The Suna Festival.

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"The Suna Festival?" Hana asked Kankuro with a questionable look. He just chuckled at her and nodded, walking from the Kazekage's office to the house part.

"It's this festival that we have every year. It's really nice. We should go later. I mean, if you want to." Kankuro scratched the back of his head as him and Hana both moved to the couch.

Hana quickly nodded as she laid there to relax. At the academy today, she was showing the students how to properly aim and throw kunais and shurikens. She had a few cuts on her arms but nothing bad. She left out a small sigh before looking at Kankuro.

He looked back at her as both of their cheeks went pink. Hana slowly began to think. Was she falling for the puppet master? There was no way, he was the complete opposite of her. She shook her head softly before getting up and heading towards her room. She moved to sit at her desk, looking at a picture she had hanging on the wall in front of her.

It was taken the day she had Lord Hokage take her, Meiko and Taro in as his students. She smiled was she looked over the picture, gently rubbing her fingers of the picture. A sigh escaped her lips as she reached to the shelf above her desk and grabbed a book. The book she had was a photo album. Through the pages were pictures of her friends from Konoha and pictures with her and the Sand Siblings. She last picture in the book was her, Sasuke, and Itachi. She looked over the picture with a small sigh.

She missed them both dearly. She looked at Itachi who just stared blankly and then at Sasuke. He was smiling wide along with his sister. She missed seeing that smile. Her eyes slowly began to tear up as she quickly shut the book. She placed it back on the shelf and went to change. Hana threw her flak jacket on the back of her chair, going without it for a day. She wore her usual tight ninja pants that went just below her knees, the fishnet shirt and her dark blue crop top, only on this top it has the Uchiha clan sign on the left sleeve instead of the back. She fixed her hair in the mirror, throwing all of it up into a long ponytail before leaving her room.

She noticed Kankuro wasn't in the living room anymore. She groaned and walked back towards the hall and knocked on his door. Rustling came from inside the room before the door opened. Kankuro was sitting at his work desk as Hana looked confused on how he opened the door. Oh, his chakra strings. Right. She moved to sit on his bed as he was tampering with another puppet. She noticed it to be Crow.

"What happened to Crow?" Hana watched him before he slowly turned to her.

"I was practicing with him the other day and when I smacked him up against the tree, his arm fell off. I went to attach it again and it wouldnt work. So now I'm trying to fix it." He said before going back to work.

Hana walked over to him and grabbed Crow's arm off the table. She was careful because the last time she touched Crow, she got cut by the blade in wrist. SHe looked at the end of it and began looking around. Kankuro looked at her amused, like she somehow could fix it. Then, she looked at Crow's body, looking into the spot his arm should go. Smirking, she grabbed a few tools and pulled out the ball joint that seemed to have been cracked.

"Well, looks like this is the problem." She smirked at the male and tossed it softly at him.

"I didn't even think that this split. Then again, these puppets are sort of old.. thanks.." he mumbled as Hana placed down Crow. She looked at the other side of the room where two other puppets were. They both look like they have been worked on, Hana smiling softly at them. Next to them seemed to be part of a puppet he was currently working on. Hana moved her hand over it.

"What type of puppet is this going to be?" Hana asked before turning to face Kankuro.

"It's going to be like Crow. More blades and senbons though.." Kankuro answered before looking at the time. "Come on. The festival should be starting. We should go before it gets too crowded."

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