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Untitled Part 7

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Hinata had been safe for the past week and decided it should be ok for her to return to work. She pulled on her work clothes and looked over at the still sleeping Tobirama. She pulled on her biking gear and grabbed her backpack with her work shoes and supplies in it. She slipped out of the room soundlessly as not to wake the sleeping man. She sighed and made her way down the hallway and into Hashirama's living room.

"Oh hey, going back to work?" he asked, and she nodded with a smile. "Yeah, I still have a mortgage to pay, you know." She sighed, and he nodded. "I understand that completely. Is Tobirama not going with you this time?" he asked, and she shook her head with a soft smile. "No, he just fell asleep, so I wasn't going to wake him up. He's been adamant about going everywhere with me when Madara or you can't. He deserves some rest." she said and Hashirama gave her an unsure look.

"Do you need me to follow you to work, just to be safe?" he asked, and she shook her head once more. That was right before the rumbling of engines coming up the street was heard. "You're all set then I see." he mused, and she just repressed a small laugh as she took off out the front door. She backed her bike out of the garage and pulled her helmet on her head. She looked over at the two bikes that had pulled up and they nodded to her as she rolled the rest of the way out of the driveway.

She took off down the street and in a matter of seconds the much faster bikes caught up with her. She knew they could take off and leave her in the dust at any given second, but she also knew they wouldn't do that to her given the situation. She looked over and nodded to the burly man to her left, who nodded back. No doubt the man had an all too familiar sharp toothed grin on his lips, such was the nature of the shark man.

She looked over to the man on her right with the swirling orange and black helmet and she nodded to him as well, which he returned. She knew he preferred to keep his helmet on and that was fine with her. She had been the one to take care of him after his crash after all, so she knew what he looked like. Half of his face was scarred, as well as that same half of his body. He had been damn near crushed under the car that had hit him, but he recovered wondrously.

She had seriously been doubting if the man was ever going to recover, but she was surprised when he had and continued riding like nothing had happened. She was proud of him for his persistence honestly. She looked back ahead of her and leaned to turn to the right down a nearby street. She resisted the urge to close her eyes and enjoy the rush she felt, because she was driving and not a passenger.

The wind whipping at her leather gear made her resist the urge to grin, the speed steadily going up on her speedometer made her heart race. This was an adrenaline rush like no other. Her eyes drifted up and she caught sight of flickering lights of all colors. Her lips parted slightly, and her heart fluttered in excitement. There was a fair getting set up and she wanted to go. She loved the fair, she always had.

She looked over at the guys on each side of her and they were relaxed on their bikes. She leaned forward and gunned it a bit and burst out into laughter when the two of them rushed to catch up with her. Obito waggled a finger at her and said something, but she couldn't hear because they hadn't connected to each other's comms. She knew he was probably scolding her, and that was ok, she should have known better than to try and ditch them, her safety was on the line after all.

She took one last look at the fair before she made her way to the street that led to the hospital. She didn't want to go to work, but she needed to. She sighed and pulled up into the ER parking lot. She shifted gears and put it in neutral. She kicked down her kickstand and turned off the bike. She hopped off and pulled her helmet off. The two men did the same and she smiled at them. "You need to be more careful." Obito said and she nodded.