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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(Wednesday> September 24> Morning> Amegakure> Mr Baku's Shop)
~Kakashi~
As Kakashi turned a page, he looked over the top of his book. Sarutobi disliked being fussed over, but be that as it may, she was trying her best to be tolerant and compliant.
Well, sort of.
"You're being more fidgety than usual," Kakashi said with his eye back on his book.
"I don't fidget," Nina shot back.
Kakashi's hand snatched at the air, catching the projectile that the huffy kunoichi pegged at him. He brought his hand down, pinching the small piece of sewing chalk between his thumb and forefinger. Mr Baku shook his head as he attempted to retake Nina's measurements.
Positioned as Kakashi was, he placed the chalk next to the book Mr Baku used to record customers' measurements on the counter he was leaning against. At a quick glance, nothing listed on the displayed pages was suspicious.
The village was the same.
No faces or names spoken matched anyone listed in the Bingo Book. Everything was orderly and as the day before. Excepting today. Tenzō with a notice from Amegakure's Kage to hand to Kimi and Yuuma.
"Third time is indeed the charm," Mr Baku remarked. Kakashi watched the elderly man write down three measurements, not knowing if he should laugh or hang his head. "Your turn."
~Nina~
Nina opted to wait outside, escaping the overwhelming whir from the sewing machines. She slumped down the glass shop window until her bottom hit the pavement. After ruffling Pakkun's head, she pulled her book from Jiraiya out of her shoulder bag.
Unlike Kakashi, so far, she'd read ten-fifths-of-fuck-all. It was easier for him because his book was smaller than hers, making it pocketable. Nina sighed.
There it was again-her irrational irritation with Hatake over something trivial.
"I don't fidget," Nina mumbled, turning a page. "Hey!"
Nina's sloppy swipes for her confiscated book were for nothing; Kakashi was already out of reach and slipping her book back into the bag. Mission or not, reasonable or not, she rooted herself in place with her arms crossed, uninterested in yielding to one of the Copy-Nin's stupid games. "I want my book back, Hatake."
"As you wish," Kakashi responded.
With a slight tug, Nina was on her feet and staring at her bag, which she was sceptical would be returned to her.
"Is it waterproof?" Kakashi asked as he slowly slung the bag's strap over her head.
"I don't think so." Nina wrinkled her nose, thrown that she hadn't thought to ask the question before making the purchase. "Why?"
