Gah...sorry, guys. My computer is being funky and not letting me update. Anyways, I have an extremely overdue clip for ye.
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Sakura stood stock still for about four seconds before she screamed
and held her hands up to her face in terror. This was it. After
surviving endless weeks on battlefields here and there, she was doomed
to die by a rogue hand grenade dropped from a plane. She closed her
eyes. That had to be what it was. Maybe they disguised them to look
like birds now to throw people off.
But hand grenades don't bleed, do they? Pull yourself together, girl.
Sakura slowly opened her eyes and let her arms drop down to her sides,
relieved when she felt the blood flowing back into them after being
held up for so long. Peering at the pot and trying to ascertain as
many facts as she could based on appearance alone, Sakura stood on
tiptoe to ogle the star-crossed kitchenware from several yards away
where she had thrown herself in fear. She couldn't see directly
inside, but the top of the pot was smeared with the gossamer blood
often ascribed to fowl decent, and the snow around the base was
permeated with the blood and littered with primaries.
Sakura inched towards the unfortunately inscrutable pot, resituating
her hands in front of her face, wanting to at least get a look at the
pigeon.
I'm sure it's just a normal pigeon. They're everywhere around
here. And maybe I can find out what happened to it. It could mean bad
news for Deidara and me. Finding herself at the brink of the circular
array of carnage, Sakura stood on her tiptoes again and leaned as far
forward as she dared without falling. What she saw had her forcing her
tea back down.
Oh, gross. Dropping to a crouch, Sakura hop-walked on
the balls of her feet in an attempt to keep her hands from the
freezing earth as she braved the final inches to her goal. The frigid
air was already beginning to work on the blood, which began to ice
over and sparkle gaily.
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Sorry for taking so long! I'm going to go work on it...right...NOW. I wish I had some horrible event in my life as an excuse, but I don't, really, other than IB. Don't know what IB is? Good. You honestly don't want to.
ALSO!
Super Amazing Fanart Gallery! I hope she isn't pissed that I'm putting it on here. I just love it so much. It's mucho spoilerific, so beware.
FighterPlaneSex <--Contains glorious sex. Don't look if you fear for your virgin eyes.

Poor babeh. He has a cold.
One more! Just one more!

I can't BELIEVE she put it into scraps. Yes, it looks like a blond guy in a suit, but so does every other blond guy wearing a suit. ...Or something. XD
So I really am working on that chapter. Really. o__________o