Night 58: M111-M120 Hallway

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F19.

F19. He repeated the number to himself over and over again even though he still had the note that Shiina had written for him clutched in his hand. F19. The female blocks...well, it was probably a good thing he'd gotten lost there that one night, huh? Made looking for her easier.

Man, what was he doing? He wasn't Hazama, and yet Hazama's memories compelled him to go after her every time he even though of her name; as much as Akumetsu had tried to detach itself from normal society, the fact still remained that Nagasawa Shiina had managed to worm her way into Hazama's heart far more than he'd ever admitted to.

And of course now Niikura got to deal with the aftermath.

The soldiers had taken Edward some time after dinner, but he'd hardly protested even when one of them advanced on him, intending to prevent him from interfering: someone was counting on him to still be in one piece, so he couldn't do anything rash until then.

And he'd given Mike his room number. Mike would be coming here, hopefully still human because otherwise he'd have some explaining to do. He could...probably zip out now and get Shiina while he was waiting; it wasn't too far at all. Or he could wait and then go with Mike. But...how many times had he kept her waiting? Maybe just once, a Shou could show up before the tension got thick enough to cut with a knife.

Niikura groaned to himself as he picked up his flashlight and headed out the door. Stupid Hazama, making everything so complicated.

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Chipp wished he could say he wasn't used to waking up in a dark place with no memory of how he got there, but such a thing was painfully common when he was a kid. On the other hand, he was just as disturbed because the last time this happened to him was over ten years ago, so his reaction was probably quite normal for a man stuck in his situation.

"... Shit, what the hell is going on?!"

Chipp practically flew off the bed as he got up, immediately realizing that something was very wrong. It wasn't just that he woke up in a weird room with no idea how he got there, but whomever was responsible for this put him in really uncomfortable clothing. Just the mere feeling of having his arms covered with starchy fabric irritated Chipp and he started to pull at it, anxiously realizing that it wasn't just his clothes that were taken. His weapons, his kunai, where was it? There was no one else in the room, but that didn't stop Chipp from getting even more irritated by the weird circumstances and it didn't take long for him to check the door out. It opened easily and Chipp didn't even give it a second thought: If someone tried to kidnap him, then they sucked at it.

Peeking his head out of the door and looking down the hall, Chipp only saw that complete darkness was stretching out before him. As far as he could tell, he was in some kind of building, but that was it. Unlike most sane people, the ninja didn't bother rifling through his room for anything useful before deciding to go out; wandering around in the darkness could be considered part of his training. Plus, Chipp had already decided it was much more important to go out and find the bastard who threw him here in the first place, then he could start asking questions about this weird place.

And the sooner he could find his clothes, the better, because this uniform was damn itchy. Chipp grumbled as he scratched at his arms, positioning himself near the wall and making his way down the dark hallway. "What the hell is this shirt even made out of anyway..."

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