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Night 41: M51-60 Hallway
Recluse had used his uneventful dinner as time to hammer out and sharpen a new blade for Scourge, and do maintenance on the rest of his own weapons, then changing into his black Arachnos officer's uniform, ready for the night. Then, it had simply been a matter of waiting, impatiently as always, for the doors to unlock.
At least that pompous fool didn't lecture them all that long-windedly tonight. He slipped out into the hallway as soon as his door was unlocked, red eyes glowing dimly in the pitch black corridor.
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At least that pompous fool didn't lecture them all that long-windedly tonight. He slipped out into the hallway as soon as his door was unlocked, red eyes glowing dimly in the pitch black corridor.
[to here]
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There was a dull hunger gnawing at the pit of his stomach, a basic physiological reaction to not having eaten anything all day, but Sasuke still couldn't find anything but revulsion at the idea of food. There was nothing less appealing than the idea of groping around for sustenance.
Sasuke retrieved his sword the moment the door unlocked, wondered for just a moment where Itachi had managed to acquire a kunai, and pushed the thought out of mind. He couldn't think of Itachi as anything more than a concept for now, when the reality of him still didn't really make sense.
Vaguely acknowledging his roommate's farewell, Sasuke headed down the hall as well, moving as speedily as he could.
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