Blooming In Both Worlds (Kakashi) Book 2

4- Ibiki's Problem

Asoka POV

I sighed, still in the library, and did the summoning Jutsu for my phone. When I got it, unlocked it, and checked it. I saw that I had like, fifty unread emails. I looked at them, and slowly read through them.

"Asoka-

'Soka-

Lowering your Car Cov-

ASSHOLE AWNSR ME-

Are you looking for women in your are-

DAMN IT AWNSER ME-

HomeStuck Up8 of Ships for-

PLEASE TELL ME YOU ARENT A FIG OF MY IMAGI-" And such were the many names of the subjects.

My eyes twitched at some spam emails, and I deleted them, and composed an email to Kiki, explaining what had happened since the last time I wrote to her. I pressed send and waited for a while until it sent. Sighing I grabbed up a handful of the books, and went to the couch, seeing it was already made up.

I smiled and placed the books down by the front of the couch, onto the floor. I layed down under the blankets and quietly read until I felt my phone vibrate.

I looked down at it for a minute before unlocking it and checking my nodifications. Another new email.

'YOURE ALIIVEEE! ITS ALI-' I clicked on it

It was Kiki pretty much freaking out and she had written down a realllly long email.

But there were a ton of things I learned with that email.

1) Apparently all traces of me existing in that world seemed to be erased, and put into a fan fiction.

2) She met Rami, and learned she was my twin.

3) Her brother's been kiddnaped by the Mafia, and N.A has been taken hostage aswell. The Mafia really can't let Kiki go.

4) The Elevator from Get Smart, really exists.

5) She thought I was dead, and she was insane.

6) She's waiting for my babies.

7) She needs to be locked up in a room made up of pillows.

And yeah. Pretty much.

I sighed heavily, and shook my head slowly, replying back with a text, with all the responses needed.

Adding an emphesis that me and Kakashi didnt even get close to far.

And sent.

Sighing I continued reading and reading, and soon found myself in darkness.

Was I sleeping?

I found myself floating in the same darkness that I had seen before that one time during the invasion.

The darkness grabbed onto my arms, it's grasp painful, and it pulled me up.

"Are you unsure of things?"

It was the question game again, was I not allowed to dream peacefully? I began to wonder.

What things would I be unsure about?

I'm unsure of the awnser to be this question. Oh my god Stop it. My head hurts with all these stupid contridictions.

"Yes. I'm unsure and conused." The grip on my hands loosened and slowly dropped me what felt like the ground.

"Are you afraid?"

"...Yes."

"Do you know what you are afraid of?"