After much deliberation, I had decided to continue this story but the updates will be slow. I had also changed the name from Ninja Are A Pain to what it is now. Still, I hope you'll enjoy it! :)

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PRISONER TO CHAKRA
—CHAPTER ONE—
Then It Started

It was just like Egypt, Malik had decided.

He was lying on his back on his bed with his hands cupping the back of his head, his blond hair creating a soft cushion for him to rest in. His black singlet was practically drenched in sweat from the blazing heat in Suna, and his boxers were sticking to his body like a second skin. It was… icky.

He stared without purpose at the cream coloured ceiling as his mind was going elsewhere, visiting different thoughts for only a few seconds before flying off to another. It was infuriating and the heat was just adding to his irritation.

While the people were somewhat… hospitable… in Suna, he couldn't help but feel on edge. Suna was very much like Egypt; covered in sand—made of sand, he found out upon arrival—and was scorching hot that, perhaps, his home was put to shame. No—he clenched his fists lightly behind his head—his home was better.

At least the people smiled where he came from.

Granted, it was very interesting to find out about the archaeological site, since it was found in a place no where near the ancient history that he and his family knew, which was what made it so astounding; but the eye of Ra was absolute. It had been related to the Pharaoh—who was now long gone; four years or so.

Ishizu was contacted by some of the Kazekage's officials—Malik only put strain on that title since he didn't like the red head one bit—asking her to come over to the village and study what it was. How they knew about her specialty, Malik was unsure and iffy about it, but his sister was curious and demanded that all three of them leave immediately to research it.

The journey? So annoying. That was all Malik wanted to think about it. As soon as it was back in his head that he would have to make the same return trip back, he felt like hurling.

He liked travelling—having done so several times between Domino and Egypt, or Egypt to somewhere else in Egypt—but this trip was different. They met up with two travel guides, both having the stuck-up air about them, and were instantly told to drill some rules into their head; this was several times throughout the trip—when they left; a quarter the way through the journey; half way through; three quarters of the way through and just before they entered Suna. Malik swore he'd kiss the sand when they arrived but he almost sucked in his lips when he realised things were just going to get oh so much more annoying.

It must have been the nature of a ninja to act 'superior' to everyone else.

Anyway, by the time they arrived and had the rules of respect nailed into his mind, the platinum blond was expecting their leader to be some freaky old man with sharp features and perhaps several sunburns.

He was wrong.

It was a friggin' kid! Someone eight years younger than him!

To say that it peeved off Malik was an understatement. He had to bite his tongue the entire time and was speaking in muffles whenever he was addressed; Ishizu, of course, gave him a lecture about courtesy afterwards.

The artefacts were what made his day and possibly his entire week, up until the point where they would leave.

It was unusual, not being found in Egypt where he thought that all the pieces of the ancient past belonged. Whether the artefact related to it or not, he and his sister didn't know, as the Pharaoh was already resting in peace and there were no other complications.

The artefact seemed to be the telling of a story from the ancient past, similar to the ones Ishizu had brought to Domino during Battle City. They were a little different though. His sister said that a few symbols were that of a ninja's history but the platinum blond adult refused to believe that the history he was protecting was tied with such snobbish people.

Malik sighed before swinging his legs off his bed and rising from it, casually strolling to the window and gazing out. Sweat beaded down his brow as his lavender orbs surveyed the village. It was massive, which he was impressed about, but it wasn't the 'home' he was expecting.

Ishizu was with the artefacts with Odion, who had offered to lend her some assistance in translating some worn symbols. The younger Ishtar was too tired to do that and was, luckily, dismissed for the night.

Ninja. The thought still baffled him.

He met Temari on his first day there. She looked like the type of girl who would take pleasure—and no fear—in beating up a guy and hurting his ego… and perhaps more. It was his first impression of her when he saw her whack her younger brother over the head with her fan.

The fan interested Malik more than the user, which was kind of strange.

Kankuro—the one who was constantly on the receiving end of Temari's insults and the like—scared Malik too. When he found out that the ninja used puppets in battle, the platinum blond raised an eyebrow, unsure how to take it.

Puppets, to him, equalled girls and kids, and standing in front of him was a sixteen year old male with muscles twice as large as Malik's own arm.

Scary indeed.

Of course, then there was the Kazekage. Things were a little difficult at first because the red-head was not what he was expecting and Malik was stubborn in accepting the fact that ninjas became adults around eight or so years earlier, whereas Ishizu still refused to give Malik the keys to his motorcycle. To her, he wasn't an adult… he was twenty-four, dangit!

It was simple.

Malik didn't like Gaara.

The kid gave him the creeps, somewhat reminding him of his old self—the fearless, psychotic one. The look in the kid's eyes was similar to what he saw in his Yami's in Battle City. He didn't want to see that expression ever again and this kid was wearing it on his face like it was a part of his attire.

So, he was uncomfortable in his presence and Gaara, in turn, tried to avoid him as well; as much as possible anyway, since he seemed to have a knack for knowing why Malik took the long way 'round to the exit.

During the already three days the Ishtar's were there, the twenty-four year old had created a strange positive relationship with Temari because she reminded him of Mai, who he had met only a few times; but those times were engraved in his memory. He had seen the sand-female on a number of occasions, so it was natural that he'd get a little closer to her than her brothers but Malik still had some type of relationship with Kankuro.

The puppet thing kept him curious and Kankuro had offered to give an example to how they were used. Something went wrong and Malik and Odion were almost impaled by one of them; things were a little strained.

The blond sighed again and groaned in aggravation. He settled with pacing in his small room.

He couldn't get to sleep. Too hot. Too much to think about. Too many irritations. Too much mystery. It was annoying; how he wish that would soon go away.

However, as soon as that thought crossed his mind, he heard an explosion and a bright light shone across his face through the window. Seconds afterwards and the floor beneath him rumbled, making him shoot to his feet and shakily head to the outlet to see what was going on.

He barely managed to see this white thing shoot across the sky above him but it was gone quickly, hidden by a tuft of grey smoke. He narrowed his eyes when the white appeared once more. It looked like a bird but it wasn't completely life-like.

It took a few seconds before he noticed a figure standing atop of it.

Ninja definitely had a superiority complex.

He soon saw sand rise from below and caught the sight of Gaara rising to fight the challenger. So he'd get to see the boy in action, would he?

Malik didn't mind. Not at all. He shrugged and rested his elbows on the windowsill, lavender eyes watching the fight above him.

It was entertainment, at least; as long as he, or his family, didn't get harmed.

The battle was in full swing; sand being tossed and forced everywhere and the flying-bird-thing was quickly weaving in and out of the attacks like a dart. It made Malik's mind whirr at the speed but he still managed to catch things but just barely.

The military of Suna were all set up as well, clearly intending to give their leader some aid to fight the foe, who was turning out to be a real pain in the neck. It was clear that he was a bomber of some sort, since explosions were going off everywhere and stuff but Malik didn't pay that any heed, that is until the blond terrorist flew over an area he was hoping was going to remain safe.

His sister and brother were there.

Malik straightened instantly, his lavender eyes widening at the thought of them dead.

He couldn't risk it. No chance. However, there was the possibility they had left the area when the enemy first attacked but then again…

Malik was already out the door, sprinting as fast as his legs could take him. He didn't care that he was running in his nightwear as he rushed down the empty halls. He'd laugh and be embarrassed about it later, when everything was over and they were safe.

He groaned as he flung a door to the side and as his feet sunk into the hot sand. Pain flew from his mind as he scanned the quickest route on the map in his mind. His destination was a little higher up then he was; a cave not far from the entrance of Suna but still close enough to the terrorists attacks.

He'd have to hurry, and already his feet were carrying him up the slope of the land, his blond hair rushing in the hot wind and his chest puffing in and out to circulate the much needed air for the urgency. He had to get there in time.

His running was momentarily halted as the ground beneath him shook. He fell to one knee but was instantly up and running.

Malik felt his eyes widen when he suddenly saw a giant bird grow to a large size and hover just near the cave where his siblings dwelled—with any bad luck. True, by running there, he'd be putting himself in danger if they turned out to be in a safe area. It didn't matter.

They were worth it.

"No," he puffed as he finally reached a flatter surface, and he saw the entrance but his brain suddenly told him to stop, and he skidded to a halt, tossing up some soil. Luckily he did.

Ahead of him was…

…he didn't know but whatever it was, it was staring at him from underneath a straw hat. Malik felt no emotion behind the look he was receiving, which was even worse than Gaara's and that was saying something.

He took a step forward but the blob ahead of him twitched at the movement, telling the man that his foe was on guard.

"Please, let me pass," Malik said loudly.

He got no reply and the blond hesitantly swallowed as he saw the white bird lower slightly towards the ground. Adrenaline shot through his veins and he ran a few steps forward.

Bang!

Soil clouded and showered down upon him, He covered his eyes and stopped before slowly reopening his orbs. The dust began to settle and he saw something long and hard stretched out from his intruder to a point right next to him.

It was like the tip of a scorpion.

Malik widened his eyes once more as he looked to the side, seeing how close he was to being injured. Something told him that his enemy missed on purpose. But why?

He didn't have time to ask before his blocker spoke.

"You have great chakra."

The Egyptian twenty-four year old had no time to answer once more before a huge explosion sounded and the entrance to the cave slowly began to crumble beneath the quake, effectively burying the archaeological site, along with everything else inside of it.