My own pic of neko-kakuzu above! ^^

Me: Hi! This time around, we have Sasori as our special guest! 
Sasori: Why am I here again? And why am I a cat? Nya~
Me: Because I said so and because of my awesome OP AUTHOR-POWERS! *weird theme song starts playing*
Sasori: Whatever. Nya~ Can we get this over with? I don't like being anything like the brat. Nya~
Me: *pouts* Fine.
Sasori: Liz owns nothing. Nya~ Except her OC's and stuff. Can I leave now? Nya~
Me: Sure. BEGONE. And buh-bye mah kittehs! ^^

My P. O. V.~~~~~~~

I closed the front door, grabbed Sasori's wrist and teleported into the city. We landed on a roof, and my new partner stumbled. He looked around confusedly, "Where are we?" He asked. "In the city. Follow me." I replied, hopping from this rooftop to the next. He followed me as we made our way to warehouse six, in Greenland Port. I stopped on the roof of warehouse six, looking down into the skylight. Sasori landed beside me, panting lightly. "Out of shape, Puppet Master?" I jeered. "Be quiet, brat." He muttered, also looking through the skylight. 'Well, looks like he's back to normal.' I thought. "Should I be honored or insulted that I have gotten Deidara's nickname?" I whispered, seeing dozens of guards arriving on the scene below us. He answered with silence, and I saw a short, fat man. He climbed onto a crate, and stood up facing his 'protectors'. 'Pfft. Like they could stop us.' A voice muttered in my head, amused. 'Be quiet, you.' The target was talking loudly, ordering something. "Oi, you've got the ears. What is the target saying?" I whispered. Said ears flicked, and he started talking. "I realize an old friend of mine has reported me to the FEAR, and I believe there will be assassins after me. Protect me with your lives." Sasori recited. 

"Yeah, well the target is out of luck. I was head of the Mercenary Division once. And there was only a handful of people able to hand my ass to me." I muttered. "But that is a lot of people with big guns." He murmured warily. "You scared?" I asked, not joking at all. "I'm not scared. I'm unfamiliar with 'guns'." He said, narrowing his eyes at a cocked and loaded AK 47. "The gun shoots out a small metal object at high speeds. It pierces the skin, and the object-called a bullet- is lodged, or goes straight through the target. All you have to do is not get hit." I explained. 

He nodded. "They're moving out." He said. He was right. Six guards surrounding the target, 4 at each entrance, and the rest moving around keeping watch. "You take out the guards by the entrances. I will take out the rest and the target, and then we get out of there." I said. He nodded in agreement, getting ready to jump away. "Don't forget. Don't get hit, and do not die." I opened the skylight, and jumped down behind some crates. I pulled out my McMillan Tac-50, and aimed for a guard at the targets 3 o'clock. 'Bam.' One down. 5 o'clock. 'Bam.' 7 & 8 o'clock. 'Bam. Bam.' 12 o'clock. 'Bam.' 'Wait. Wheres the other one?!' My eyes scouted the scene, and saw the sixth guard with a blade through his chest. Sasori darted away, probably to finish off the rest of them. The target was shaking, holding a suitcase close to his chest. I walked out of the shadows, rifle replaced with katana. 

He squeaked, and pressed himself into the crates. "I-I have money! I c-can pay you more than wh-what she pays y-you!" I blinked in 'interest'. "Really? How much?" I acted, walking closer. "T-Ten th-thousand!" He squeaked, voice raising a few octaves. "No thanks." I said darkly, my mask now around my neck. Red blood the color of my eyes splattered across my face as slashed across his chest. He screamed pleas, begging for mercy. With a last thrust, his screams were silenced. I heard a loud yell of pain, and cursed. 'I warned him not to get hit!' I jumped through the skylight, running across the roof. Gunshots and shouting. I turned towards the noise, and took out the guards. Blood was splattered everywhere-including all over me. "Sasori?" I called out. Silence. 'Don't be dead, don't be dead, don't be dead!' I called for him again, walking forwards. I heard a noise, no... A meow? "Me... Mew..." I followed the noise curiously, and gasped. A red cat-not a kitten-was laying next to a pile of trash. There was a bullet hole in his left shoulder, and I cursed. 

I knelt next to the cat-supposedly Sasori-and pet his head. "Sasori?" I called softly. "Meow..." The kitten answered. "I told you not to get hit, stupid redhead." I muttered, and he hissed in shame. "Don't be ashamed. It's your first time." I said. "Now, this is going to hurt like a bitch. Just hold on." I got another weak meow in response. I parted the fur around the wound, and dug the bullet out. He meowed in pain, and I apologized. I threw away the bullet and ripped a strip off the hem of my shirt. I pressed it to the wound, and tossed it away when it was soaked with his blood, repeating the process. I tied off the piece of fabric, and picked him up. It was dark out, and cold. Did I ever mention it was February? No? Well it is. I jumped onto a roof and returned to the targets corpse. I decapitated him, bagging the head. I also grabbed the target's suitcase of money. Sasori was shivering, suppressing pitiful mewls. I took a scarf from a dead guard, making sure it was clean. Sasori meowed in confusion as I wrapped him in the warm cloth. He turned his head away as I tied the bag to my belt. "Don't worry, you stupid cat. This is between me and you." I said, jumping across the rooftops to HQ. "But one thing I don't understand... How are you a cat again?" He meowed, and I shook my head. 

"Never mind. I can't understand you anyway." He meowed again and I shushed him. I made my across skyscrapers and through alleyways, stopping at the door to the 'abandoned warehouse'. I knocked in a special morse code, and the door opened silently. I slipped in, walking through maze-like hallways I knew perfectly. I came upon a hall filled with different doors, and entered the third one on the right. It was a well lit room, a closet to the left of the door, a locker to the right, and a large mahogany desk in the middle. Paperwork was messily scattered around the desk on the ground, bu the top was quite neat. A pen that looked like a knife next to an open file, a knife that looked like a pen on the other side of the file, and a M 16 next to the desk. 

Boss was sitting in the classic spinny chair evil overlords sit in. She was wearing a dark purple crop top under a blue open jacket. Her high heeled boots were a tan color, resting on her desk. She was also wearing a knee-length purple skirt. Her lavender eyes watched me as I walked in, deep blue hair in a high ponytail. I opened the bag on my hip and set the head of my target on her desk. She smiled, and kicked the head into a trash shoot beside her desk. "Good work Hiko. How is life?" She asked. I smirked, putting my mask away. "I found a box of kittens. They turned out to be fictional characters, and this is one of them." I said, showing her Sasori. "But he somehow turned back into a cat. I had brought him along with me." I said, frowning. "That's new, what are their names?" She said, lighting a cigarette. "This one is Sasori of the Red Sands. Him and the others are an evil organization, from an anime called 'Naruto'." I said, petting the cat. "Hm. Good luck!" She said, winking at me. I looked at her skeptically. "You had something to do with this, didn't you Xyla?" I asked. 

She giggled, a scary thing for her to do. "Maybe, maybe not~ Now run along, I've got paperwork to do!" She sang, and I laughed. "Of course, see you next time!" And I left. When we were back in the city, on our way home, Sasori meowed at me. "Boss? She is really cool. Badass too. But I know she had something to do with you guys showing up as cats." I said, hoping I answered his question. Opening the door to the house, I was greeted with a befuzzled Saiko, and nine more cats. "WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING AS CATS?!" Saiko screamed in my face.

Sasori P. O. V.~~~~~~~

Hiko grabbed my wrist, and we were suddenly somewhere else. We landed on a roof, I stumbled in surprise. I looked around confusedly, "Where are we?" I asked. "In the city. Follow me." Hiko replied, hopping from this rooftop to the next. I wordlessly followed her across many rooftops. I landed beside her, slightly out of breath. "Out of shape, Puppet Master?" She jeered. "Be quiet, brat." I muttered, looking through the skylight. "Should I be honored or insulted that I have gotten Deidara's nickname?" She whispered as we viewed several guards entering the warehouse. I didn't answer, watching a man that is probably our target. He climbed onto a crate, and stood up facing his guards. The target was talking loudly, ordering them around. "Oi, you've got the ears. What is the target saying?" She whispered. My ears flicked, and I recited what he was saying. "I realize an old friend of mine has reported me to the FEAR, and I believe there will be assassins after me. Protect me with your lives." She snorted. "Yeah, well the target is out of luck. I was head of the Mercenary Division once. And there was only a handful of people able to hand my ass to me." Hiko murmured. 

"But that is a lot of people with big guns." I said warily. "You scared?" She asked, no hint of sarcasm in her tone. "I'm not scared. I'm unfamiliar with 'guns'."  I replied honestly, gazing at a dangerous looking gun. "The gun shoots out a small metal object at high speeds. It pierces the skin, and the object-called a bullet- is lodged, or goes straight through the target. All you have to do is not get hit." Hiko explained. I nodded, noting to learn more later. "They're moving out." I informed her. Six guards surrounding the target, 4 at each entrance, and the rest moving around keeping watch. "You take out the guards by the entrances. I will take out the rest and the target, and then we get out of there." She ordered. I nodded in agreement, preparing to move out myself. "Don't forget. Don't get hit, and do not die." Hiko opened the skylight, and jumped down behind some crates. I unsheathed my blade, taking out the guards at the entrance with precision. I saw a guard at the target's 10 o'clock aiming for Hiko's head, and I ran him through with the katana. She looked around for him, and spotted me. Her eyes flashed with thankfulness, and I left. I baited the patrolling guards so she could take care of the target, and I heard loud bangs. I stabbed three guards before a burning pain bloomed in my left shoulder. I yelped in pain, and ran from the guards instinctively. I lost them, and collapsed against a wall. All of a sudden, the world grew larger and I felt different. I groaned in pain, but it came out as a weak meow. 'Shit...' I heard several gunshots, and then silence. "Sasori?" I heard Hiko's voice call. 

"He... Here..." I replied, knowing it was only a meow to her. Footsteps sounded, and a gasp was heard. A soft, pale hand stroked my fur. "Sasori?" Hiko called softly. "Yeah..." I answered. "I told you not to get hit, stupid redhead." She muttered, and I hissed out an 'I know.' "Don't be ashamed. It's your first time." She said. "Now, this is going to hurt like a bitch. Just hold on." I meowed in response once again. My fur was parted and she pulled something out of my wound. "HOLY SHIT WOMAN, THAT HURTS!" I shouted in pain, glad none of the others were here to witness my moment of weakness. "I'm sorry." She ripped her shirt, and the cloth was pressed to my wound. She tied another strip of her shirt around my wound, and lifted me up. I just now realized it was freezing, and started shivering. 

Hiko returned to the warehouse, and removed the target's head. She put it in a bag on her hip, and took his suitcase. She hopped rooftops, headed somewhere. I meowed, hoping she wasn't going to tell anyone else "Don't worry, you stupid cat. This is between me and you." She told me, jumping across skyscrapers. "But one thing I don't understand... How are you a cat again?" "I've no idea." I meowed, and she shook her head. "Never mind. I can't understand you anyway." "Where are we going?" I asked, and she shushed me. She stopped at a seemingly abandoned warehouse, but I smelled lots of people. She knocked on the door in a weird pattern, and the door slid open without a sound. She slinked in, walking through maze-like halls. She entered a room to our right, and I looked around. It was a well lit room, a closet to the left of the door, a locker to the right, and a large mahogany desk in the middle. Paperwork was messily scattered around the desk on the ground, bu the top was quite neat. Two pens sat on either side of an opened file, and a large gun next to the desk. A woman I'd guess is about 5'9" with dark blue hair and violet eyes sat with her feet on the desk. 

She was wearing a dark purple crop top under a blue open jacket. Her high heeled boots were a tan color and she was also wearing a knee-length purple skirt. Her purple eyes watched us as Hiko walked in. Hiko opened the bag on her hip and set the head of our target on the woman's desk. The woman smiled, and kicked the head into a trash shoot beside her desk. "Good work Hiko. How is life?" She asked. Hiko put her mask in the head-bag. "I found a box of kittens. They turned out to be fictional characters, and this is one of them." She said, adjusting me so the woman could see me better. "But he somehow turned back into a cat. I had brought him along with me." Hiko said, a thinking tone in her voice. "That's new, what are their names?" She said, lighting a cigarette. "This one is Sasori of the Red Sands. Him and the others are an evil organization, from an anime called 'Naruto'." She explained, petting me. 

I resisted the urge to purr. "Hm. Good luck!" She said, winking at Hiko. Hiko looked at her skeptically. "You had something to do with this, didn't you Xyla?" I asked. Xyla giggled, and it was scary. Like, make Leader wet his pants scary. "Maybe, maybe not~ Now run along, I've got paperwork to do!" She sang, and Hiko laughed. "Of course, see you next time!" And we left. When we were back in the city, on our way home I think, I looked up at Hiko. "Who was that woman?" I asked, hoping she would figure out I wanted some info. "Boss? She is really cool. Badass too. But I know she had something to do with you guys showing up as cats." She said, answering my question. Opening the door to the house, we were greeted with a befuzzled Saiko, and nine more cats. "WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING AS CATS AGAIN?!" Saiko screamed in Hiko's face, her hair out of place.

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By the way, F.E.A.R. stands for Faction of Elite Assassin Rebels, and that is the name of the organization Hiko and Saiko work for.

~Liz-chan