50 Reasons Why

Chapter Five

                  I placed her body down against the wall. Using my chakra, I had all the sand I took in with me to escape through the window. Fortunately, the storm's winds were facing in a separate direction which kept anymore sand from coming in.

I stared at her sandy face. She looked so relaxed, so calm. It was odd. Using my thumb, I wiped off some of the sand that stuck to her eyebrows. She didn't stir. I noticed the sand on her cheek and rubbed that off as well. My eyes widened. Her cheek was so soft... I don't think I have ever felt anything as soft since the teddy bear I carried around in my childhood days.

I kept my thumb on her cheek while I searched her face once more. To believe this blonde can go from the frustrated, loud kunoichi that stood in my office just yesterday, to a calm, heart speaking woman in a mere couple of hours. She was interesting indeed.

She thinks I'm worth something.

Only one person has saw that in me besides her. That same person who cried for my sorrows and cried once more for my death. She was alike him in so many ways. She saw me in a way Naruto did.

Reason twenty-nine: She sees right through me.

My hand fell down to my sides and I stood up slowly. I crossed over to the window and stared at the waves of sand that rolled through the sky. It was getting darker as the sun set. This is one nasty storm.

A cough distracted me. She's awake.

"What happened?" A very tired voice spoke and I looked over at her. She was rubbing her eyes but kept herself seated on the floor. It was hard to see her as the light from outside varied with each roll of wind. Her outfit appeared almost black and her hair looked grey.

"Sandstorm." I responded before turning my attention back to the outside storm. I heard an exhausted sigh.

"How long have I been out?" She asked, her voice sounded defeated. Why?

"A few minutes."

"Oh." She responded. I heard shuffling from her direction before silence took place once more.

I stared as a rock flew by. I hope Temari and Kankuro are inside.

"Where are we?"

"This use to be a shop." I responded.

"How long is this storm supposed to last?" She asked once more. Her voice was quiet compared to her usual tone. It was odd.

"I'm not sure." I stared once more. The storm didn't appear to lighten down. This storm seems to go on for miles. "By the looks of it, possibly a couple of hours."

"Damn it."

Damn it is right.

Time went by and she didn't say a word nor moved from her spot. She must be thinking deeply... what could Ino-san be thinking? I glanced over at her and her gaze was towards the floor. Her head rested on her knees. She looked... sad. Why? It made me feel... unpleasant.

"Something's troubling you." I stated and she perked up towards me.

"I don't think you want to hear it." She mumbled before placing her head back on her knees and reverting her gaze down once more.

What does one do in this position? She looked so troubled and in conflict... it reminded me of myself at a time. What does Temari say to do at a time like this? Comfort? Maybe she needs comforting...