Konohagakure's Kakashi Hatake & Nina Sarutobi have only lived & prepared to die by the Shinobi rules.
Amid an intensive investigation into a spate of mysterious deaths, a birthday party for the elusive Copy-Nin sets off a chain reaction no one quite...
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(Tuesday> September 15> Kakashi's birthday> Akimichi's Bakery)
~Genma~
Genma watched on from against the bakery wall, arms folded, as Guy handed over the money in exchange for a rather large box on the counter. "You know he's not going to be happy about this."
"Nonsense," Guy proclaimed, flashing a wide smile. "You can't have a birthday party without a cake."
Sighing, Genma followed behind Guy, who struggled to navigate through the crowds with the oversized boxed dessert. In all the years he'd partaken in birthday celebrations for Kakashi, not once had he witnessed him actually eat the cake. Yet, Guy would order one from Akimichi's bakery each year, and without fail. The design was somehow more outrageous than the previous year, and this year's creation was no exception. Genma would have to make sure he was well out of Hatake's reach tonight when the cake was brought out; that's if the elusive Copy-Nin made an appearance.
Kakashi's alibis ranged from his poor time-keeping skills, apparent laziness, and lack of people skills to the curious and unknown—like the man himself. Genma let out a laugh.
Konoha has a serious cat infestation if you were to go off the favoured excuse from the Copy-Nin.
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(Konoha's Hokage's Office)
~Tsunade~
Half of a sake bottle into mission reports, Tsunade was disturbed by a recognisable knock at her door. "Come in," she ushered, clearing desk space for the incoming files. Tsunade was used to seeing her subordinate tired—any decent medical-nin would tell you that it comes with the territory. Still, the bags under Nina's eyes seemed darker and heavier, and her entire posture was slumped unevenly. Nina's past fortnight's workload included hospital shifts—many of which were back-to-back—and then there was the investigation into the five deaths.
Tsunade exhaled heavily through her nose, "Go home, Nina. Take today..."—giving the bedraggled kunoichi another look over—"and tomorrow off." She grinned at Nina's stubborn pride showing through her attempt to somewhat straighten her stance.
