The Main Branch Sennin was normally a woman of very strict punctuality. Someone that arrived the very minute she was needed, on the very second. So, it was marked as strange when she came rolling into work with a cast around her right leg a full hour late. Strange not because of her injury, which not a single soul in the KIS believed held her back much at all despite the nature of the break in her femur…but because she was late. Rei stumbled out of the elevator with shades on, the luminescence from the tube lights far to much for the headache that was wrecking her. She walked with a hobble, the cast making it hard to move, but to her own surprise there was very little pain at all. The warrior knew that the leg was still broke. It shifted ever so odd when she moved it just right but, there was something off in how casual the pain was. It was nothing compared to whatever the hell was causing the migraine.
Yet that still didn’t stop her from getting into her office, settling in, and getting right to work on documents. Well, at least for the first hour it didn’t. Before long she found herself being jostled awake by one of her agents. The sudden spark back into waking conscious when she hadn’t even realized that she had fallen asleep drove the metaphorical nail back into the Sennin’s greymatter. A genuine whimper actually escaped Rei’s lips. She looked up to see who had the balls to actually shake her awake though, and found the entire staff standing in her office looking in with judgmental eyes. She began to yell for them to get out of her office as a fury began to boil up out of nowhere; but found her mouth was full of peanut butter. Or felt like it. A glint caught her eye and she looked down to see her desk full not of paper but the bloody forehead protectors she had recovered from the lycan-turned shinobi out of her branch. The urge to vomit, scream, and cry hit all at once, but she couldn’t do either. The Sennin reached up to her mouth to claw at it, tearing at her own face as the mask became suffocating. The bloody torn flesh revealed fur beneath, wild eyes burned a golden yellow as the pupils quickly slanted. The need to kill overwhelmed every sense in Rei’s mind.
She launched herself at the staff from behind her desk.
Rei snorted awake, jumping from the vivid nightmare as she looked around. She was in the hospital. Her leg was still in a cast. With a shaky hand the doctor touched her face to find there was no fur. No scars from tearing at the skin….
…but a voracious hunger remained…
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Yet that still didn’t stop her from getting into her office, settling in, and getting right to work on documents. Well, at least for the first hour it didn’t. Before long she found herself being jostled awake by one of her agents. The sudden spark back into waking conscious when she hadn’t even realized that she had fallen asleep drove the metaphorical nail back into the Sennin’s greymatter. A genuine whimper actually escaped Rei’s lips. She looked up to see who had the balls to actually shake her awake though, and found the entire staff standing in her office looking in with judgmental eyes. She began to yell for them to get out of her office as a fury began to boil up out of nowhere; but found her mouth was full of peanut butter. Or felt like it. A glint caught her eye and she looked down to see her desk full not of paper but the bloody forehead protectors she had recovered from the lycan-turned shinobi out of her branch. The urge to vomit, scream, and cry hit all at once, but she couldn’t do either. The Sennin reached up to her mouth to claw at it, tearing at her own face as the mask became suffocating. The bloody torn flesh revealed fur beneath, wild eyes burned a golden yellow as the pupils quickly slanted. The need to kill overwhelmed every sense in Rei’s mind.
She launched herself at the staff from behind her desk.
Rei snorted awake, jumping from the vivid nightmare as she looked around. She was in the hospital. Her leg was still in a cast. With a shaky hand the doctor touched her face to find there was no fur. No scars from tearing at the skin….
…but a voracious hunger remained…
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