[centre] [b]Yume[/b] [/centre]

"He is not my... boyfriend, Saiyaka-san," Yume flushed, a little embarrassed that her relationship between Tsubasa could be viewed as such. "In fact, Saiyaka-san, it is not your place to make such a comment but I will forgive you, because I am in a mood to forgive. Tsubasa is nothing more than my caretaker, and how dare you make accusations that he is anything more." The Kazekage refused to turn to face the ex-ANBU, afraid of the hefty comments she would cop if she did. "Besides," she murmured, staring at the ground, "He's a little old, don't you think?" Saiyaka's personality was almost sickening, sweeter than honey itself.

The blood that had risen to her face had simmered down to an acceptable shade, rather than a deep red so she swivelled on her feet and looked at he tokujo, listening as she made her assumptions. "Of course I was aware of Daisuke's leave, but it is not in my power to stop him. Even I cannot overrule the voice of the Republic. I do not doubt Daisuke, and at the same time, I understand and share your concerns of your students. But Saiyaka-san, you must know that sending reinforcements or bodyguards to protect him will only heighten the danger he is already in." 

Saiyaka was uncomfortably close, so close that Yume could almost feel her persona emanating from where she stood. "Saiyaka-san, I summoned you here to request your accompaniment to the Gokage Summit. I trust in your abilities and would appreciate the company; it's a long way there." Yume smiled and adjusted her hat so that the symbol faced centre-on.

[centre] [b]Aiko[/b] [/centre]

Aiko had arrived at Uchiha Ria's house and began knocking impatiently on the door. Just a minute ago she saw the aftermath of a particular fireball, one that was without a doubt Kota's, meaning he had already gotten the early start. "Ria-sama! Ria-sama are you home? I need your help!" It had only been about a minute since she had stepped in front of the door yet Aiko acted as though she had been waiting for hours. She had been knocking so hard that her knuckles were a little white, but she needed to get started, now.