Dec 28, 2006 20:29
Kakashi glanced up, peering briefly through the thick haze of the tavern. Golden sunlight poured in through the front door, an announcement of both dusk’s approach and the arrival of the tall, armored man who stepped inside. The heavy wooden door slammed shut behind him, the echoing thud that followed seeming to unnecessarily emphasize the visitor’s unusual height. A hush fell over the pub as everyone acknowledged his presence; it was nothing new to them. The process had become a daily one-a black-garbed, usually intimidating man would come in, scan the area, and leave, occasionally taking someone with him. That was rare, though.
Rolling his eye back to his book, Kakashi gave an inward sigh. His long legs creaked in protest as he swiveled around on the bench to return them to the floor, surrendering the position he had maintained for a little over half an hour. Once the intruder’s back was turned, Kakashi stood without a sound and drew his dark cloak around him, slipped over to the kitchen door that he had been careful to keep nearby, and disappeared inside.
One of the cooks looked at him as he passed. Kakashi made a sign with his hand before hurrying on, to which the cook responded by nodding his thanks as he returned to his task. Seconds later, Kakashi emerged from the alley beside the pub into the street and, after a subtle glimpse left and right, started down the road.
This was starting to become a bother.