Kabuto had been studying ( Read more... )

Kabuto wasn't exactly packing; he was organizing. There was really no point in keeping all of his books at Fandom if he wasn't going to be there, and he simply did not trust anyone to take good enough care of them. That was why he was removing books from shelves and sorting them into stacks, preparing them to be sent back to Otogakure without him ( Read more... )

The door was closed, and Kabuto was working. He was typing furiously away at his laptop, occasionally pausing to look something up in a book, or one of his older notebooks.

Having not left his room at all that day, Kabuto had no idea anything strange was going on. That ignorance was something that would be corrected all too quickly.

(expecting ( Read more... )

The disaster across the hall had not gone unnoticed.

It had, however, only made Kabuto smirk and continue on his written correspondence. The letter from Orochimaru was unexpected and very glee inspiring for the silver-haired ninja, finally outlining a new project for him to work on over the summer.

Possibly longer.

This could be excellent.

So this week I started a new job of sorts...I'm in a new department, anyway. While I've been doing training prior to this, this week has been my first week on my own on the phones, as well as the first week with my new shift - which is an hour later than previously ( Read more... )

The sheep had to go ( Read more... )

It was one of the rare occasions where Kabuto was not studying.

He was waiting.

Of course, to pass the time, he did have a book in his lap. So he might have been studying.

But he really was mostly just waiting, the door invitingly open.

(locked to she who knows who she is)

Kabuto had spent the past 24 hours in self-imposed exile. Those who knew him prior to his arrival at Fandom would realize that he was exerting a huge amount of restraint, staying there in his room rather than going out and inflicting wonton damage and destruction to everything around ( Read more... )

Kabuto was in his room, sitting on his bed with a small scroll sitting beside him. The scroll had only a few lines on it, a brief missive. One that made Kabuto absolutely furious; which was why he was here, rather than out at work.

'Sasuke-kun's training requires my attention. You'll get an assignment later.'The rage needed to be contained. The ( Read more... )

Ino was back.That was enough to calm the restlessness Kabuto had been feeling for the past several weeks, soothing the caged-animal feelings he'd been fighting. To have something finally finished and completed was always relaxing, but this especially didn't leave Kabuto's mind any room to still be frustrated ( Read more... )