The Wilting Moon Flower || Naruto Shippuden Fanfiction

Chapter 3: Old Faces, New Enemies!

Here's a picture of Deidara sitting on Gaara like he's some couch. Anyways I hope you enjoy the chapter.

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Chapter 3: Old Faces, New Enemies!

Tsuki POV
It's been hours since our completion of capturing Gaara, the one tailed beast. The bright rising sun is barely peaking at the horizon as it shoots the land with its rays of light. We were still in the desert since it takes longer to travel across sand. Behind us is are dummy trails, Sasori planted them so they fool whoever chases us, but that's the thing, it didn't fool them.

So now we're standing in front of Kankuro as the confused cat tries to take back his brother. Watching, I cross my hands over my chest as I see him reach for the giant scroll which is strapped to his back. Glaring at the make up wearing teen, I could see in my peripheral vision that Sasori slips his metal tail out of his cloak. He apparently knows that Kankuro is going to attack soon.

Ripping off the summoning scroll off, he unravels it as he makes a single hand sign. Clouds of white smoke engulf us just as Kankuro summons his puppets.

He has no chance.

I smirk at the boy's stupidity, thinking that a few puppets will defeat us, especially the master of all puppets.

"Let the puppet show begin," the over confident boy states.

"Great. Another person who uses those things," Deidara mutters under his breath, "I forgot that the Kazekage has older siblings and one is a puppet user. What's your name...Kampachi or something like that," the blonde asks sarcastically.

"It's Kankuro, you idiotic bimbo," I inform, insulting Deidara.

Kankuro then looks towards my direction, confused on how an Akatsuki member knows his name. Sighing at his dense knowledge, I lift my left arm and slide my sleeves down, showing him the scars that Gaara caused me. Recognition flashes through his features, allowing him to remember who I am.

"Tsuki? Your the girl who left the leaf village" he says.

I pull my sleeves down, not wanting to look at the series of scars that align my pale skin. "So what? If I am that girl, I'm here. now."

Looking back to Deidara as he stands on his clay made bird, I suddenly hear rattling coming towards us. Turning back, I see the animated ninja weapon fly towards Deidara and I, but my eyes widen in surprise when Sasori intercepts with his own controlled tail. The weapons clash against each other, metal and wood cling before Sasori throws the puppet to the side, rendering it useless. I watch as Kankuro looks at Sasori in surprise knowing that his attack did nothing.

"Your opponent is me. Both of you could leave, this is my fight," Sasori says to us.

Agreeing with his choices, I jump on the clay made bird along with my blonde teammate. Then once again the teen puppeteer launches an attack on us.

"No! You're not going anywhere," Kankuro exclaims at us as he steers a puppet in our direction.

But history repeats itself as Sasori uses his tail to block his attack, "I said that I'm your opponent."

Taking that as our sign to go, Deidara maneuvers his 'art' to leave the area.

The trip is quiet as we travel above the sand covered desert. Finally to my relief the hot and grainy atmosphere comes to an end as we reach a nice shaded area in the forest. Getting off the bird, I sit on a fallen tree as a substitute for a chair.