[thread] rama rama hare hare [Asuka, Hoshino]
[[set just before Team 8 lays siege to the Yuuhi stronghold.]]
It was different than not liking the hospital because Kiba was in it. She still wasn't one-hundred-percent behind the hospital existing, but there wasn't that acute sense of something being wrong. It was different; Asuka wasn't her teammate, or even her sensei.
Not that she had a sensei.
That was what was troubling the Aburame girl primarily as she slipped through the (thankfully) quiet white halls. The physical pain in the back of her chest came from worrying about people outside of the hospital. She wasn't visiting someone she was angry at, or even someone she was displeased with. It was the way a person was meant to visit a hospital: out of simple friendly information-gathering concern.
Simple and friendly.
Hoshino hesitated only a moment to mentally regroup at the door. Meaningful glances from hospital personnel told her when the appropriate amount of lingering had passed, at which point she slipped in her usual calm silent way into the room she'd been directed to. She wasn't worried about waking the older woman up. If Asuka was sleeping, it simply meant more time to contemplate exactly what she wanted to bother her about. The thought was only half-formed, after all; it was simply imperative that she make this connection again, assure herself that it still existed in whatever form it did before she joined her teammates on their mission to besiege their... to besiege Yuuhi Kureno's home.
Somehow, it had also been imperative that she bring Konchuu with her. The creature was nestled happily in the depths of her left pocket, gnawing on one of the girl's curled fingers enthusiastically (which was only permitted because it prevented the feline from mewling and giving away its presence). She wasn't sure what instinct had prompted her to allow the still too scrawny furball to tag along. Her best guess was writing it down to the tugging feeling which always almost got her dragging puppies to the hospital when Kiba was injured.
The tugging feeling being the edges of her sanity unraveling just a little more with every passing day, of course.
It was different than not liking the hospital because Kiba was in it. She still wasn't one-hundred-percent behind the hospital existing, but there wasn't that acute sense of something being wrong. It was different; Asuka wasn't her teammate, or even her sensei.
Not that she had a sensei.
That was what was troubling the Aburame girl primarily as she slipped through the (thankfully) quiet white halls. The physical pain in the back of her chest came from worrying about people outside of the hospital. She wasn't visiting someone she was angry at, or even someone she was displeased with. It was the way a person was meant to visit a hospital: out of simple friendly information-gathering concern.
Simple and friendly.
Hoshino hesitated only a moment to mentally regroup at the door. Meaningful glances from hospital personnel told her when the appropriate amount of lingering had passed, at which point she slipped in her usual calm silent way into the room she'd been directed to. She wasn't worried about waking the older woman up. If Asuka was sleeping, it simply meant more time to contemplate exactly what she wanted to bother her about. The thought was only half-formed, after all; it was simply imperative that she make this connection again, assure herself that it still existed in whatever form it did before she joined her teammates on their mission to besiege their... to besiege Yuuhi Kureno's home.
Somehow, it had also been imperative that she bring Konchuu with her. The creature was nestled happily in the depths of her left pocket, gnawing on one of the girl's curled fingers enthusiastically (which was only permitted because it prevented the feline from mewling and giving away its presence). She wasn't sure what instinct had prompted her to allow the still too scrawny furball to tag along. Her best guess was writing it down to the tugging feeling which always almost got her dragging puppies to the hospital when Kiba was injured.
The tugging feeling being the edges of her sanity unraveling just a little more with every passing day, of course.