you. It would be best if you were patient. Understand this is for the best.”

His cutting tone left no room for disagreement.

Slowly, you nodded, though you doubted protection was the first thing on Bakugou’s agenda. First degree murder looked more like it was in your cards than anything.

“I—fine, okay. Fine,” you acquiesced. “Fine. If you think so. But I still don’t like it,” you added childishly.

Bakugou most likely couldn’t actually murder you when he was on assignment. Probably. But that didn’t mean you fully trusted him to keep you as safe as someone else might. You’d have to watch your own back, too.

Best Jeanist subsided, looking satisfied. He turned back to Bakugou. “You’ll want to take Miss L/N to her dorm to collect her things. I’ll arrange transportation to the safe house and wrap things up here.”

Bakugou was silent a long moment before he nodded begrudgingly. Detective Tanaka ruffled his papers anxiously, his smile back, but strained. He looked like he’d never looked forward to anything more than the moment that Bakugou Katsuki exited his office.

Bakugou muttered something under his breath and got to his feet, turning to you. “Come on, brat. You heard him, we’re getting your shit.”

You wanted to disagree on principle, but Best Jeanist’s eyes were cold on your back, and the promise of escaping this office was too good. You suddenly longed for the familiarity of your squashy dorm room, and you couldn’t scramble out of your chair fast enough. You followed Bakugou’s broad back to the door, taking deep, calming breaths.

Anything was better than being murdered, you repeated to yourself. And it wouldn’t be for long. You could be patient and wait things out.

It was fine.

Only a couple days of this, maybe, and they’d catch Matsui.

Only a couple days and you’d be free of Bakugou Katsuki.

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anerdinallherglory · 4 years ago

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Approaching Sun (31)

Author’s Note: Surprise readers! I wanted to celebrate the start of Spring Break (a very much needed break) by posting an update sooner than I expected. Also, it’s double the length, too. It’s practically two chapters in one!

Thank you always to my loyal readers. If I do not get back to you, please know that I see every review, every comment, and every mention. I am grateful for all of you!

Also, I have had a few readers tell me of songs they associate with A.S. and I just think that is so cool, because I too, connect music to books and fanfics that I read. I’d like to make a list of all my readers’ songs that they think fit A.S. and share them on my next update as the “soundtrack” for this story. Please let me know yours in the comments or through message.

Pairing: SasuSaku

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30

Chapter 31: Not Enough

Sakura spun the sword, adjusting it on her left forearm as she pivoted on her heel to bring it around her in another protective arc. The blackness that hovered before her again instantly shielded her enemies from view which could be considered both advantageous and disadvantageous for her.

For the first, Mako and Hisa immediately rushed forward, using the ninjutsu as a cloak. They crisscrossed her, one taking a swipe at her from the front right and the other coming from the left. When Hisa’s blade came from the right, Sakura’s first instinct was to dodge and strike her foe in the side with her fists as she passed. But with her chakra currently restricted, Sakura ducked, pushed up on the handle of her assault weapon with her forearm, and brought her own blade naturally to Hisa’s right flank as she redirected the attack. Sakura hissed in disappointment because the cut was interrupted when she retreated and the result was shallow, not slicing deep enough to incapacitate her. When Hisa took a step back, clutching her flank, Mako suddenly appeared like a breaching shark from the deep only inches before Sakura’s face. He kicked her, quite hard, and Sakura fell into the sand, her weapon tossed aside from the blow. She scrambled for it as Mako grabbed hold of her ankle. She kicked free of his hold, but he was upon he, knees straddling her, and Sakura had no choice but to turn and face him.

He cuffed her hands above her head, saying quietly, “Don’t make this difficult! You will lose your life if you continue to resist. They’ll kill you. Stop struggling!”

Sakura cursed herself for drinking that damn tea, because if she had chakra, she would headbutt his face so far back into his skull that the impact would instantly kill him. Hisa’s face suddenly appeared above Mako’s rights shoulder.

“Killing her is the only option. We don’t have time to hold her hostage,” she chastised Mako with venom in her voice. “We have to get back to base quickly with the news of her death.”

“We could use her. She’s too important to kill immediately.” Came Mako’s response as he sat down hard against her bucking legs.

“We don’t have time for this! The drug effects won’t last on her all the way back to Tanigakure!”

Perfect, Sakura thought. The confirmation she had been looking for. They were in fact the same party of ninja who had attacked her and Sasuke on their journey to Suna. Sakura still wasn’t entirely sure just how many belonged to their group.

“Reach in my pocket for the second dose. We will knock her back out if we have to!” came Mako’s reply, but it was too late. Sakura had been calling, calling, calling her chakra to her wrists this entire time and used that small amount of sudden strength to overpower Mako’s hold, swinging her arms quickly back down to her sides which caused Mako’s own arms to follow. His head hit the ground to the left of her neck and Sakura immediately rolled him, bestriding him the same way he had just held her.

Hisa didn’t hesitate a second as her weapon came swiping horizontally across Sakura’s back. Sakura predicted this and used Mako’s struggling momentum to once again roll him back on top of her. The blade bit into the flesh of his back and he screamed. In the same moment, Sakura used the last of her strength to wedge her knees between herself and Mako’s chest, shoving him out and back toward a surprised Hisa. They both fell tangled back into the shadowy mist, hitting sand somewhere out of sight.

Within seconds, Sakura scrambled toward the lost weapon and the sword she had dropped was within Sakura’s reach. But when she fisted the pommel, a foot stepped down on the blade. The black mist cleared to reveal the eyeless depths of the shadow demon above her.

“Enough of this,” he hissed. Shadows leaked from his eyes, down his face, and crawled down his chest, legs, and over the length of the weapon, icing Sakura’s fingers when they touched the handle. Sakura immediately recoiled in pain as her fingers turned a sickening black. She screamed, backing away from his advancing figure, hand tucked protectively in the crook between her arm and side.

Rage more than fear boiled beneath Sakura’s skin. What sick ninjutsu was this? It reminded her of a combination between Zabuza’s Hidden Mist technique and Shikamaru’s Shadow Control. But the damage was entirely unexpectedt, as if the shadows inside his body were made of a poisonous substance that bleached out the life of whatever it touched. This phantom before her controlled darkness directly, thickening what already existed in the air around them, and then leaking black chakra directly from his body which destroyed whatever came in contact with it. Like the shadows of death itself, Sakura was certain it had stollen all life from her immovable hand.

Sakura cursed and bolted to the left, seeking out the jagged rocks that she had created earlier. She had to test a theory. Sakura slowed as she clutched her hand, listening, keeping an eye on her feet at all times in fear of creeping black, knowing the phantom would pursue.

When his steps came closer, Sakura turned and faced him. A chakra-manipulated path cleared the darkness between them, allowing the two ninja to see each other in the surrounding haze. This confirmed one thing for Sakura: no one, including the ninja user himself, could see through the darkness he created. That was good to know.

Just one more thing then. She waited and the shade sneered as he approached. When he came withing a few feet away, shadows reached for her like grasping fingers. Just as she had seen Temari do all those years ago during the Chunin exams, Sakura backed away until the shadows stopped and retreated back into the skull of the demon who had projected them. She drew a line in the sand, confirming the distance of ten feet between them.

Ha. She thought to herself. Just like Shikamaru’s justsu then. Similarly, it had a limited reach, although it was much shorter than Shikamaru’s range and didn’t seem to be able to use the shadows in the air around it to lengthen or widen. It explained the purpose of the shadows in the air though; the phantom ninja needed to be in close range where individuals couldn’t see the approaching black tentacles of death.

Sakura scoffed. Apparently, this ninja couldn’t measure up to Shikamaru’s intelligence either, considering the fact that she had just figured out how his ninjutsu worked.

There was only one problem, though. Sakura was a close-combat shinobi as well, and her number one battle technique was her chakra enhanced strength. She needed a plan that would allow her to take a different approach.

She ran and her attacker pursued her, thickening the air before her but leaving the trail behind her completely clear.

Suddenly, Mako’s words from earlier came back to her, which gave Sakura an idea. It was the only thing Sakura could think of. She doubled back to where Mako and Hisa had been disposed. She followed the blood in the sand to the precipice of a jagged chunk of earth. When she came upon Mako, Sakura noted that Hisa was already gone, having abandoned him immediately. Hisa was probably blindly searching for Sakura among the shadow-cloaked mountains of ground and sand.

Sakura didn’t have much time. She placed her hand over Mako’s mouth so he wouldn’t scream and give away their location; not that it would do much good. If the phantom had room for a brain somewhere next to that pit of darkness in his skull, he would follow the blood as she had, or trace her tracks in the sand.

Mako, laying on his bloody back in the sand, shot his eyes open when Sakura’s hand pressed down hard on his mouth with her black hand. It was barely more than a useless appendage at this point, but with the help of her good hand, Sakura shoved her fingers in his mouth to silence him. He tried biting them, tearing into her blackened flesh. But Sakura couldn’t feel them at all, the deadening so complete that Sakura was afraid she would never regain use of it again.

With her free hand, Sakura searched Mako’s person. Her hand fisted triumphantly in his back pocket around something long and cylindrical. She pulled it free, praying frantically that it was what she theorized it to be. Bless you for being thorough and for telling me you had it, she thought to Mako as she surveyed the capped yellow injection tube. Whether it was Ashuwa or a second dose of whatever he had put in her tea, Sakura didn’t know. But whatever it was, Mako had revealed its purpose to Hisa which was to incapacitate her again once the current drug in her system stopped working.

Mako squirmed beneath her and Sakura contemplated killing him right then and there. But she just didn’t have time. Lucky bastard. She sprinted from him, the phantom stepping over the boulder in the same moment she darted from the concealed spot.

Did he see what she grabbed? Sakura wasn’t confident but couldn’t stop to try to interpret the eye-less facial expression the ninja wore. Remaining hopeful, she kept running.

Spotting a smaller set of tracks in the sand leaving the location, Sakura followed them, tracing them all the way to their source. When Sakura came upon Hisa, she almost collided with her directly, the blackened air only revealing her in the last second. Hisa didn’t even have a chance to react before Sakura uncapped the needle and dispensed a third of the dose into her neck, enough for her weight. The woman dropped to the ground and Sakura thanked Mako again for designing the perfect drug. Sakura didn’t estimate that she would remain unconscious for long, though, not having the full dose.

Sakura moved quickly. There was only a matter of minutes before the phantom caught up to her once again. Sakura quickly removed the cloak from Hisa’s shoulders and wrapped Hisa’s face covering around her own. She picked up Hisa’s small rapier from the ground.

She turned and walked toward the approaching footsteps, using the black at her back to her advantage this time, thankful for once that it would conceal Hisa’s body completely.

When she came into his view, the ninja balked, taken aback at her familiar presence. “Hisa?” came the hissing whisper. Sakura kept her head down long enough. Long enough to come parallel with him and turn the blade to relieve him of his head.

He ducked as Sakura knew he would. Dropping the shortsword, she came back toward his face with the hidden syringe in the same hand. Like with Hisa, she caught him in the neck with the needle neck, and his black sockets widened as she fully pressed in the plunger.

Deathly black shot out of his eye sockets, gripping her remaining hand with blackness as it traveled up her arm. She cried out in both pain and fury as the medicine injected into the demon’s skin. He screamed and she pulled away as he dropped to his knees.

His consciousness remained momentarily, and Sakura turned, arms limp and useless from damage like Orochimaru’s had been. Turning, Sakura found the sword she had dropped. Bending down, she gripped it between her teeth, the taste of metal and sand coating her tongue. It tasted so, so sweet in that second.

Like another mist demon she remembered, Zabuza Momochi, Sakura wielded the blade between her teeth and pivoted to face this monster who was solely responsible for torturing Isao, spreading hatred and pain, and most of all, underestimating her.

Sakura would never be weak enough that anyone without substance, anyone who couldn’t consider themselves subpar to a legendary Sanin, could dispose of her easily. She didn’t need abilities. She didn’t even need chakra to make it out triumphant in these futile attempts on her life.

“You will regret your choices,” the phantom hissed disorientated. “The next generation won’t be able to handle what is coming.”

Sakura began to advance toward him, ready to mimic Zabuza’s killing blows with a fang-wielded blade. When she reached him, she glared down at him, bloodlust in her veins.

“War is a good thing. Anger is a tool to be used. Vengeance is necessary to strengthen.”

Sakura gripped onto her own blood-bent mind, talking to herself as she looked at this man…beast…whatever he was. And as she had done with Satou, Sakura now too, thought of Sasuke. A person so wrapped in darkness that the darkness presented itself in his very nature.

“You, like everyone else, deserve mercy,” Sakura announced after she dropped the sword from her mouth. Sakura had once blamed herself for being too weak to kill Sasuke, but in this moment, Sakura had an enlightening clarification. When someone so vile deserves death and you can find it in yourself to drop your too-ready hand of justice and offer them a second chance—that is real strength. It’s what Naruto would have done. It’s what Sakura chose to do now.

The man slumped forward, eyes level with the blade that stuck up from the sand. “You will see one day that I am right,” he hissed in finality.

“You have us confused with one another,” she announced to the fading darkness that began to disintegrate into light, the final sign signaling his unconsciousness. Sakura could just make out the sunrise in the east and it was beautiful, pale, and rosy. Sakura pretended it was her victory banner. She also believed it was a sign of hope.

………………………………….

The second chakra pill worked another miracle. Sasuke felt replenished as he practically flew across the sand path in Isao’s memory. He had only run this fast a few times in his life and most recently, it was because of this same scenario. Kido, too, had kidnapped Sakura, and when Sasuke had found out, he had run.

Sasuke cursed himself now for his stupidity. His pride. His mission. He had left in anger and confusion after their kiss, left her alone in Suna despite his promise to never let this sort of thing happen again. Each step he took into the sand was echoed in his mind with an apology. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. He lost count of how many times he said it.

Chakra coursed through his limbs and Sasuke mentally prepared himself for war. Bones enveloped his body, ribs caging around him as he activated an incomplete Susanoo. Purple chakra radiated from him, a threatening beacon to the kidnappers he knew would be nearby.

Sasuke instantly recognized the projections of broken ground that penetrated up from the sand like a golden crown. Unlike in Isao’s shadowy memories, the morning light illuminated each pillar, revealing the sheer length and size of every new peak that Sakura had brought forth with her inhuman strength. Sasuke didn’t even think of concealing his presence; he didn’t need to. He charged into the center of the fray, looking about him everywhere.

He looked behind a few of the crags, eyes finally landing on an individual. Bloody, but not unconscious, Mako lay with his face projected to the sky. His eyes shot open when Sasuke placed a heavy foot on his chest. He wanted to light him up with his Amaterasu and let the flames devour him alive until the ninja was nothing more than the sand beneath him.

Mako groaned and Sasuke unsheathed his katana, stabbing into this ninja’s shoulder. Although he didn’t need to pin him to the ground, it felt good to watch Mako clutch at the blade near his collar bone. The medic ninja was still alive despite his blood loss, but Sasuke relished in the thought that he wouldn’t be for long. Gaara might be mad at him for this later, but Sasuke didn’t care.

“Where is she?” The Uchiha hissed as he sent electricity down the length of his blade into Mako’s chest muscles. He began to spasm.

“Stop!” Mako screamed in pain.

“It will stop when you answer!” he yelled back, losing control of his own emotions. He twisted the metal for emphasis.

“Sasuke, stop!” came a familiar voice and Sasuke’s dropped the blade in shock as Sakura threw her shoulder into him.

“I don’t have enough chakra to spare to heal any more wounds,” she reprimanded him as if she were talking to a patient.

Sasuke blinked in chastisement at the pink-haired woman standing whole before him. He instantly pulled her into his Susanoo, crushing her to his side as he extended the ribcage of the Susanoo to include her. He looked around warily as if he couldn’t quite believe there was no current threat to Sakura’s person. He finally spoke, both relief and annoyance edging his words. “You’re okay?! Where are the others?!”

“I’m fine!” she announced, face suddenly red in embarrassment at their close proximity. Sasuke didn’t notice it at first as he held her back at arm’s length to check her current state. His stomach dropped when he saw her dangling arms, blackened, charred, and bruised. One of them currently had a small halo of green around it and its color paled in comparison to the other.

“Who did this to you?” he rumbled lowly, flashing a red and purple glare back down at Mako, who whimpered pathetically from his wounds. Sakura pulled from his hand and moved in front of the Uchiha, cutting off his direction of blame.

“Not him,” she excused, and her defense thoroughly pissed Sasuke off. Whatever Mako’s role was in this, Sasuke was certain that he was to blame for all of it.

Sasuke did his best to swallow his murdering thirst, eyes landing back on her like a lifeline to his sanity. “Tell me what happened,” he ordered. It was the only words that he could force past his teeth.

“I will explain everything to you, but I need your help first.” She made to step away from him, but Sasuke prevented it. Careful not to aggravate her injuries by touching her arm, Sasuke grabbed her shirt on reflex instead, pulling her back into the safety of the Susanoo.

“It’s okay. We are safe.” she breathed, smiling at him for the first time since he had left her, which brought Sasuke back some soothing clarity of mind. “They are all incapacitated.”

Sasuke’s eyebrow shot up into his bangs. “All of them?”

“It’s insulting that you are surprised,” she nudged him with her shoulder, turning her shoulders to face Mako. She bent to medically assess his new stab wound.

“I wasn’t expecting,” he admitted, but then fell into silence at her targeted look. “I mean, I thought that you were drugged!”

“I am,” she announced, narrowing her eyes further. “But I don’t know how you know that.”

Sasuke cursed at his slip. He couldn’t tell her just yet about how he practically forced Isao to spill all the information earlier. Instead, he said half-truthfully, “I ran into the kid.”

“Isao?” Sakura’s face lit up. “He’s okay? He made it back?” She slumped into the sand at Mako’s side. She practically deflated as her concern for the boy evaporated. “Bless that child.”

Sasuke had to agree. If it weren’t for him, Sasuke wouldn’t have been able to find his teammate this quickly. Even though Sakura hadn’t really needed his help after all. How strange that felt for Sasuke, to not be needed in the ways that he had once been. It was an unexpected jolt to his mindset toward Sakura. She had proved her strength repeatedly to him and he continued to see her as someone to protect.

Before he could even offer an apology, Sakura motioned toward Mako’s body. “My arms are a little preoccupied at the moment. Do you mind flipping him?”

Sasuke’s thoughts instantly darkened at the mention of both her arms and Mako. “What for?”

“I need to look at his back. See how deep the wound is.”

“He doesn’t deserve your help,” he replied instantly, wishing for the ninja to suffer in the same ways he had made his friend.

“I remember a time when you didn’t either,” Sakura replied with a smiling voice, “but I helped you back then, too. Now flip him.”

Sasuke scoffed at her statement, stooped, and flipped the ninja on his stomach. Mako let out a pained groan and Sakura “tsked” at his blatant carelessness. He kneeled beside her, ready to be her hands despite how much he hated the thought of her trying to help him.

“It’s not as deep as I thought. Hold his flesh together,” she ordered and Sasuke did so as she summoned a small stream of chakra to the gray fingertips of her semi-healed hand. The small amount did not last long, but it was enough. Just enough to stop the bleeding.

“Why are you helping me?” Mako asked faintly into the sand, and Sasuke immediately responded for her.

“You don’t need to know, so just shut your mouth so I don’t have to hear your voice.”

Sakura nudged him for his harsh words. “You sure have a lot to say today.” And Sasuke blinked at her again in surprise. She was right; he was talking a lot…for him. He responded with another scoff.

Sakura answered Mako’s question despite Sasuke’s threat. “You believe in war. I believe in peace. We are stronger united than when we are divided. This is how I create peace.”

Sasuke wasn’t following entirely, but he knew that Sakura was referencing words that had been exchanged between them, and Sasuke recognized them as the poison from a mindset consumed in darkness.

Standing again, Sakura said, “The hard part is going to be getting them all back to Sunagakure.”

“What do you mean?” Sasuke asked.

“They’re drugged. Not all of them are dead. They’ll wake soon,” she clarified for him.

Sasuke didn’t even think before saying, “I can remedy that.”

She ignored him, continuing, “We might have to make a couple trips. How many can you carry?”

Sasuke didn’t even respond to that ridiculous notion. Instead, he activated his Rinnegan once more, feeding it with the chakra from the chakra pill. A spiral appeared before them, revealing the central red-dune dimension. Sakura didn’t even have time to protest before Sasuke was throwing Mako’s limp body inside the hole.

“What are you doing?” Sakura asked, confused and stunned by his actions.

“They can remain in this dimension until we make it back to Suna. They can’t flee inside. They have nowhere to go.”

Sakura nodded in understanding. “Good idea!” she praised him, obviously relieved she wasn’t going to have to try to carry anyone with her arms practically useless.

“I’ll take you to the others.”

A female kunoichi Sakura called Hisa was the second to be transported to Kaguya’s center dimension. Then a different sort of being Sasuke considered warily. He didn’t look to be human. Sakura explained that he had been the most dangerous of them all. Sakura believed him to be the ringleader, though she wasn’t sure how many group members he truly led. It was still a confusing web of connections.

Sakura left out the fact that this ninja must be the one to have damaged her arms, but no good would come from Sasuke demanding that she confirm that for him. The Uchiha made a mental note of it as he tossed the unconscious ninja inside, already contemplating on ways to make him talk.

“Is that all?” he asked.

“One more,” she replied, and she led Sasuke toward a small adobe house that he hadn’t noticed before. It was alone in the desert, one wall completely destroyed, revealing the building’s stark clay interior.

Just before they reached the ruins, Sakura stopped when they approached the body of a large man. Sasuke was surprised to find this man not just unconscious; he was dead.

“He hurt Isao,” she defended automatically, ashamed that death had been necessary.

But Sasuke didn’t need an explanation from her. If she wouldn’t have, Saskue was pretty sure that he would have killed him. “Let the sand have him,” he declared, but Sakura shook her head.

“He belongs with them. They must be able to bury and grieve to find peace. We don’t want to give them cause for any further resentment.”

Sasuke wanted to say “you can’t be serious,” but he didn’t feel like arguing, because no matter what Sasuke could come up with to say next, Sakura would still be right in the end. She had a bigger vision in mind that Sasuke couldn’t quite connect sometimes. He just knew that he would always trust her to do the right thing, even if it wasn’t sensible, or in most cases, not what Sasuke would have done.

“Fine,” he declared, opening the portal once more. His breathing became labored as he pushed the effects of the chakra pill. Like with the others, Sasuke dragged the man’s body into the portal.

Sasuke also stepped through, leaving the gateway open between realms. He directed his attention to Mako, ice already coating his next words.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t wander too far from this spot. The dimension is endless and not of our world. You will only lose yourself and die in this place.”

Mako swallowed deeply in fear as he watched Sasuke’s form from his stomach.

“On second thought,” Sasuke sneered under his breath. “Feel free.” The portal closed behind the Uchiha as he exited. He would deal with all of them later, he thought. He needed to get Sakura back to Sunagakure first.

………………………………

Sakura couldn’t help but whimper when her left arm wasn’t responding as quickly to her healing chakra. Her right hand—the very same one she had shoved into Mako’s mouth to keep him from screaming—had almost fully recovered as the medicine suppressing her chakra began to wear off and her healing abilities returned to her. Her left hand, however, was at first very numb, which Sakura knew was a very bad sign. But the longer she worked at healing, the more the pain began to intensify. It was almost unbearable, but Sakura was ultimately relieved at the burning sensation that indicated life. Sakura considered the differences between the two hands and all she could conclude was that distance must have had something to do with it since her right hand had a grabbed the blackened sword at his feet and her left had been near his face when she plunged the needle in his neck.

Sasuke supported her as they walked back to the Sand Village, though he suddenly seemed to her like he was the one that needed supporting. He stumbled in the sand and Sakura removed her good arm from his shoulders.

“I’m good. But are you okay?” she asked, noticing his strenuous breathing for the first time.

“Yes,” he fibbed, and Sakura knew it was a lie the minute he clutched his head to support it.

Redirecting her chakra back to her healed hand, Sakura immediately sought out Sasuke’s brow with her fingertips. He moaned with relief as green chakra lighted over it, but he instantly pushed her hand away. “Heal yourself.”

“What happened?” she responded, ignoring his demand. She found his forehead again. “There’s nothing I can do if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”

“I took two chakra pills. I’ll be fine though. I just need rest.” He removed her hand again.

Sakura inhaled sharply at the confession. “Why did you do that?”

“I had already depleted my chakra reserves when I found out you weren’t in the village. I panicked.”

“Overdosing on chakra pills is one thing,” she scolded, “but using them recklessly to overexert your Rinnegan is another. No matter how much chakra you have, you have limits with the Rinnegan.”

“It was my only choice,” he defended sharply, obviously masking his embarrassment with annoyance.

Sakura placed her glowing palm over his eyes, now certain of the source of his discomfort. Sasuke made to move her hand away once more, but she fussed like a mother when he tried. “Let me have my way, or we’ll be here longer.”

Sasuke released a small laugh that sounded like another scoff. Only Team 7 could tell the difference between Sasuke’s derisiveness and his sense of humor. Sakura couldn’t believe he had the energy to laugh. But then something changed in the air around them and Sasuke grew very serious as he inhaled—the type of inhale someone made before having something important to say.

Sasuke finally managed to grab her fingers and he tugged them away after Sakura was satisfied with his treatment. But he didn’t let go. Instead, he held them for a moment that suggested tenderness. It was different from how their hands had brushed so many times before, like how they rested them against each other as they watched Suna’s desert sunset. This time, it was more like how Sasuke had held her hand between them in the medicine preparation room.

Finally working up the courage, Sasuke looked down at her feet and said, “I’m sorry.”

Sakura stared at the firm hold his fingers had on hers in wonder. And the truly amazing part was that he stillwasn’t letting go. “For what?” she whispered, not knowing what else to say for fear of him moving away.

“For leaving you behind in Suna. For leaving in anger. For not being there and letting this happen.”

Sakura didn’t let him continue. “Sasuke,” she began, catching his guilty eyes with her own. “You don’t have to worry about me anymore. I hope I have proved that to you, today. Please don’t burden yourself with worry for me. I can carry my own burdens and some. You already have the weight of the world on your shoulders.”

Sasuke searched her eyes with his. Sakura knew this was a rare occasion. Not many people would see the Uchiha open, unguarded, with care etched in every feature of his expression.

“I’ve been thinking,” he said suddenly, still holding her fingers tightly, and Sakura felt the whole world suddenly still around them. Even the desert wind seemed to stop. Was this the Sasuke she had always known was inside, no matter how roughly he displayed himself to the world?

“I’m sorry for what happened,” Sakura interrupted, afraid for another impending denial of her feelings. She knew what was coming and she didn’t want this small moment to end. “I won’t do that again.”

He paused and Sakura wondered if he was unsettled by the open acknowledgement of her stollen kiss.

He sighed and Sakura’s stomach dropped. She felt him hesitate, saw it in his face. But he resolved himself, declaring, “I came to a conclusion while I was away, and I have to say this while I have the nerve.”

Sakura nodded, ready for disappointment. She was more afraid of what he would say next than she had ever felt going toe-to-toe with her enemies just moments ago.

“Can it be enough for us to care for one another?” he asked, desperation cloaked with mock annoyance on his breath. “Can it just be enough for us to be friends as long as we are in each other’s lives sometimes? Can it be enough for us to be united in the same goal?”

Sakura’s heart sank and unhappiness hit her like the wave she was expecting. Tears threatened to brim her eyelids, but Sakura swallowed them down. Would he ever not be this thickheaded and stubborn? Would he ever let them be what they could be? Whether or not Sakura was simply high on victory or if she was genuinely losing her meekness in Sasuke’s presence, Sakura wasn’t sure.

She removed her hand from his. “Is it enough for you?” she finally asked, taking a step away from him. But he caught her fingers again, pulling her back gently to face him.

“Is that a no?” he asked emotionlessly, but Sakura saw the struggle in his eyes.

“When the answer becomes ‘yes’ for you, I will accept it as mine as well.” She pulled away, firmly this time. He couldn’t respond. Sakura knew why: he wanted to put this on her; he was always putting it back on her, afraid “because of her,” hesitant “because of her.” These were his excuses, but Sakura wouldn’t give him an out this time. It was his turn to choose.

They both knew that it was far too late for Sasuke to pretend he didn’t love her in the same way that Sakura loved him. But Sakura had learned that people love in many ways and not all people wanted to express that love romantically. Kissing Sasuke had been a mistake. She hated to call it that, but it was the truth of it. She didn’t want to steal from him what he wasn’t ready to give—what he wasn’t at peace with. It was his turn; he now knew where she stood.

………………………………..

When they finally made it back to the Hidden Sand Village, Kankuro was there to intercept them just as Sasuke had expected he would. The puppet-wielding ninja was beside himself with worry at seeing Sakura’s injuries, insisting that Sakura promptly return to the hospital. Sakura had insisted she tend to her own wounds back in their lodgings so she could rest. She immediately requested to see Isao, but Kankuro insisted she get some rest first.

It wasn’t until Sasuke insisted that he have an audience with him and Gaara, that he left Sakura to her own desires. As they parted, Sasuke tried to say something or grab her eyes with his, but she didn’t look at him. Not even once. And Sasuke ran his hand exhaustedly through his hair. He couldn’t think about them right now. A conference with the Kazekage would be the perfect distraction.

Gaara, miraculously, had returned before he and Sakura had, and Sasuke wondered just how fast news could travel. Sasuke privately joked with himself that the desert shared its secrets with the Kazekage. The wind and sand must speak to him if he found out things so quickly. It was a hypothesis that could explain a lot at least.

Sasuke shook his head as he followed Kankuro into the Kazekage’s office. He must be getting delirious from the effects of the chakra pills.

“Sasuke,” came Gaara’s raspy acknowledgement when the Uchiha stepped into the room. Gaara was surprisingly alone, which relieved Sasuke. He thought he would have to face Gaara with the “support” of his council. It would be easier to speak of recent events if only Gaara and Kankuro were present.

Sasuke nodded respectfully despite his feelings of resentment toward the two men at the moment for having let Sakura be kidnapped under their watch. As a ninja that was a part of this unpredictable shinobi world, Sasuke knew his anger was unjustified, but he wanted to be mad at anyone and everyone right now. 99% of his own anger was directed at himself, because Sasuke knew that he was more responsible for what happened than the Kazekage and his brother were. The Kazekage had been trying to be proactive and prevent something like this from happening. It just didn’t turn out that way.

The Kazekage seemed to share Sasuke concern for discreetness, because he cloaked the room in sand as he had done the first day of Sasuke arrival. It filled every crevice, thickening to soundproof the room.

Sasuke opened the portal into Kaguya’s central dimension without further delay. He walked into the vortex, not surprised the group remained exactly where he had left them. The only difference was that they were conscious, a fact that slightly irked the Uchiha.

One by one, he grabbed each ninja, tossing them forward into the Kazekage’s domain. Hisa clutched at her dead counterpart, holding onto the deceased brute. Sasuke found grim satisfaction in Mako’s subdued, yielding persona. Being present before the Kazekage was far more terrifying than being stuck in a desolate dimension.

But the individual that held both Sasuke and the Kazekage’s attention was the wraith-like individual that bled darkness from a small spot on his neck. It was his only injury.

Gaara carefully considered him, crossing his arms and surveying him emotionlessly as he did most enemies that he regarded.

Darkness suddenly began to ooze from the man’s eye sockets and Sasuke’s temper suddenly flared. He looked to Gaara, and the ninja nodded his permission.

“Only demons don’t seem to know when they’re in the presence of other demons. Shall I show you hell?”

Sasuke’s eye suddenly began to bleed as he formed the tiger seal for fire release. “Amaterasu!”

The black flames clung to the phantom, incinerating what Sasuke realized was dark masses of sinewing, vaporized flesh. The phantom hissed. Then screamed, then began to plead for mercy. Hisa began to cry and Mako turned his face away from their leader.

Gaara came up beside Sasuke to speak to the wraith as he writhed. Sasuke released the Amaterasu and the flames receded.

The Kazekage crouched, an arm on his knee. “From one demon to another, I urge you to leave your shadows behind in hell and step out into the light. Only demons desire war. And war breeds more demons.”

Sasuke clutched his eye in silent suffering, and Gaara dismissed him. “I’ll handle the rest. I’ll let you know what we find out.”

Sasuke nodded, not waiting for any further excuses to depart. He had delivered them into the Kazekage’s care. But what those ninja didn’t know was that Sakura’s mercy held Sasuke more confined than it did the Kazekage, a demon just as he had said, whose territory had been breached.

……………………

Sakura was finishing binding her tender left hand in medical bandaging, using up the last of her burn solvent that she had created at Suna’s hospital, when Sasuke walked in.

He opened the door, caught her eyes with his, and tried to hide the bloody track down his face from her with his hand. She was on her feet instantly, pulling him to the bed that he had staked his claim on.

She felt his forehead and it was hot, too hot. He had done it this time. She sighed, summoning the small reserve of chakra behind the diamond mark on her forehead.

She expected Sasuke to scold her for using what little she had left on him, but he didn’t seem to notice in his extreme exhaustion. “Thank you,” he whispered, and Sakura retreated to fetch water for him.

He gulped it greedily and Sakura helped him shrug out of his outer layer of clothing. Sand fell from his hair and clothes in the same way hers had earlier. “I’m better now,” he whispered, the first words spoken between them since their disagreement in the desert.

Sakura nodded, making to move away, but he grabbed her hand for the third time that day.

“Don’t be angry,” he begged, his exhaustion making him suddenly careless to conceal his true intentions with fake displeasure and irritation.

“Why do you think I am angry?” she asked emotionlessly.

“I just want what’s best for you. I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered in defeat. This side of Sasuke startled Sakura. He was becoming more undefended, open with emotions in a way she had never seen him before. Was it because he didn’t have anything to hide anymore? Was he past his denials and his pretending?

“I know,” she squeezed his hand back. “But your concerns are groundless.”

“Tell me how,” he pleaded.

She sat beside him on his bed, and he tilted his ear to her, never removing his hand from hers. She took a breath and told him the truth. Told him everything he needed to know. “I do not love you sacrificially, Sasuke. I do not choose you knowing that my life or happiness could be forfeit by doing so. I choose you because I can keep up with you. Because something like your absence wouldn’t be enough to determine my permanent happiness. I will choose to go on, content with only the thought that I know you are out there somewhere loving me if that is all that I have in the moment.”

She took a breath and continued before he could respond. “I am strong enough to handle whatever comes my way as a result of loving you. And I have absolutely no doubts in my feelings, my happiness, and what I am willing to compromise to be with the person I love most.”

Sakura reached tenderly to turn his face to hers and their eyes met. She touched his forehead in the same way he had done to her many times before. “That person is you,” she reassured him, offering him a sincere smile as she removed her hand from his forehead.

Then Sasuke leaned forward. Very close to her, and Sakura bit her lip to keep from reaching for his with her own. “Is all of that true?” he requested again, suddenly breathless. And Sakura knew later that it was just to be sure before what came next.

“Yes,” she breathed. And she didn’t have to reach for him, because he was suddenly reaching for her. His hand found her chin and Sakura waited for his choice. She waited for him to move. And he did.

“Then my answer is no; it’s not enough for me either.” When his lips carefully parted her own, Sakura knew without a doubt that he had decided to find some way possible for them, a path where he could choose her, too.

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Hisa

This is a choice from The Manager Awaited story. If you reach this point by choosing the I'll try and find Hisa option, then proceed below.

One Last Day

I asked every single person I found about Hisa’s whereabouts. Well, maybe I already knew where he was. I just wanted to make sure.

Like I predicted, Hisa was taking his smoke break outside the front door.

I stood in his shadow, his silhouette stirred the nostalgic feelings inside of me. No wonder, this was the very place I met him the first time. Without my permission, tears started falling down from my eyes.

My sobbing made Hisa turn around. “Kai?”

His voice broke me down and I wailed. Hisa looked confused at first, but he let me cry to my heart’s content. I was very grateful for that. He waited until I finished crying before asking, “Feeling better now?”

I wiped my eyes and joked, “I will if you hug me.”

He was supposed to laugh it off, so I was shocked when I found his hands wrapped around me. My nose was filled with the smell of tobacco. Weirdly enough, it really calmed my nerves and I relaxed in his embrace.

Silence surrounded us for a while, before his embrace tightened and Hisa whispered, “I’m sorry.”

I blinked and pushed him softly. “Why are you sorry? You’ve done nothing wrong,” I shook my head. “I just needed time to process things.”

“So, how is it going?” Hisa’s voice sounded hesitant.

I closed my eyes and smiled, “What's done is done. My time is up. I should accept it as it is.”

Hisa responded with silence.

“In fact,” I opened my eyes, “I’m grateful I got the chance to check into this hotel. I got to meet everyone,” I searched for his eyes before continuing, “and I got to meet you.”

Finally, a smile on Hisa’s face. He’s really handsome when he smiled. “Kai,” he said, “What do you want to do now?”

I took his question. “Well, if I can do anything, I want to spend a day with you. One full day.”

Hisa’s eyes widened. He probably didn't think it would relate to himself. “Let me ask the Manager.” He replied with a firm tone.

I know there’s sparkles in my eyes when he said that.

. . . and when he showed up at my door without his uniform. “Come!” My voice sounded so cheerful when I pulled him inside.

I couldn't sleep a wink last night. My brain was thinking without stopping of what we’re going to do today. I prepared my instant camera to capture every single memory I would make that day. It was so wonderful! I never thought I could feel that joyful before, even in my real life.

TRUE ENDING: The Lasting Memories

By the end of the day, Hisa and I lay down on my bed, tired but full of joy and happiness. I checked the photos I captured. I made sure to print out two for each picture. I separate them in two bundles, one for me and one for Hisa.

I stretched my hands out, “Well, I think it’s time for me to get going.”

Hisa grabbed my hand and I turned to him. “Kai,” he said, “Will you bring those photos with you?”

I nodded with a smile and started putting my rings off. “And I will leave these behind.” I brought my palms together and bowed to the rings, “Thank you for all this time.”

Hisa watched as I thanked my rings, then we both walked to the lobby. I checked out properly and gave thanks to the staff members. Particularly the Manager for giving Hisa one full day off for me.

I waved goodbye with my bundle of photos in my hands. Before I left, I gave Hisa his bundle of photos. He didn't know I wrote something at the back of each one, let it be a surprise for him. I left the hotel with my heart full.

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Niki replied to hisa!

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The End Is Where We Begin (7/?)

“Director Danvers, we have a situation.” Alex faltered on her way into the DEO, startled by three agents heading toward her. “What’s going on?” “A meteor crash in the Pacific.” The agent in the middle said hurriedly as Alex walked past him. He hastened to follow, looking down at the tablet he was clutching. “We’ve detected high energy levels emanating from the crash site.” Alex sighed in response. Her day just seemed to keep getting worse. “Put together a team and let me know when you have eyes on the situation. I’ll be interrogating our new prisoner.” “Yes, Director.” Alex continued on her way, moving quickly down the hallway with her teeth clenched. She didn’t know how she’d managed to lose a prisoner, how she’d employed yet another traitor but she was going to get to the bottom of it. She let herself into the next room, letting the door swing closed behind her. Walking past the mostly vacated cells she came to a stop in front of an occupied cell. “Let me get this straight. You not only willingly released a prisoner, you then locked yourself up right after?”

Raven looked up in surprise, his brow furrowing at the sight of the director standing in front of his cell. “I knew there was no point in running. Besides, I wanted to stay behind to plead my sister’s case. She couldn’t stay to argue for herself.” “That’s who Hisa is to you? Your sister?” “Yes.” Alex stared at the dark-haired man long and hard for a moment before shaking her head in disbelief. “And why couldn’t she stay to argue her case for herself?” “She has to save our younger sister, Itsuki.” Raven stood up from the hard bed he’d been sitting on and paced across the cell. “She’s not one of the bad guys. We just want to protect our family. You have a sister, don’t you? You should understand.” “Are you threatening me?” Alex stepped close to the barrier separating the two of them, anger flickering in her eyes. “Of course not.” Raven backed away, raising his hands in surrender. “I just want you to understand why we’re doing what we’re doing. We’re not intentionally working against you.” Alex watched him closely for any sign that he wasn’t being sincere but found none. “Where did your sister get kryptonite?” “She doesn’t have kryptonite. She didn’t even know the woman she works for had it until they fought Supergirl and Dreamer….speaking of which, can you tell Dreamer I’m sorry about knocking her out? I tried to make it as painless as possible.” Raven sank down onto the bed once more, figuring it wouldn’t be a good idea to get too close to Alex. Alex ignored him. “Who is Hisa working for?” “A woman who has it out for Supergirl. She calls herself Banshee.” Raven paused, noticing a flicker of recognition cross Alex’s face. “You know her?” “You could say that.” Alex rubbed the back of her neck. She couldn’t help but wonder what else could possibly go wrong today. They already had so many issues to contend with. “How is she linked to Lena Luthor?” “Lena Luthor?” It was Raven’s turn to sound confused. “She’s not. My sister knows both of them, that’s the only connection there. Banshee is the person who’s holding Itsuki and that’s why Hisa is working for her. It’s not what you think though, she’s also working with someone else to take Banshee down.” “Lena?” Raven shrugged his shoulders. “She hasn’t told me and I haven’t asked. I’ve told you everything I know.” Alex nodded reluctantly. She believed him. “I appreciate your cooperation though you should know that what you’ve told me won’t keep us from looking for your sister.” “Right.” Raven smiled, shuffling backwards so he was sitting with his back against the wall. “But you’ll have to catch her first. She won’t fall for the same trick twice.” “Good things I have more tricks up my sleeve.” Alex quipped before she turned to walk away. She hesitated as her prisoner called after her. “Alex?” “Director Danvers.” Alex corrected, turning on her heel. “About Dreamer…?” “I’ll pass your message on. If I remember.” Alex turned and walked away, shaking her head. “Thank you!” ---- Kara lifted her hand, hesitating for a moment before she knocked briskly on the door in front of her. As she waited for a response, her eyes darted toward the empty reception desk. She was grateful Lena’s assistant wasn’t there to keep her from passing at least. The security guards had been alarmingly easy to get by. “Lena?” Kara called out softly when nobody appeared at the door or called for her to come in. “Are you in there? I’m here for our...appointment.” She grimaced as the words left her lips. Appointment sounded so formal but she supposed that would be what Lena wanted now. Formality and nothing else. If she even still wanted to help her. “Lena?” No answer. Kara glanced briefly over her shoulder before she carefully turned the handle to Lena’s office. Finding it unlocked, she let herself in and paused at seeing Lena sitting at her desk. She closed the door behind her and took a quiet step closer to the desk, noticing that Lena’s eyes were closed, her head braced on the heel of her hand while her elbow rested against the desk. Kara listened closely as she silently approached. The sound of Lena’s breathing let her know that the CEO was sleeping soundly and a small smile graced Kara’s lips. She paused, allowing herself a couple of seconds to watch before she turned and slowly started to walk away. Their meeting could wait. Her hand was on the door handle when a voice sounded from behind her. “Kara?” Kara froze, her heart sinking with guilt. She turned to find Lena was awake and sitting up straight in her chair. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I wasn’t sure if our meeting was still on after...well what happened last night.” “I was just resting my eyes.” Lena lied, clearing her throat afterwards. “Our meeting. Right, of course. Let’s do that.” Kara stared at Lena in concern. “It’s fine, it can wait. You’ve been so busy lately, you deserve to take some time to yourself.” “Kara, sit down.” Lena stood up and walked around the desk, gesturing to the couch on the other side of the office. “I’m not busy.” Kara did as she was instructed, walking to the couch. She sat down, fiddling with her sleeve. She looked up as Lena sat down next to her. “Before we start, I wanted to apologise for last night. It didn’t happen the way I wanted it to but Alex is doing her job and technically I work for her. I’m not saying I don’t support her decision to arrest your friend because I do but I know it couldn’t have been easy to watch. Trust me, I know what it’s like to watch someone you care about being treated like a...” She paused, taking a breath as Lena slowly nodded. “Well you know. I’m rambling. I’m sorry, I-I didn’t really expect to get this far if I’m honest. Usually at this point you’ve already told me to get out three times. Not that I blame you!” Lena sighed and looked down at her lap. “Maybe you should.” “Huh?” “I wanted to apologise too.” Lena said, her brow furrowing. She didn’t look up, not wanting to see surprise cross Kara’s face like she knew it would. “I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did last night. I was just angry in the heat of the moment. I understand that you didn’t have a choice in the matter of taking Hisa in. I’m not saying I don’t disagree with it. You know that I do. But this is your job.” “Right.” Kara agreed softly, uncertain if Lena was still angry with her. “For what it’s worth, Alex will do everything she can to help her with finding her sister. I don’t doubt that for a second. She’ll do the right thing, she always does.” “I hope you’re right about that.” Lena replied quietly. She cleared her throat and finally looked up to meet Kara’s eyes. “I’m working on a theory so we can avoid what you’ve seen in your vision. If I’m right, we should be able to safely remove the antimatter wave as it approaches the earth. With your help of course.” “Really?” Kara felt her heart leap at the suggestion. “How?” “It’s just a theory at the moment.” Lena warned as Kara leaned forward slightly. “But I think if I fashion a Quadruple-Loffe configuration I can create an electromagnetic trap of sorts. Incorporating a vacuum may help to get the antimatter inside of the trap but I need to figure out-” Lena was cut off as Kara leaned forward and hugged her tightly without warning. “It’s not a guarantee. I still need to find an energy source powerful enough, not to mention materials resilient enough to withstand that kind of heat.” “I know, I’m sorry.” Kara guiltily drew back. “It’s just...there’s hope. I really needed this.” Lena mustered a small smile but before she had a chance to say anything, Kara’s phone started to ring and the reporter quickly fished it out of her bag. “Sorry, it’s Alex.” Kara apologised before answering. “Hey, Alex. What’s going on?” Lena stood and walked across her office to give Kara a moment to speak to her sister. She sat back down in her seat, her eyes darting over the plans on her desk. She worried that she had given Kara too much hope. There was so much to do, so many things they’d need to collect before she even started to construct the trap. Not to mention, that it was only theoretical. “What do you mean, she got out?” Kara’s words caught Lena’s attention and she looked up to see Kara furtively glance at her. She raised a questioning eyebrow. “She’s with me but...yeah. Yeah, I-I’ll ask her.” Kara sounded reluctant. “I’ll call you back if I find anything out. Bye.” “Has something happened?” Lena asked as Kara hung up the phone and walked toward her desk, fidgeting nervously. “Is it about Hisa?” “Yeah. She escaped this morning.” Lena watched as Kara bit her lip. “I didn’t have anything to do with it. That’s what you wanted to ask me, isn’t it? Not that I’m unhappy about her escape but I haven’t seen her since Alex arrested her. If you need evidence of my whereabouts during the breakout, I can give you access to my surveillance equipment. Though I’d hope it doesn’t come to that.” “Of course not, I believe you.” Kara said honestly, her shoulders slumping in release. “But if you hear from her can you…” She paused helplessly. “I don’t expect you to tell me if you see her. I know she’s your...friend. Just please be careful with her. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” Lena crossed her arms in front of her chest. “I’m not going to let that happen again.” “Yeah, I guess not.” Kara said quietly. Her gaze drifted away from Lena’s and a tense silence settled between the two of them. “I should probably go then.” Lena slowly nodded and stood back up. “Probably. I’ll call you if I need anything? I mean...I might need some things picked up for the device I’m trying to make.” “Of course. Anything you need. Thank you, again. I don’t think I’ve said that enough. I don’t think I could ever say it enough.” Kara said honestly, her chest tight. “It really means everything to me that you’re willing to help.” Lena shifted uncomfortably but tried not to let it show on her face. She didn’t want Kara to die. That had become increasingly clear to her the more she pondered the situation and tried to think about how to avoid Kara’s foreseen demise. She had wanted to tell herself that she wanted to keep Supergirl alive but it wasn’t just that. More importantly than Supergirl, she just wanted Kara to still be in the world. She couldn’t say that. “I’m happy to help. I really have to get back to w-” “Wait, wait. I’m sorry.” Kara grimaced at the rush of words from her mouth. “Just one more question and then I’ll let you get on with things.” She waited until Lena nodded for her to go ahead before she tentatively continued. “The other night, at the bar...you told Hisa you trust me. Did you mean that?” Lena mulled that over for a moment while Kara anxiously fidgeted. “I trust you’ll do the right thing for a person in need. I trust you as the protector of the city but as a friend? I really don’t know. It seems trivial in the face of everything that’s happening, I know, but I’m not sure I can move on from what happened. I can’t be your friend again. I’m not sure how. I don’t even know how to stop being angry with you.”

“It’s not trivial.” Kara replied quietly. “I understand. I’ll see you around, Lena.” Lena’s eyes flicked up as Kara turned to walk away from her. “I would like to try.” Her words caused the Kryptonian to freeze in her tracks. “And maybe someday…maybe it’ll be almost like it was before.” Kara clenched her jaw, her eyes misting over. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen. Anything.” “Come by tomorrow.” Lena slowly sat back down. “It couldn’t hurt to bounce my ideas off someone. If you’re free, of course.” “I’ll be free.” Kara’s voice broke and she quickly cleared her throat. “I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Lena let out a shuddering breath as Kara practically ran from the room, closing the door behind her. She closed her eyes, trying to calm the inner turmoil wracking her. As angry as she was with Kara, she couldn’t help but miss her friend. She wanted her back, she just didn’t know if that was possible. --- Lena froze as she stepped out of the elevator into her loft, her skin prickling as the cold temperature of her apartment washed over her. She shuddered, her eyes darting back and forth for what had caused the chill. It became clear as she stepped forward and noticed the door to the balcony was open. “It’s just me.” Lena whirled around, her hand already reaching for the signal watch in her pocket before she saw a glimpse of red hair. “Hisa?” Hisa shielded her eyes against the unexpected light as Lena flicked the switch up on the wall. “Sorry, I uh...dripped on your expensive looking carpet.” “You’re soaked.” Lena’s brow furrowed as she looked at the puddle at Hisa’s feet. “It’s not even raining. What happened? I thought you were locked up.” “I broke out. Their plans for me didn’t really match up to what I had in mind so…” Hisa shrugged her shoulders. Lena sighed and turned, walking out of the room. “Um…?” Hisa stared after Lena in confusion. “Okay, you’re mad. I get that. Supergirl is your friend or whatever and you vouched for me with her and now you’re probably getting a heap of backlash because of my impromptu exi-” She stopped as Lena reappeared, pushing a towel toward her. “Oh. I can’t take this, it’s too-” “Don’t say expensive.” Lena warned, briefly narrowing her eyes before she brushed past Hisa and went to the kitchen. “I believe you were in the middle of an apology?” “I was about done, actually.” Hisa followed Lena, quickly towel drying her hair to keep it from dripping. “I’m just sorry to be causing you so much trouble.” Lena shook her head in response as she set about making some coffee. “You wouldn’t have been in there if it hadn’t been for me.” “Well that’s true.” Hisa grinned as Lena looked at her in surprise. “It’s not your fault. It’s not even Supergirl’s fault, she’s just doing her job. I would have wanted to lock me up too but that doesn’t change the fact that I can’t be right now. When I find Itsuki and she’s safe, I’ll hand myself in. Supergirl can do what she wants with me then.” “Why are you here?” Lena sat down at the counter, staring at Hisa. “Supergirl already asked me if you’d made contact with me. This is going to be the first place they look for you, and if it’s as urgent as you say it is, you wouldn’t be wasting time in my apartment, would you?” Hisa was silent for a moment, her eyes darting to the ajar balcony door. “My contact’s gone AWOL and I need help. I need a way to nullify a sonic scream so I can save my sister. You’re the only person I trust now, you’re the only person who can help me.” “Fine, I’ll help you. But you owe me.” Lena said, slowly nodding her head. “And I should warn you, I’m going to call upon that favour soon.” “You know you could have just asked me instead of making it sound like a threat. I wouldn’t say no to helping you if you need it.” Hisa stretched out her hand to Lena. “Partners?” Lena felt her stomach sink uncomfortably as her mind drifted back to Kara. They had been partners at one point. She could only hope that she wasn’t making a mistake now. She couldn’t be friends with Kara again but she couldn’t let her die either. She’d do anything to stop that. She grasped Hisa’s hand, giving it a quick shake. “I’ll get you some spare clothes. Are you up for a night in my lab?” “I thought you’d never ask.” Hisa smirked, drawing a soft laugh from Lena. --- “What’s the situation?” Alex questioned as she stopped short of the two DEO agents, her eyes glancing upwards towards the large screen on the wall before she looked back at the two agents. “You said the Exploration Team found the meteor crash sight?”

“Yes, Director Danvers.” The first agent nodded quickly, glancing to the screen to her left in a state of panic. “We’ve been waiting for your order to investigate the crash but…”

“But what?” Alex frowned, turning to the nervous agent in confusion. It was rare to see an agent of the DEO worried about something such as a crashed meteor. “What’s wrong?”

“We’ve been detecting strange energy signatures coming from inside the meteor.” The agent answered before taking a deep breath, turning towards the director. “Director, We think something is alive inside of it.”

Alex nodded slowly, taking a moment to think about what she should do. She had no idea if whatever was inside of the meteor was hostile or not and she didn’t like putting her agents at risk. “Fall back, we’ll get J'onn to do a scan over it and see if he knows what’s inside.”

“Copy that, Director.” The second agent nodded and turned back to his screen, gently pressing against the side of his headset. “Seal Team Alpha, Orders are to return back to base asap.”

Alex frowned as she noticed the second agent's eyes widen despite his attempt to hide it, watching as he nodded nervously. “What is it?”

The second agent quickly turned at the Director’s question. “The meteor is opening.”

“What?!” Alex's breath shuddered as she struggled to think about what to do. She had considered calling Kara and asking for Supergirl’s help but considering how little her sister was telling her about what was going on with her she reconsidered. “Are we able to establish visual contact?”

“Yes, Director.” The first agent nodded quickly and immediately started to type on her keyboard, glancing up at the screen every couple of seconds. “Visual contact established.”

Alex frowned in confusion as her video feed appeared on the large screen. She could barely see anything outside of where the submarine’s lights were shining. Inside the light lay a large meteor the size of two large fully grown men resting at the bottom of the sea with a strange green light glowing from small cracks around the exterior. She had no idea why but every part of her was screaming danger. She hurried to speak to her team. “Seal Team Alpha, get away from there!”

“Yes, Dir...wait, WHAT IS THAT?!”

Alex froze in horror as a large hand the size of a large person’s head tore through the front of the submarine like it was made of tissue, the sounds of the agent’s agonizing screams echoed throughout the entire room until the video feed tuned black with the last thing Alex noticing was the water turning red with blood. Goosebumps crawled their way up her skin and suddenly she felt icy cold. “Wasn’t the...the Submarine lined with Nth metal?”

“Yes, Director.” The first agent nodded slowly, still in a state of shock. She had never seen or heard anything like what she just saw before in her entire life. It was like a horror movie. “The entire exterior was lined with a two inch thick Nth metal lining.”

Alex jumped as the video feed from the submarine flickered back to life, attracting the attention of every DEO agent in the room. The video was covered in a thick red hue, chunks of flesh and bones floating around with large shards of metal from the submarine around it. In the centre above the split open meteor floated a large shadow twice the size of a white martian tearing apart one of the agents, it’s detail impossible to pickout thanks to how dark it was. She gritted her teeth as the creature took off, swimming out of sight before the video cut out. “We need Supergirl.”

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TBC...

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