Day 28; Bus 3

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There was, Naomi decided, some sort of cosmic irony in all of this. Not that she was trapped in a deranged and possibly other-worldly asylum with a man she'd idolized for years and a boy who was being investigated for - among other things - the murder of her fiance. No, at this point, those were perfectly normal occurrences. Rather it was the soft, pretty, feminine pink sweater dress she'd been stuffed into in the morning. A chance to wear normal clothes, and she looked like a soccer mom. The white blazer and white boots only made her look like a soccer mom who maybe hadn't given up gogo boots.

It was humiliating. Why couldn't she have jeans and a sweater? And sneakers? Something she would conceivably wear? Not this damned pink monstrosity. And her nurse kept saying how pretty she was.

She didn't care if she looked pretty.

Grumbling to herself, and taking it out on her muffin, Naomi was shoved onto an empty bus and told to 'sit tight'. Oh, she'd sit tight alright....

At least she was relatively certain L was alright. She'd spent the whole night with him, and other than falling on his ass, nothing had happened to him. And hopefully nothing would happen to him in town, either....

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Zabuza considered the woman for a while and then a slightly sadistic grin crossed his face. "Maybe you aren't completely useless, girl," he said. That was probably as close to a compliment that Zabzua could manage.

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Sheska had a feeling she was getting the hang of this. Give what you get, and the man would respect you. But she didn't like being so straight forward or mean, so she was going to try and keep it neutral. So long as she didn't get scared or upset, maybe she could get off the buss alive and relatively sane and happy.

Her greatest concern right now was to eat her muffin without getting any on her face while the bus rattled onwards.

"Where are you from?" she asked, quietly enough that he could ignore it if he wanted.

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"Kirigakure," Zabuza replied. "Do you know what that is?"

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Sheska thought about it. She could have given up right away and figured he was, like a lot of people, from an entirely different world. However, she didn't want to seem an idiot. Once she'd run through every geography book in her head, she gave in.

"No....?"

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"It is the Village Hidden in the Bloody Mists," Zabuza said. So it wasn't the literal translation, it was the one he liked best.

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Sheska thought about that. It sounded like something out of a story, but no story was coming to mind.
"Is that something to do with Ishbal...?"
Well, that'd explain why he was so angry at everything....

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Zabuza shook his head. "No. What is Ishbal?"