The Healing Angel [Rewritten as Heaven's Regulations]

Chapter 9 ~ It Matters

Hello to my awesome readers! I hope you guys are all enjoying the story, and lots of love from me!

I'm really sorry about this, but I'm having a little bit of trouble with finding the Japanese pronunciation for some jutsu! I'm no good at Japanese, so I can't really compensate for it with my skill. There will also be my own added jutsu soon, so I'm really, really, really, sorry, but I can't do the Japense pronunciation for the jutsu anymore! They'll just be in English now. Sorry and thanks for your patience with me, readers!

Without further ado, let's go!

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          Rin closed the door and glanced at the figure beside her. She could feel the fear and anger rolling off of Sasori in deadly waves. Worry filled her eyes as she watched the redhead, hidden from the world in his puppet - emotions and all. He's trying so hard, she thought. He's trying so hard to keep it in; to be someone Haru-chan would appreciate and love.

"Sasori-san," she murmured quietly. There was sound of something bumping against the inside of wood.

"S-Sorry, what did you say?" the puppeteer asked timidly.

"It's okay if you want to let it out, Sasori-san. I'm not here to judge you, you know," Rin said softly. She lay her hand of the puppet's back, since it only went up to half of her height. "I won't let anything bad happen to you, okay? Don't worry." Sasori met her eyes in his puppet and nodded.

"Yeah. Thanks," he muttered. Rin could not hold in her chuckle, knowing that, beneath the mean-looking puppet Hiruko, there was a cute redhead who was blushing from saying a simple "thank you." 

"Let's go." Sasori nodded, and the two leapt off.

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"WAIT." Sasori, even in his puppet, tripped and fell.

"What?" he snapped.

"S-Sorry!"

"No, it's fine, I'm the one who's on edge. Sorry. What's wrong?"

"We're nearing Iwa." The puppeteer tensed. "I don't want to be recognized. Could you let me put on my mask?"

"When did you get one? Anyways, of course."

"Itachi-san gave me his old ANBU mask," Rin replied while she slid the smooth cat mask on. "Or I may have taken it," she added sheepishly.

"You sure they won't think that you're Itachi?"

"I got permission from him to take it... I just never thought I'd need it, so I refused at first. I took it earlier, before we left. It's the best we can do, right? I'm sure he would have been prepared for it anyways."

"Well, I guess so. Done?"

"Mmhmm."

"Okay, off we go."

"You can do it, Sasori-san!"

"Th-Thanks..."

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          "AKATSUKI!" Someone hollered as soon as Rin and Sasori dropped onto the bridge that led to the entrance of Iwagakure. Three ninja surrounded them and attacked. However, Rin noticed that there were very few shinobi behind the village gates - in fact, there were barely even any villagers. Why? she wondered. Locking eyes with Sasori for a split second, she found the same question lurking deep within his troubled orbs as well. Both Akatsuki members came to the mutual agreement to remain on defense and not to retaliate to the Iwa shinobi's attacks. After realizing this, the Iwa ninja grew confused.