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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 encounter.
Kakashi-san had completely missed two days of work. No matter how habitually late he was, Misao was sure that meant something was wrong. After chatting a bit with Naruto, Sakura and Shikamaru, she left the work site and set off for the hospital. It probably wasn't a good idea for her to wander around, what with both Suzaku and Sasori looking for her, but she couldn't worry about that now. Kakashi's life could be in danger - if he wasn't really dead.
Still, she wasn't going to let down her guard. She quietly made her way down the streets, her eyes constantly roaming around and taking note of every shadowy corner. Her kunai were stashed underneath her belt on her back and the kodachi she had found the past weekend was sheathed at her hip. Her right hand was constantly hovering over the hilt of the sword, ready to draw it at any given moment that someone or something were to attack her.
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 encounter.
Kakashi-san had completely missed two days of work. No matter how habitually late he was, Misao was sure that meant something was wrong. After chatting a bit with Naruto, Sakura and Shikamaru, she left the work site and set off for the hospital. It probably wasn't a good idea for her to wander around, what with both Suzaku and Sasori looking for her, but she couldn't worry about that now. Kakashi's life could be in danger - if he wasn't really dead.
Still, she wasn't going to let down her guard. She quietly made her way down the streets, her eyes constantly roaming around and taking note of every shadowy corner. Her kunai were stashed underneath her belt on her back and the kodachi she had found the past weekend was sheathed at her hip. Her right hand was constantly hovering over the hilt of the sword, ready to draw it at any given moment that someone or something were to attack her.