[log] After-effects
Who: Okuzaki Akira, Umino Iruka
Style: Action
Status: Closed
Where/When: 7/29; Konoha, a little bit after Madara "decapitates" Kakashi for all to see.
Warnings: Angst? Uhh ... will add more later.
[After seeing that and after forming some form of thought, it was like a bulb flicked on, blindingly bright, like a surge of an electricity fuse. Iruka didn't even think twice, pushing off his desk, grabbing his sandals and heading straight for the boy's home. There was no time to look formal and prim, because in his mind, only his concern for Akira reigned.
He knocked first, sharp, firm, hoping nothing has happened to the boy, hoping maybe, Akira didn't see that ... not yet. His own feelings pushed aside, Iruka stood firmly, eyebrows knitted, determined.]
Akira! Akira, it's me!
[Akira was beyond the door, he could feel his chakra. Iruka had no qualms breaking in if he had to, if he didn't get an answer. Only decency and politeness kept him firmly rooted to the ground.]
Style: Action
Status: Closed
Where/When: 7/29; Konoha, a little bit after Madara "decapitates" Kakashi for all to see.
Warnings: Angst? Uhh ... will add more later.
[After seeing that and after forming some form of thought, it was like a bulb flicked on, blindingly bright, like a surge of an electricity fuse. Iruka didn't even think twice, pushing off his desk, grabbing his sandals and heading straight for the boy's home. There was no time to look formal and prim, because in his mind, only his concern for Akira reigned.
He knocked first, sharp, firm, hoping nothing has happened to the boy, hoping maybe, Akira didn't see that ... not yet. His own feelings pushed aside, Iruka stood firmly, eyebrows knitted, determined.]
Akira! Akira, it's me!
[Akira was beyond the door, he could feel his chakra. Iruka had no qualms breaking in if he had to, if he didn't get an answer. Only decency and politeness kept him firmly rooted to the ground.]