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[h2][color=fuchsia][b]Aoi Don Maquia[/b][/color][/h2]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ojPozIS5cPk]Good Morning Rain![/url][/center]

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The previous day was almost a blur to Aoi, sure she remembered most of it but couldn't recall why she behaved the way she did, especially toward Akio. The next morning she had to get up early, but these thoughts that slowly morphed into regret kept her mind in shambles and thus the night wasn't too grandiose. When the sun began to rise, she awoke while leaving her lover to have a prolonged rest, especially after what happened the other day. Quickly packing her things and dressing up as any clown-Jonin hybrid would, colorful but formal. As she stepped out of hr home, she noticed that the rain was still here, and yes she could hit it bang on the roof and the windows, but the drops were just as thick as the time when Ayame summoned the drizzle. The effects were not the same on Aoi anymore, the clown didn't have the shocked reaction as she did the day before. No, it lacked the brutality and the symbol, it just felt like rain at this point. Grabbing an umbrella left hanging on a raincoat, she'd proceeded to go do what she had to do. 

She had to get to the Hokage's mansion early today, apparently bureaucratic duties were not entirely cancelled despite the blatant coup d'Etat that occurred less than 24 hours ago. She wasn't in a hurry though, her rendez-vous wasn't one with a fixed appointment but there was a deadline for her, so she got up extra early to meet that limit without any issues, something quite responsible for someone like her. There were a lot less people on the street and a lot more shinobi on guard at the outskirts and the heavily frequented areas of the city. It didn't strike Aoi too much, but such details couldn't just be ignored by her ninja spirit. Finally arriving at the quite large Hokage residence, she skipped down a couple of neighboring buildings and hopped down to land on her feet, the umbrella slowly drifting down over her before she'd catch it by standing back normally. Just about that time, her phone vibrated. When the name of her lover popped out, she felt somewhat disinterested in opening it, mainly because she already knew what it was going to say. It made her feel bad deep down, that'd she'd be left alone, especially after what happened, but she kept it to herself for now.

The building had just opened and the peace and quiet the mansion would usually have was quickly overwhelmed by the flood of people wanting to drop complaints or express their concerns about x thing. A lot seemed quite deluded to the fact that the Hokage spot was usurped, many just coming here for the daily grind or similar mundane things. Aoi was here for typical Jonin work, getting papers done to get Genin and Chuunin formalized and ready for whatever the council wanted them for. Today the harlequin had to fill out forms regarding a certain Akimichi who needed his Chuunin papers reevaluated before being sent to future missions. Apparently a heir of some sort, but that detail didn't matter, what mattered was that the required secretary was late. Again. Aoi waited, as always, and quickly got bored to the point where the lines in the tiling became a lot more interesting than her. And thus the line game came to be: She had to dodge every line as she walked from left to right, back and forth to kill time. 

In the midst of her silly antics, an astonishingly familiar voice echoed through her mind. A voice she hadn't heard since at least highschool. At first she looked around the crowd of people lined up at the front desk, barely recognizing anyone. But with the second more powerful call, she'd capture a glimpse of a very tall, bald man she didn't recognize at all at first. But by associating two ideas together, a name finally emerged in her tiny, clueless mind. 

"[color=fuchsia]Daisuke-Senpai?[/color]" 

She asked with a grimace that translated dumb confusion more than anything else as she fixated the man for  a brief moment. Her head tilted to the right as she thoroughly assessed just what was going on. But finally, upon seeing his distinct facial structure and the fact that very few were as tall as him around these parts, the reality of the situation struck her head like an Akimichi rushing to the nearest BBQ restaurant. 

"[color=fuchsia]Senpai?! What the where were y-... WHERE IS YOUR HAIR?![/color]" 

Her eyes widened when Daisuke's status of cueball was as confirmed as Half-Hidan 3. She rushed toward him before performing the inevitable 'glomp', or better known as a hug tackle for the hermits nearby, attempting to squeeze the life out of the male despite his big size. Her small arms wouldn't be able to do half his circumference, but it didn't matter it was her Senpai after all. Looking up at him, she seemed overwhelmed by joy to see him. 

"[color=fuchsia]Wow it's been so long! Where the heck were you?! Hey let's talk at erm... The lounge yeah! I can help you too ya want~[/color]" 

She proposed as she tugged on the man's forearm, attempting to drag him over to the nearby Jonin lounge where coffee was shared and couches were abused by the slackers. She didn't have doubts that he'd follow, anywhere would likely be better than this never ending line. Once inside, she'd quickly jump on the free couch since there was barely any staff member around considering the recent circumstances. She tapped on a spot next to her, inviting the man to sit. 

"[color=fuchsia]C'mon! Tell all about your life, I'm in a gossipy mood right now so be ready boi-senpai![/color]" 

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[h2][color=khaki][b]N.C.4[/b][/color][/h2]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=33-3SdK5dHQ]Eyes Like Cold Steel[/url][/center]

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The cold eyes of N.C.4 seemed to show complete apathy toward what Chihiro was trying to communicate in regards to Gin's value as a comrade and human being. To the robot, he was a sacrificial tool from the start and this outcome was more than just anticipated by the board, let alone the being capable of calculating probabilities. N.C.4 was almost fazing out Chihiro's pleas with a much different thought process at this point as it evaluated their current possibilities. Considering they had seemingly shrugged off one of the assailants and the other was much farther away where Gin was, it would be safe to say their area of operations wasn't as thin as it was a few minutes ago. When Chihiro had finished her moral session and Gin promptly confirmed his willingness to sacrifice himself for the good of the mission, the humanoid machine would take the opportunity to remind the Hyuuga of the situation. 

"[color=khaki]Hiro. Mister Gin is neither from Konoha nor a priority. You and the pendant are. Both he and I will die to exact this objective, like it or not. Perhaps the [i]Quiet Game[/i] you eerily speak off may be adequate for such a dire situation, especially if you'd elaborate on it, don't you think?[/color]" 

N.C.4's obvious lack of sympathy toward Chihiro's convictions would likely encourage the Hyuuga heir even more to act irrationally. As it would be translated with her resulting words and actions. Though she seemed to finally comply with the only sensible alternative, her tone did show an undeniable externality: Her current emotional state. Although a liability wouldn't be the right term, she certainly was a difficulty added to the already deadly dilemma they were confronted to. She wanted to run off, but it wouldn't be hard for the robot to grab her forearm in order to stop her from going any further. 

"[color=khaki]Do not hasten this, Hiro. I suggest you collect yourself and listen. Feedback is always welcome. The plan is we Henge ourselves and blend into the spooked crowd. They'll likely be unable to differentiate us from the masses and the upcoming local shinobi will provide distractions.[/color]" 

As it announced its train of though, it pulled Chihiro along with it before forming the Kai seal. It had slightly modified its appearance and had itself where a hoodie to appear as inconspicuous as possible in such a shady time of the night. Chihiro would be invited to do the same, a good hood to hide her active Byakugan which would be their best asset in getting away from the scene. Walking through the curious and worried masses that would swarm the nearest representatives of authority for guidance. Panic was also a great tool to get around with, many people rushing and acting irrationally would easily conceal individuals trying to escape. This would be amplified with Yooparai's recent explosive attack to get out of the sewers. 

"[color=khaki]Keep en eye on them. The Shinobi are visibly closing in on the seismic activity and the explosions. This is good, the perimeter's holes are thicker than ever at this point. We should be able to escape.[/color]" 

As they were nearing the outskirts of town, the darkness of the night would make it easy to get around surveillance, especially with both of them having visual prowess that allowed them to predict patrols from a good distance away. They were nearly out, but it wasn't safe just yet, they still had a long trip ahead of them and given Chihiro's condition, it may be another issue the robot would have to address.