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

It was obvious that Saiyaka was enjoying this conversation far more than Yume was. Painfully obvious. Yume didn't call her here to talk about her personal life. She claimed to have no boundaries or limits when it came to pushing others for information, and that was just what made her her. It was a petty excuse, but she could deal with it later. Yume wanted to move on badly. 

"S-Saiyaka-san!" Yume exclaimed, amazed at how far the tokujo dared to overstep where she lay. "I-I would never!" Just the thought of Tsubasa and her disgusted the Kazekage and Yume had half a mind to shove a few senbon in that inappropriate mouth of hers. She tried to block out all the painful words that spilled out of the older woman, desperate not to ruin her fatherly image of Tsubasa. The two were practically related. She was lucky that Saiyaka had stopped herself from continuing onto the next topic, Yume really didn't care to know - nor did she want to. She carried on babbling away about nonsensical things that bore no relevance to the conversation but it was better than talking about other certain things. Anything was, really. 

There was a clear change in attitude when Daisuke's name was mentioned, it was apparent. "Saiyaka-san, you do not understand. What happens to Daisuke is out of my control. It was not my decision to send him to Konoha!" Yume was becoming impatient. Saiyaka didn't seem to understand that the Kages had no say in the matter. Disallowing the jinchūriki to be sent to Konoha was practically rebelling against the Republic. The General had more political power than the Kages. They were merely second-hand. But stopping the one-tailed vessel was a suicide mission. Sending him to the Leaf was a suicide mission too, but that was inevitable. 

Yume couldn't breathe. The tokujo's overwhelming chest was suffocating her. Saiyaka had the jump on the Kazekage, altering personalities as if the previous conversation had never taken place. It did Yume's head in. She felt her legs going numb, strangely, but she was determined to get out of the situation. The younger kunoichi felt a tinge of regret as she struggled to squeeze out of Saiyaka's tight grip, feeling fainter and weaker by the second. She pushed at the woman's shoulders, twisting and turning until at last she broke free. Yume stood on the opposite side of her office, panting and resettling her hat. She brushed off her clothes and straightened up, acknowledging the fact that this would be one long-ass journey.

[centre] [b]Aiko[/b] [/centre]
 
Aiko felt silly, standing at the door, waiting for Ria. When the Uchiha swung the door open and grabbed her hand without warning, Aiko nearly swung her fist straight into the jōnin's face. She was wearing more appropriate clothes today but was just as random and hasty as usual. Red camellia flowers floating around daintily in the sky, presumably a variation of Ria's teleportation ninjutsu. Finally, she was going to get some work done.