She’d grown up under the artificial sky but that didn’t make Yume any less curious about the stars. Her father had shown them to her whenever they made a trip to Soons and explained how he had used the constellations to navigate his way to Suna many years before. The ground was even different on the surface, its temperature changing with the climate instead of the temperate constant of the cavern. These small differences were enough to keep the inquisitive Inuzuka occupied for many hours when she’d rather not be home. There wasn’t anything wrong with home it was just that Shinji had gone out and it didn’t take a genius to know what he’d be up to tonight. Books were a better distraction than incessantly worrying if her brother would find himself chasing the wrong tail.
After her shift at the hospital, she had gone home long enough to pick up the book that Uri had given her and headed for the Grand Library. It was late, but she still had a few more hours. Curled up in a large chair with her fox dozing in her lap, Yume thumbed through her new book, occasionally referencing a history of Rain country. It wasn’t a large tome but it held enough information for the young woman to figure out where it was in relation to Suna. She wanted to know exactly what stars she needed to follow to in order to find Amegakure. Between the hushed tick-tock of her wristwatch and the soft breathing of her fox, the exhausted mednin was soon struggling to keep her eyes open. Maybe if she just rested them… for a moment… just… a… momen... zzzzzzz.
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A crackle on her headset would wake her a few moments later. It had slipped off her head when she passed out but was trapped between her ear and her arm, leaving a thin impressing of the microphone against her cheek. Rubbing her bleary eyes, she sat up, bumping CuRua awake as she readjusted her headset and clicked a button to respond.
This is Sagasu Yume responding. Go ahead.
The owner of the Rouge Rogue is reporting a disturbance outside of his establishment.
Isn’t that sort of an ANBU thing… or Main branch? What time is it?
He said that someone is passed out and no one is willing to carry them to the hospital. We’d send the ERT but the attacks have kept them busy. It’s 10:30… were you asleep?
No… Nope. Just reading. I’ll head right over. Yume out.
Scooping up her friend, she draped him over her shoulders and put the books on the return cart on her way out the door. A pang of guilt gripped her for a moment before she dismissed it for more pressing issues; she’d make sure to apologize for not putting them away next time she was in.
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The red light district was a place the Sagasu siblings had different opinions on; Shinji enjoyed his time there while Yume made a point of staying as far from it as possible. Keeping her eyes averted from any unsavoury folk, she hurried to her destination, ignoring any attempts to make conversation. Turning the corner to the alleyway that held the entrance to the Rouge Rogue, she found her patient face down in the gutter of the cobble stone lane, clutching a bottle under one arm. It was possible that they were drooling but she couldn’t tell due to the drainage water that streamed passed. With a grunt, she would angle the drunk’s arms and legs so that she could leverage her patient into a sitting position against the wall and out of the muck. Oath of Benevolence or not, she sometimes wished that she could ignore certain calls and let nature work itself out. Oh the glamour of the medical field!
[MFT; WC: 652]
After her shift at the hospital, she had gone home long enough to pick up the book that Uri had given her and headed for the Grand Library. It was late, but she still had a few more hours. Curled up in a large chair with her fox dozing in her lap, Yume thumbed through her new book, occasionally referencing a history of Rain country. It wasn’t a large tome but it held enough information for the young woman to figure out where it was in relation to Suna. She wanted to know exactly what stars she needed to follow to in order to find Amegakure. Between the hushed tick-tock of her wristwatch and the soft breathing of her fox, the exhausted mednin was soon struggling to keep her eyes open. Maybe if she just rested them… for a moment… just… a… momen... zzzzzzz.
~~~~~~
A crackle on her headset would wake her a few moments later. It had slipped off her head when she passed out but was trapped between her ear and her arm, leaving a thin impressing of the microphone against her cheek. Rubbing her bleary eyes, she sat up, bumping CuRua awake as she readjusted her headset and clicked a button to respond.
This is Sagasu Yume responding. Go ahead.
The owner of the Rouge Rogue is reporting a disturbance outside of his establishment.
Isn’t that sort of an ANBU thing… or Main branch? What time is it?
He said that someone is passed out and no one is willing to carry them to the hospital. We’d send the ERT but the attacks have kept them busy. It’s 10:30… were you asleep?
No… Nope. Just reading. I’ll head right over. Yume out.
Scooping up her friend, she draped him over her shoulders and put the books on the return cart on her way out the door. A pang of guilt gripped her for a moment before she dismissed it for more pressing issues; she’d make sure to apologize for not putting them away next time she was in.
~~~~~~
The red light district was a place the Sagasu siblings had different opinions on; Shinji enjoyed his time there while Yume made a point of staying as far from it as possible. Keeping her eyes averted from any unsavoury folk, she hurried to her destination, ignoring any attempts to make conversation. Turning the corner to the alleyway that held the entrance to the Rouge Rogue, she found her patient face down in the gutter of the cobble stone lane, clutching a bottle under one arm. It was possible that they were drooling but she couldn’t tell due to the drainage water that streamed passed. With a grunt, she would angle the drunk’s arms and legs so that she could leverage her patient into a sitting position against the wall and out of the muck. Oath of Benevolence or not, she sometimes wished that she could ignore certain calls and let nature work itself out. Oh the glamour of the medical field!
[MFT; WC: 652]