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"Nggh . . . just five more minutes . . ."

"No. Get up. Now."

Pez's eyes flew open as she was dragged by the ankle out of her bed, landing on the ground. "Wh-What?!" she rubbed her eyes, glaring up at the silhouette of the kunoichi who had so rudely awoken her. "I only wanted five more minutes . . ."

"We don't have five more minutes," Natasha said. "Meet me outside in ten, or I'll drag you."

Pez grumbled and sat up, rubbing her eyes with the overlong sleeves of her shirt. "Wh-What time is it?"

"Five o'clock."

"FIVE O-"

A hand covered her mouth and cut her off, and she bit it. Natasha sighed but removed it, inspecting the teeth marks left behind. "You drew blood - thanks. And I was up an hour ago, so don't complain. Get dressed and meet me out in nine."

Natasha licked the blood off and walked out, leaving Pez to simply say, "This is way too damn early..."

* * *


Fifteen minutes later, Pez was dressed in everything except her cloak and had stumbled outside the base to be met with a stern-faced Natasha, wearing grey pants for once instead of her skirt. "It's way too early for this..." Pez said, rubbing her eyes for what seemed like the trillionth time.

"No, it's actually a little late. C'mon. We'll eat on the road," Natasha said, turning and starting to walk onto the lake.

"On the road?" Pez asked, only to get no answer. Undeterred, she followed Natasha and caught up to her side, asking, "Where are we going anyway?"

"We're going to a town named Baltam for business," she answered, keeping her eyes forward. "It might be a few hours' travel, unless you're willing to sprint."

"I can't sprint to save my life," Pez grumbled.

Natasha raised a brow at her from the corner of her eye, making Pez stick her tongue out in return. "In any case," Natasha went, "It's far enough away that I wanted a head start. Can't hurt to be ahead of the game."

"Why are we doing this anyway...?" They had stepped off the lake and into the lightening forest.

"Pein gave us a mission yesterday night. It was urgent enough that I decided we should set out today."

"Then why wasn't I-"

"You had already gone to bed and I didn't want to wake you. I know how much of a grump you are when you're suddenly woken. Hell, you're still being grumpy."

"I AM NOT!" caused Pez to stop in her tracks, as it did Natasha a few paces later. Natasha turned to her, looking like she was going to say something, only for Pez to cut her off. "I am NOT moving until you tell me what's going on."

". . ." Natasha put a hand to her face and noticeably held back a sigh. Running the hand through her locks, she looked at Pez and bit the inside of her lip, making Pez lift a brow. Finally she crossed her arms and turned back to the faint trail ahead of them. "Keep up, and I'll tell you."

"You're not a morning person either, huh?" Pez asked as she caught up to Natasha's long strides.

"No. I'm actually anxious to get to where we're going," Natasha finally let loose the sigh she had been holding in. "The story is this: an assassin is after me."

"Wh-WHAT?!" Pez felt like she nearly jumped out of her skin. "Why?!"

"The story for that is longer than I care to share right now," Natasha answered, keeping her eyes forward. "But in any case, this assassin has been asking people about my whereabouts . . . it hadn't been much of a problem until now, but then she turned up in Baltam-"

"What's the guy's name?"

"Hmm?"

"The assassin's name, I mean. Who is he . . . or she?"

Natasha took a long time to respond, leading Pez to wonder if she had gone deaf in one ear before the kunoichi spoke up. "Her name is . . . Mirage Han," she shuddered slightly. "As her name implies, she uses genjutsu. It's not her real name, though - it's the only name we could get for her."

"I see . . ."

"Anyway, she's too close for comfort now, so when Pein told me that she was around, well . . . I demanded that I go stop her," she shrugged. "He said to take you along, since you had never gone on a mission before and that now might be a good chance. I agreed . . . I hope I'm not taking you away from anything important."

"No . . . not really," Pez went, before repeating, "But why you? Do you know her? If she's after you -"

Natasha threw her half a glare before closing her eyes, still keeping her pace. "I insisted that I go, because, really, I put myself in this position in the first place. As to why she's after me . . . I killed her brother."

"WHAT?!"

"Shush! We don't know who else is here!" Natasha warned.

Pez dropped her tone to a whisper. "What do you mean?"

"Her brother was a jinchuruki. Ever heard of them?" Natasha didn't wait for an answer. "They're holders of tailed beasts - I'm sure Pein told you about them."

"He did . . . they're demons, right?"

"The bijus are. The jinchurukis themselves - not so much. It's a long story, which you probably already heard. He's the reason I got the scars across my chest - he let his biju loose and nearly kicked my ass. I killed him, but now this chick is after me - normal avenger type, just like somebody else I know . . . "she mumbled the last part to herself before looking back up at Pez.

"How do we find her, then? We can't just randomly walk up to people and ask, 'Hey, are you Mirage Han? We have to kill you'."

"Of course not," Natasha went, sizing her up. "That would give us away. Thank god you look twenty-one, by the way. We wouldn't be able to find her if you weren't."

". . . Why . . .?" Pez asked slowly, giving her a side glance.

"Simple. We're going to ask around in a bar."

* * *


"Why are we going to do interrogations?!" Pez nearly shouted, thankfully drowned out by the hubbub and noise in the club. After getting to Baltam and getting a hotel, Natasha had (forcefully) dragged her to a pub which seemed incredibly popular in town - enough so that it took ten minutes of careful sneaking to get in.

Natasha smirked at her young teammate. "Simple. Everybody here is either drunk or half off-their-rocker. Not to mention the music isn't bad . . ." she mentioned, hips swaying a little bit to a loud salsa tune. "Anyway, our target is apparently a white-haired, young woman who looks about sixteen years old. Green eyes, pretty flat-chested. Let me know if you spot her - I'm going to try interrogating some of the people who look like they have some sort of status."

"Why? We're both wanted . . . we could be caught," Pez mumbled.

"Nobody here will be paying attention to that. If you'll excuse me, though," Natasha smirked, looking down at the end of the bar, "I think I found somebody to talk to."

As she walked away, Pez rolled her eyes and went, "I will never get used to her."

* * *


Natasha had to wipe her predatory grin off her face before she could sit down next to the woman who wore the police uniform. The woman's head was propped on her chin in thought, other hand swishing around a small amount of sake. Natasha herself waved down a bartender and asked, "Vodka here?"

"Of course, ma'am," the man nodded. "One round?"

Natasha noticed, out of the corner of her eye, that the officer had finished her sake. "A round for me and a round of sake for the pretty officer next to me, if you don't mind."

The bartender nodded and walked away as the officer looked up at her. ". . . If you're trying to get information," she went, "You're looking at the wrong chick. I know your type - type of girl who will get me drunk just to take advantage of me."

"I'll admit that maybe I've had a few . . . flings, before," Natasha admitted as the drinks arrived, before smoothly adding, "That aside, is it so wrong to want to chat with a nice-looking lady? Indulge me, please. Name's Kazane. And you?"

She resisted a smile as the officer took the bait and the lie. "Officer Tama. And I suppose . . . I'll indulge you for a little while," she smirked as she took her sake. "You did buy me a drink, after all."

"I might as well be courteous to a pretty face, right?" Natasha smiled before draining her vodka. "Things rough down here? I'm from out of town."

"Decent enough," Tama shrugged and shot down her sake. "If you haven't been here before, though, I warn you - there are some people here that would pick up an intelligent woman. Be careful," she winked.

"The same to you," Natasha teased as she called for another round. She could feel her cheeks getting pink, but for the moment, she told herself that she had to keep going - she couldn't stop just to keep herself sober. She had to blend in. Her tipsy logic seemed to work as the drinks arrived again, causing her to shoot down her next glass smoothly. "Speaking of people," she continued, sending a flirtatious smile to Tama, "Any interesting faces? Or just yours?"

Tama grinned. "Oh, not much recently. Except . . ."

Natasha held back her grin, noticing the officers similarly flushed cheeks. "Except?"

"Ehh, chick's around asking about a girl named Kyuuti," Tama shrugged nonchalantly. "None'a my business . . . she's persistin', though, you know?"

"Is it that Mirage girl I heard about?" Natasha asked. "Mirage Han . . . ?"

"Yes, darling," Tama smiled. "But that's not what I want to talk about right now,"

Natasha felt the last bit of her control slip away as she leaned forward. "What do you want to talk about, then?" she breathlessly asked.

Tama drunkenly giggled as she leaned forward to whisper in Natasha's ear. "I want to know how well you kiss, babe."

Call me Natasha, sweetie, was what she thought, before their lips met.

* * *


Pez had found a free spot at the bar and had been sitting for a good ten minutes with her forehead pressed against it before she heard somebody sit next to her.

"You look like you're either drunk as hell or need to be," the woman next to her said.

"You're telling me," Pez mumbled. "I have the worst traveling partner ever."

The woman didn't respond for a few moments, and Pez heard somebody - the bartender, she guessed - walk over. "Two beers, please," the woman went. Pez finally lifted her head to look at her new drinking partner as the bartender walked away.

White hair. Green eyes. Flat-chested. Oh fuck.

"Name's Mirage, by the way," the assassin said. "Mirage Han."

". . . I'm Pez . . ." she answered, trying to calm her nerves. She noticed the girl's blue tunic was held to her waist by two belts, sheathing kunai, a katana, and several ninja pouches. Pez turned her eyes away, but too late.

"You noticed?" Mirage asked. "Don't worry about it. Everybody does. If you've heard of me, you'll know why I have them."

" . . . I've heard your name," Pez lied, "But I don't know anything more."

As the drinks arrived and Mirage passed a glass of beer to Pez, she said, "I'm an assassin. I'm after a girl who killed my brother . . . Natasha Kyuuti. Do you know her?"

"I don't," was her quick response. Pez bit her lip and took a sip of the alcohol, feeling the burn as it slipped down her throat. Mirage seemed to trust her answer and sighed, laying her chin on her interlinked hands.

"It seems like the only people who know have seen her a town away," she muttered. "I can't find her anyway, the damn bitch."

"Wh-Why are you looking for her?" Pez asked nervously.

"She murdered my brother," Mirage answered, still facing ahead. "At the time, I heard that she had died with him, but then I learned about a year back that she was still alive. I loved my brother a lot, and I decided . . . well, I didn't want her to get away with what she did. I want justice against her. So I packed my bags and . . . well . . . here I am. Still searching."

Nothing new to her, yet Pez still had to resist a shudder that slipped down his spine. "A-Are you sure she killed him?" she asked. "I mean, maybe it was a mista-"

"That's what people always ask me," Mirage went with a pout. "But I know so. Somehow, I just know that she murdered him. My brother and I - we were really close. I always promised to protect him, even though I was younger. Then he died . . . so I'm going to keep what little of the promise I can, and kill her. That's all I can do . . . right?"

Pez was really starting to feel nervous and wanted to leave, only a sudden arm slung over her shoulder from the other side of her stopped her. She jumped and turned her head, only to be met with a smiling Natasha, who had her chin on the younger girl's shoulder. Pez opened her mouth to speak - thankfully remembering that Natasha had chosen the alternate name Kazane before they walked in - but she was cut off.

"Hey, did you know the police officers here are really good kissers?" Natasha asked with a giggle. "They are. I just made out with one in the corner," led to another giggle.

"Uhh . . . g-good for you?" Pez asked nervously.

"Yeah, but now I'm kind of hot . . ." Natasha teased, running a finger around a strand of Pez's hair. "I wanna get out of here . . . too noisy, too. I like the music, though."

"U-Uhh . . ." Pez had no idea what to say, so she shut her mouth and turned back to Mirage, who was staring at them oddly. "I-I really have to go."

". . . oh! Uh, go then," Mirage went, shaking her head and smiling. "Thank you for your time, Pez."

"You're welcome . . ." Pez managed to stand, dragging Natasha with her.

This was exactly why she hated bars.

* * *


Pez was pretty sure Natasha was absolutely drunk off her ass, which was why she was thankful to get to the one-window, one bed hotel room they were sharing. Thank god I'm female. Hopefully she won't hit on me, she prayed. I mean, I'm her teammate! She wouldn't do that . . . right?

"You looked like you were having a good time, Pez-kuuuuun," Natasha went with a grin, finally letting the younger girl go to lean against the wall. "Sorry to drag you out of there."

"I-It's fine," Pez went, collapsing on the bed. ". . . how much did you even have to drink?!" she asked, sitting up suddenly.

"Oh, just two shots of vodka . . ." Natasha shrugged like it was no big deal. "I mean, I didn't want to get drunk . . . but I guess I failed . . . so much for that, huh?" she giggled.

"Oh great, you're not even going to remember tonight tomorrow, are you?" Pez asked. "Does that mean if I tell you I saw Mirage, you wouldn't care?"

"Hmm . . . no, not really," Natasha looked out the window with an odd look on her face, as if searching for something. "Nah, we can leave Mirage for later. Not like she's going anywhere . . . well, she might . . . but I'm here . . . so that's okay!"

"Nice to know you still have logic," Pez went, lying back and closing her eyes.

She was stunned to feel somebody straddling her moments later.

"WHAT IN THE-!" Pez nearly jumped up - only for the fact that she couldn't. Natasha had her hands on her shoulders, knees clamped around her hips. She had a predatory grin on her face too, masked slightly by seductive eyes.

"Pez-kuuuun, I told you I was hot and bothered . . ." Natasha went, leaning down so her face was mere inches from Pez's. Pez paled. "Don't you want to help me?" Natasha asked with a little pout. "We're in this together, baby."

Pez had no idea what to say, jaw having fallen open, so she said the first thing that came to her head. "W-W-W-What the hell, man?!" was the only thing she could spew out in absolute shock.

"I'm not a man, I'm a woman," Natasha teased, bringing her face closer. "C'mon," she breathlessly whispered. "I know you want this too."

"LIKE HELL I WANT THIS!"

Natasha's lips were suddenly on hers, and Pez started to flail as much as she could - which, unfortunately, wasn't much. She tried pushing Natasha off, kicking her legs away, only to get a muffled giggle as a response every time. She wasn't giving in, though, and just as she thought that maybe it would just be best to give in to the drunken ninja (who could very well start getting abusive if she didn't get her way), Natasha broke away and looked out the window again.

". . . Hey, it worked!" Natasha went with a grin.

Pez's eyes went even wider. She sputtered. "Wh-WHAT WORKED?!"

"We were being watched, Pez-kun," Natasha answered with a giggle. "I figured that I could get them to go away by grossing them out."

Pez couldn't respond. She scooched out from under Natasha instead of speaking and pushed her down on the bed. "Go to sleep, you're drunk," Pez told her. "I'll watch."

"Hey! I admitted I was drunk! You liked it, admit it!" Natasha accused as Pez walked to the window.

The young girl was very, very thankful that moments later, she heard the ninja's breath go even in sleep.

* * *


"Uuugh," Natasha regretted cracking open her eyes to the bright morning sun, mallets already thumping the inside of her skull. She could only barely remember the events of last night, and she ALSO could not remember why her head spun. "That is the last time I drink vodka, I swear . . ." she muttered to herself.

"I would be happy if that was true," Pez went from the windowsill, making Natasha cover her ears and close her eyes again. She heard her still. "You tried to seduce me last night. And apparently, you were making out with an officer."

". . . oh goddess . . ." Natasha said as she rolled over and buried her head with a nearby pillow. Her next words were muffled even to her own ears. "Anything else I should know?"

"I saw Mirage. You missed the chance to kill her."

Natasha blinked, thinking she had heard wrong. She looked at Pez again and removed the pillow. "What? "

"Mirage. You missed her."

". . . Well, fuck."
...well. That is why Natasha doesn't go drinking. It's also why she likes clubs. *shot*
Well...looks like she missed her chance! Miss Mirage is still out there...at least Pez saw her. And at least Natasha didn't have a slip of the tongue.
...I hope.

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