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[itachi_girl]

Who: Misao, anyone who wants to meet her at the hospital or anyone who's still looking to silence her once and for all XD
When: Late afternoon, October 1
Where: The hospital where Wiskay and others went to investigate
Rating: PG or PG-13?
Warnings: To be updated
Summary: Misao goes to look for Kakashi but isn't sure of what she will find or who she'll

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[somes_auditus]

The blond had not taken two steps within before there was a swish of warm chakra about his ankles. The bells stopped.

"Honestly, I can't take you anywhere," was the smooth reply as Sasori followed him in. But the smirk - it could have been labeled as nearly pleased - he gave his friend belittled the cold words. But those bells would alert things of their coming. Sasori loved secrecy, the thrill of the ambush.

The redhead looked around with some distaste. "Everyone spoke of it so much," he mused, unhappily, "that I thought perhaps it was a real hospital, with some useful tools in it... like scalpels, long fingers, syringes... thread. Needles." He sighed. "I suppose we might as well look. I can salvage most anything."

Sasori paused a moment, tilted his head, and lifted a hand; a crate, supported by his chakra, lifted up and a pack of rats scurried out. "...I've seen cleaner things in Murugu's room."

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The streets had been quiet enough, with no one else around. Having arrived at the hospital, Misao carefully examined each room, looking for signs of Kakashi. She passed room after room with not even a single clue.

Sighing in frustration, worried that it might be too late, Misao suddenly stopped in her tracks when she heard a slight jingling noise. Turning to the sound of the voice that soon accompanied the jingles, her hand immediately clutched the kodachi at her waist. Glaring at Suzaku, she replied, "Hell no. Why would I want to do that? I'm looking for someone else."

[happyviolent]

Sakura was having a hard time believing it. Had he really, well, died? This was Kakashi they were talking about, her sensei who seemed to always get hurt pretty badly, but never that badly. He always found a way out of the hospital, or managed to avoid it, much to the dismay of everyone. Yet, if what they said was true... But how? Who had he run into? Was it... but no, he would not do that... Maybe an Akatsuki member? It was hard to say, since half the people here were a bit, shall we say, strange. Still, yelling at Naruto, Sakura had left their house, clipping her pouch onto her belt, and taking off

[somes_auditus]

Standing just barely in the doors of the cantankerous building, Suzaku before him having a discussion, quote-unquote, Sasori had a wide range of visibility inside and out of the building. He felt the new, fresh chakra - one he knew well - but didn't turn. He turned his head toward Suzaku, thus giving himself a chance to look, through his hair, out at the street. Nothing, yet... but it was there.

One of his little hands reached up and grasped the back of Suzaku's tunic, with the slightest little tug to get his attention, then tugged back, still gentle, to let him know someone - someone Sasori knew - was out there.

[somes_auditus]

Attention turned back to Misao. Sasori regarded her with a patronizing gaze, tilting his head to the side, and then to the other side, as if sizing her up.

"Well," he began, as though addressing a small child, "if you promise not to feed her and walk her... Well, yes, I suppose you can keep her! Of course, Monica!" Sasori smiled up at his friend.

"After I kill her and make a living puppet out of her corpse, of course." Sasori glanced back at Misao, and, very slowly, a smirk built up. His eyes turned up into half-moons, very creepy to be seen, considering their pale color.

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"Shut-up!" She yelled, annoyed by their childish, patronizing talk. "You're both so pathetic, you know? Nothing better to do with your time, huh? Gods."

Misao's hand moved from the hilt of her sword to her back where her kunai were stashed. She was much more competent using them than a blade she had only acquired a couple of days ago.

She was sorely tempted to throw a fistful at the both of them at that moment but she knew that would have been very stupid. Making the first move wasn't always a good idea. She kept her hand in place though, ready to pull out her kunai if either of them decided to make a move.

Damn it. I hope the others show up soon. She thought to herself.

[somes_auditus]

"Aww!" Sasori gasped, covering his mouth with a hand, before reaching up to pet Suzaku's hair gently, like an injured child. "You hurt Monnie-kin's feewings wif dose words, yeth oo do!" he cooed soothingly.

[digital_fangs]

Wiskay was unhappy. His search of the hospital had turned up little of interest, and now it seemed that there was trouble brewing outside of it. The fact that he had his attacks back was not enough to console him...Wiskay was hoping to carve out a part of the hospital for himself, but that would have to wait.
He sat silently in a room on the second floor, listening--and watching what he could see--to the scene unfolding below.

[checkdisoutmofo]

Naruto would have arrived sooner if he had known the exact location of the hospital. He mentally slapped himself for not asking for directions before. Maybe he should have gotten ready faster so he could've left with Sakura.

He was worried about Kakashi. He knew that once you died in this place, you could come back but it didn't matter. He was supposed to protect his friends no matter what. He thought he had lost a friend and it was by fluke that he was brought back. Naruto vowed to himself never to let any of his friends come even close to death that day. It was too painful to watch a friend go through pain like that.

Luckily, his powers were back so he was able to do his shadow clone jutsu, allowing him to cover the area more quickly. Once one of his clones found the building, Naruto rushed over.

There was a group of people in front of the building doors. He saw Sakura among them and darted toward her side.

"Sorry," he apologized, "I should've been here sooner."