Daddy's Little Monster

Unlikely friends

I feel so horrible it has been so long. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

~Sakura age nine, Mist~

Sakura had taken to writing letters to Gaara, about anything and everything she could. She learned, after a day she could hardly remember, that the chakra connection she had with Gaara had been severed for a reason her dad wouldn't tell her. As she fiddled with the pen in her hand she absently touched her right eye she could no longer see out of. With a sigh as her fingers met with cloth she set the pen down and stood up. Her father was out and she was yet again left in the hotel room for the day. 

Looking around the dull room she decided she needed to go out for some fresh air. Maybe that would help her think of what to tell Gaara in her next letter. Strapping on her weapons pouch and pulling on her cloak she walked toward the door. She never understood why ninja didn't just be normal and use doors instead of windows. Rolling her eyes at that train of thought she walked out the door of the hotel and onto the street. Looking around curiously as people created a path for a group of swordsmen that walked down it. Eyeing the interesting weapons strapped to their backs Sakura shrugged and began walking across the street going straight in front of the group. People eyed her strangely but she chalked it up to them looking at her hair.

"You wanna watch where you're going brat?" One of the men sneered as she walked past him. She glanced at him and looked forward, rolling her eye. They may have looked intimidating with the large weapons strapped to their backs and waists, but she could tell that they probably had no idea how to fight with them. "Did you just roll your fucking eyes at me?" His hand grasped her shoulder and her hand twitched towards her weapons pouch.

"Come on, it's just a brat, leave it." The man seemed to ignore his friend as he tried to pull him away.

"You going to answer me, brat?" Sakura sighed audibly and turned to look up at the man.

"Why should I, you're hardly worth my time." One of the men laughed as the man before her bristled in anger.

"You stupid brat, why don't I teach you some goddamn manners." The small crowd around them looked as if they wanted to help, but fear seemed to overtake that desire. The man went to grab Sakura's wrist and let out a scream when his hand disconnected from his forearm. He cradled his bleeding wrist and stepped away from the pinkette. The crowd seemed to freeze as they looked at the girl as she flipped her stained kunai around her finger.

"What, weren't you going to teach me some manners?" She asked, her lips set in a grim line. "Because trust me, I'd love to stay for that, but it seems you just developed an impairment." She leaned down poking the hand on the ground with the tip of her blade. Sakura rolled back and positioned herself back onto her feet as she dodged the slice of a blade. The man's companions seemed to be angered by her as they pulled out their weapons. "One against five, well if you had four more it might actually seem like a fair fight." Taunting was one thing she took to the most in her shinobi training. It was a good way to distract and disorient her opponents with their own anger. Pushing off of the ground as she dodged another slice of a blade she grabbed the chain of a sickle that was thrown at her. In one quick movement she had her feet back on the ground and her fist reeled back. Pulling on the chain she brought her fist forward as the man on the other end was pulled toward her.

"One down."

Flicking kunai out of the air with her own she sprinted forward and arched her body down. Sliding her foot quickly in a crescent shape she kicked one of the men's feet out from under him. Slamming her fist into his nose and seeing his eyes close as he lost consciousness she pushed her hands off of his chest flipping herself away from another attack.