I let out a deep sigh as I stood before the gates of Hell aka Yukio’s office. My invitation letter was hard to grip with my quivering hands. This was it... I am going to die. I took a moment to get my breathing under control, huffing and puffing out of control followed by my erratic pacing from left to right. Seriously, I was starting to look like a mad woman trapped in a padded cell. Finally I drew the strength to place my knuckle against the door but I didn’t knock. Damn it, why was this so hard. I removed my fist from the door without knocking and instead started to contemplate my life with my head hung low. Perhaps I just needed to put this unannounced meeting into perspective... best case scenario *image of Yukio’s foot cracking solid concrete*, and I don’t want to know the rest. Worst case scenario, *image of Yukio’s foot cracking solid concrete*, that seems vaguely familiar and yet still to scary to think about. Ok, I’ll just knock on the door, hand him the letter and just close my eyes and maybe he can’t see me. Yep, one day I’ll be famous for my good ideas. Shacking my head I’d raise my fist once more to knock. My fist shacking worse than before. It took every muscle in my body to knock on his door... probably why it sounded like someone was punching the doors and why it echoed throughout the halls. I’d stand there petrified with the letter in front my face as if I were hiding behind it.
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[requesting Anbu sennin]
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[requesting Anbu sennin]