"Damn it!" Cursing, Mikuro slammed the door behind her and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, then ran on. She could catch up with the ANBU at any time, that was clear to her. The young woman skidded around the next corner and braked abruptly. A white-haired man with an animal mask stood in front of her. Frightened, Mikuro backed away a few meters and collided with another pursuer. "A child? That shouldn't be a problem. It's unbelievable that someone like you could get into the security area," said the first. “I'm not a kid, you fool.” Mikuro scowled. "Kakashi, what should we do with her?" Asked the second who was holding Mikuro. In a calm voice, the first said, "Kill them. We can't need any problems, no matter how big or small they may be." He turned and left.


“Huh!” The young woman looked at the red battlefield that lay in front of her. “Better not disregard me again.” She giggled. “Which will certainly not happen to you again.” Then she turned to the window and jumped out.
“That took a long time.” Itachi, who had been waiting in a tree, jumped next to Mikuro and looked at her from the side. "Whist .. 'A child? That shouldn't be a problem, blaaa ..' Such a fool! That pisses me off really now! Why do they never take me seriously?" Mikuro trudged through the forest, cursing loudly. Itachi frowned. "And you are sure that you want to come with you?" "And you are sure that you want to take me with you?" Answered the young woman with a grin. Itachi snorted and turned away. He had never been the kind of person who liked to do things with, let alone talk to, others. But he felt good in Mikuro's company. She wasn't afraid of him. Respect, yes, but don't be afraid. When he was out with her, he was satisfied. He could tell her what he was thinking and knew that no one would ever find out unless he asked her to.That was something he liked so much about this young woman. She trusted him blindly and he knew it. Still, he was sure that there was something else, something that she had been keeping from him for a long time. But she would have her reasons ... Mikuro's murmur tore him from his thoughts. "..If I get my hands on this damn guy, then he can experience something .. Conceited white-haired snooch .." "White-haired? Kakashi?" Itachi looked at her astonished. "Yes, I think that's his name .. Argh! I HATE it!" She ran her hands through her hair and stared straight ahead. "Naaaiiinn, girls can't fight, no .. THAT's going to be surprised, huh!" He looked at Mikuro with amusement, then said: "We're here."


"Hi-ho Itachi! Who did you bring with you?" Hidan stalked towards the two newcomers. "Hehehe, looks nice. Will you lend me this one?" Grinned Kisame and also joined the two of them. "Fischi is the same as sushi!", Mikuro grumbled and stared at Kisame. The shark man snorted. "Hahaha! The little one has a great sense of humor!" "Do you want to die?" Mikuro looked at Kisame completely calmly. "Hohoho! Hahahahoho .. Hey! What's that supposed to mean ?!" Kisame squinted at the blade on his neck. "Well. What did you mean to say inappropriately?" Mikuro lowered her sword and looked at Kisame. "Eh .. Nothing .." He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment[I can imagine that xD]and took a few steps back. "T..T..Tobi is a good boy !!" Tobi looked at Mikuro, trembling. The young woman smiled at him. "Hello. I'm Mikuro. And you are Tobi? I'm happy." She held out her hand to Tobi and he took it reluctantly. Finally he was convinced that she wouldn't hurt him for the time being, jumped up, hugged her and called out happily: "Tobi is a good boy! Tobi likes Mikuro!" Mikuro looked at him crookedly. "Um .. yeah ..", she just said and was interrupted by a tearful voice. "Biiiitteee, Konan, take your handbag down!I'll get you a new Kl .. AUA! Ow! Stop! You're welcome! "An orange-haired something flicked around the corner and crouched behind Mikuro. Everyone's heads turned to the trembling person." Leader-sama? Are you okay, un? "A blond-haired man stepped out of a corner and leaned forward to the scared object." Yes .. No .. As good as you can if you accidentally tear Konan's dress .. ", said the figure and peered behind The people present (with the exception of Mikuro, who just didn't know what it was about; and Tobi, who was clinging to Mikuro's leg) nodded and gave each other meaningful looks as if they knew exactly what was going on. Suddenly she caught Form behind Mikuro's back whimpering violently and tremblingly pointed to the other side of the room they were in. "Nagato ..", the figure on the other side grumbled and strode towards the pile of misery behind Miku's back with a billowing cloak . "Eh .. hello? Did I do something wrong? "Mikuro looked uncertainly at the blue-haired woman who stopped shortly in front of her." Oh, hello, "she said in a much more cheerful tone," No, you didn't .. I think .. But THAT .. ", she pointed behind Mikuro's back, "Broke my dress. My favorite dress! A unique piece! Was flown in from Paris especially for me! And this little @ # $% ^ & * | (censored) tore it up and used it as a cleaning rag for his motorcycle! And then he also complains about the scratches the sequins have left! "The blue-haired woman stood trembling with anger in front of Mikuro, whose mouth was wide open." A designer one-off? From Paris? Flown in? As a cleaning rag? "She turned and stared at Nagato." I guess that's not possible! "Nagato looked up at the two women, startled, and decided the only sensible thing to do. He ran for his life.