The storm continues through the night and into the morning, persisting long after dawn's first light. The members of the outfit sit in silence, distractedly playing cards or dice as they wait for the sharp wind to subside and the sun to pierce the constant cover of clouds.

When the blowing snow and ice subsist, but still does not give way to light, Kakashi ventures from the cave to scout their surroundings. His magic affords him the ability to transform into a creature more inclined toward frigid temperatures, and with senses more useful than a human's.

"Too bad he can't cast that on us," Naruto grumbles. "I wish I had a fur coat right now..."

"With our luck, we would end up stuck as forest creatures with him forgetting to undo the spell," Sasuke points out.

"I guess..."

"Don't be so critical. Kakashi's a talented mage," Sakura says loyally. Off their unimpressed expressions, she goes on to admit, "When he's not getting distracted by every old lady or black cat crossing the street."

While waiting for the mage to return, the three of them continue their game of Wicked Grace, though it is only out of habit. For whatever reason, when the three of them play, the game always ends up in a three-way deadlock. Sakura and Sasuke are equals in strategy and Naruto appears to have the luck of the gods; Sasuke would accuse him of cheating if it were not for the fact the other man cannot lie to save his life.

A shadow lurks in the entrance of the cave, and they all glance up at the giant bear that looms over them. The beast gives a deliberate shake of its shoulders, knocking thick deposits of snow off, and then begins to shift. A moment later, Kakashi stands there, appearing mildly disgruntled.

"The way is somewhat clear," he tells them. "It is not the best condition. There are snow drifts everywhere, and the wind is still like a knife. But we will be able to see more than a few feet in front of us."

"Oh, great. So, if we're about to go over a cliff, we'll at least be able to see the way down," Naruto complains.

"No sign of any temple, though, cursed or otherwise," Kakashi continues. "It will be just our luck if we end up having the climb the whole mountain before we reach it."

"This Kaguya person is more trouble than she is worth," Sasuke mutters.

"Well, the legend does say the temple is at the very top of this peak," Sakura says with a shrug. "The odds of us finding it soon are a fool's hope."

They make quick work of packing the rest of their gear before bundling themselves once more against the cold. Kakashi bewitches several small stones to emit a comfortable warmth, setting them into their gloves and boots, and then they are off.

Just as the day before, wind slashes at them like a Suna raiding party, coming from every direction and without warning. Luckily, it is not laden with snow or ice anymore, or they would be blinded. Still, the whites of Sasuke's eyes freeze if he opens his lids beyond a squint.

Kakashi was not joking about the snowdrifts, either. They are high and unyielding, forcing them all into an ungainly march that has Sasuke's calves and thighs burning at the repetitive movement.

The shortest of their party, Sakura has the worst of it, though she does her best to soldier on. Despite her efforts, she slows them down even just following behind the taller men. Deciding they will be stuck out in the cold that much longer if they wait for her, Sasuke grabs her pack and tosses it to Naruto. Before the man can question it, Sasuke then orders Sakura to clamber onto his back.

"What?!" she demands, face red in a manner that is more embarrassment than the assault of cold on her cheeks. "N-no, I'm fine, I can manage—"

"You will manage to get left behind and lost," he informs her gruffly. "Gird your pride for another day. When we are in Iwa drinking your dwarven liquor. For today, I want to get out of this weather."

"He does have a point, Sakura, even if he is being remarkably blunt about it," Kakashi agrees. "At least endure it until we get to more steady ground. The higher we get, the more solid the ground will be."

She spares another half a second in consideration, before nodding, and clambering up on Sasuke's back. As she settles into place, she does not notice the way Kakashi's eyes crinkle or the outline of his mouth beneath his mask. Sasuke does, and knows the older man is smirking at him, but ignores it.

"Just do not fall off or choke me," he informs Sakura as they continue onward.

"Right," she says, sounding a little breathless. "Are you sure I'm not too heavy for you? I could get Naruto to—"

"It is fine," he cuts her off, hefting her once to get a better grip under her thighs. It does not escape his attention that this is the closest they have ever been, or the most they have touched since they met. Or that the weight of her against his back is more comfortable than he would have thought.

"Hey, asshole, don't you dare try anything funny," Naruto calls back to him, scowling at Sasuke in annoyance. He is ridiculously overprotective of his fellow Warden, and while it is easy to ignore most of the time, right now it is a little more difficult than usual.

Especially with the growing warmth of her body so close to his.

Teeth gritted, Sasuke sets off forward, stalking past the other two until they hurry to catch up.

The rest of the journey is thankfully silent. Sasuke is so focussed on the weather and not dropping his charge that need not dwell on troublesome notions.

It may be an hour, perhaps more, when they finally experience a break.

The wind dies down, and the sun pierces through the cloud cover, illuminating their path in front of them. Even better, the snow is more stable now, and there is no longer any danger of becoming mired waist-deep in it.

"You can let me down now," Sakura says quietly in his ear. Sasuke disguises his shiver by immediately relinquishing his hold on her, allowing her to drop gracefully to her feet. "Let me know if I can return the favour sometime."

"I doubt there will ever be an occasion where you need to carry me," he says stiffly.

Something like hurt flashes across her face at this, which bothers him, because he was not intending to be insulting. He simply cannot fathom a situation where he would be injured or unconscious to such an extent that he could not soldier through it.

Before he can tell her so, there's a shout from Naruto. "Look!"

They both glance up. It takes a moment, and then they see it: village in the distance.

"Yes!" Naruto punches his fist in the air. "We can finally get out of this frozen hell and get a homecooked meal! And maybe even sleep in an actual bed!"

Sasuke privately thinks the village will not have much of either. The pathetic collection of hovels is overshadowed by trees and rock outcroppings, so that even as the afternoon sunlight shines, the village remains shrouded in night.

"I can barely believe it," Sakura says, wandering away from Sasuke, their minor interchange apparently forgotten. "What sort of people would choose to settle up here?"

"Ask Sasuke," Naruto sniggers. "It probably looks like paradise for him."

"As long as you are not present, it could be," Sasuke replies, but his distraction takes the tartness out of his reply. The village exudes an aura of foreboding he has only experienced once. When he was a child, he and Itachi stumbled onto the ruins of an elven temple. The stench of death and darkness hung there like the air of a crypt, and it is the same feeling he gets from this village.

Still, there is no point or purpose to turning around now. With their quest demanding they search this place, and without any other possibility of shelter for miles, this damned hamlet is their only terminus.

The approach is silent and grim, and Sasuke can sense his comrades anxiety. Everyone seems ready to spring at a moment's notice. Every step closer to the village, the atmosphere of wrongness increases.

It is not improved as they wander past the first eerie, shabby houses. Trees that appear more dead than alive sprout haphazardly out of the snowy paths. In the distance, a small dock floats with one lone boat moored on a lake that has likely never unfrozen. More of the miserable houses, shacks of mismatched wood, dot the slope up the mountainside. Abandoned wagons and farm gear litter the frozen, winding paths.

But the most disconcerting thing about this whole place is the utter silence that reigns. Sasuke can hear no people, nor animals. It is as if the very whisper of the wind through the trees is missing in this place.

The hair on the back of his neck stands on end.

They have not gone far when they are suddenly joined by another presence. As if appearing by magic, a leather-faced, hollow-eyed man in tattered armour appears.

"What are you doing in Rōran?" he demands.

He addresses Naruto, barely taking notice of the other three behind him; it is a human quirk Sasuke knows well. People immediately assume that Naruto is the leader of their outfit because he is both a human and a warrior. Sasuke's ears and Sakura's small build, as well as Kakashi's staff, cause humans to view them as no more than second-class.

It is a fiction Sakura encourages, if only because of the use in enemies misjudging which of their group presents the most danger.

"There's nothing for you here," the sentry insists.

"How do you know that?" Naruto challenges cheerfully. "I could be a merchant with many useful items and wares that people here would benefit from."

The guard is not impressed. "You haven't got a cart. And you all look like you're starving, not selling."

"Never mind that," Kakashi interrupts. "We have business here."

"No, you don't. I'd've been informed if anyone was expecting..." his eyes rove over them judgementally, "visitors."

"We're looking for information," Sakura pipes up, "and once we have it, we can be on our way."

"Hmph. Perhaps Revered Father Mukade will know of what you seek. Unfortunately, he's ministering to the villagers now and can't be disturbed."

"Then why mention him?" Sasuke mutters under his breath.

It is clear the man does not intend to tell them anything useful, even if he were privy to it. The group tacitly agree not to mention their actual quest, and Sakura instead suggests, "Maybe you can offer us some answers then."

"Ask and be on your way."

"Is there anyone else who might know the goings on in the area? An elder, or even a barkeep?"

"We've neither."

"Do you know where the next nearest settlement is then?"

"No."

Sakura does not exactly frown, but her mouth firms a little. Her eyes flit to Sasuke, and her head makes an incremental move to one side that suggests there is no point to continuing this.

"Can you point us in the direction of somewhere to gather provisions, then?" Kakashi asks. "If we can resupply and rest for a spell, we can be out of here as soon as possible."

The guard gives him a sour look, clearly wanting to deny him, but thinks better on it.

"There's a general supply store up the ways," he tells them grudgingly. "Won't be much there, but it's better than nothing."

"Thanks," Sakura says, plastering a false smile on her face and prodding a scowling Naruto ahead of her.

The sentry watches them as they head in the direction he indicated, and even when he is far behind them, Sasuke continues to feel his eyes.

"Anyone else feel the cold, icy fingers of dread up their spine?" Naruto asks under his breath. "That guy was disturbing."

"That is not the only thing that worries me," Kakashi agrees quietly. "I have never heard of a Revered Father within the Chantry hierarchy.

"And where are all the people?" Sakura adds. "They can't all be asleep or out working, can they? You'd the think there'd be women and children about."

As they enter the village proper, Sasuke moves closer to Sakura, angling slightly downward to murmur, "You have no intention of just getting supplies, do you?"

"No," she agrees. "But they say it's better to ask forgiveness than permission. Is he still watching us?"

"Hm."

"I will deal with this," Kakashi replies, and covertly flicks his fingers. A wispy green cloud flickers in the surrounding air, and then dissipates before it truly takes form. "I can have this swarm lead him on a bit of a chase while we look around."

But it turns out there is not much to see.

Though they pass many houses, more than they expected at first glance, they all appear empty. Once Naruto tries to catch a peek through the dirty, frost-covered windows, but the spying yields nothing.

"You shouldn't do that."

Everyone jumps as—in the same manner as the lone sentry—a skinny, wan child appears, like the sentry, as if out of nowhere.

"Why are you here?" he presses.

Sakura moves forward, offering the boy a kind smile. "We're just travellers passing through."

"Why would you travel here?" he asks bluntly. "Lowlanders don't belong here."

"We can really, really see that," Naruto murmurs to himself.

"I remember some Lowlanders like you," the boy goes on, unaware or uncaring. "They left...I think. I never saw them again." Sasuke and Kakashi exchange significant looks. "I doubt I'll see you again."

He walks away without warning, singing softly to himself in an unnerving monotone.

"All in favour of getting the hell out of here?" Naruto suggests.

"Not yet," Sakura says and nods to something up ahead: the supply store of which the sentry spoke. "If there's a merchant of some sort there, I bet he'll know something."

The store itself is homely, but surprisingly, the sallow-skinned shopkeeper is a little more forthcoming than his fellow villagers.

"You're not from Rōran," he says, tone more surprised than unkind.

"Everyone says that as if we are not aware of that fact," Kakashi remarks mildly.

"Well we...we don't get many visitors," the man says, honest enough, but he sounds nervous.

"This place is so remote," Sakura agrees. "Can you tell us about it?"

The man shrugs noncommittally. "How would you describe the place you only know as home?"

Something is not right in here, Sasuke decides, studying the barren walls of the store. There is a familiar tang in the air that should not be in a merchant's abode.

"I can think of a few words about mine," Naruto snorts.

"We need to resupply," Kakashi says. "Basic rations, healing kits, blankets..."

"I don't have much, but I suppose you can take a look," the man says, as if it's not his business to see to the needs of customers.

The falseness of the entire thing begins to grate on Sasuke, and while Sakura starts to barter with the man, he wanders around the room. As he explores farther away from the counter, the sharp smell in the air becomes more pronounced. It appears to be coming from a door to the back of the store.

Sasuke frowns and moves forward.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" the shopkeeper snaps. "That's private!"

"I smell blood," he replies. That is all it takes for the sallow-faced man to give a sudden unholy shriek and throw himself over the counter at Sakura.

The move is so surprising, she does not react until he has knocked her to the ground, throwing her elbows back to catch herself. He is already pulling something from his belt, a dagger gleaming in the dim light of the store.

"Sakura, watch out!"