The Annual Globe rode on the wings of the rising sun. Three hours to the start of the annual festivity and less than three hours into his sleep, slamming doors, rushing waters and shuffling feet hung in the atmosphere, a rarity, an extra early preparation for the day ahead. "The most dangerous things can be found in the smallest of bodies," Kakashi muttered to himself. He hung his head in the embrace of his palms. "What does that even mean?" He sighed. "Not today, not today," he got on his feet, his knees grew weak and he fell back into the comfort of his sheets. "Maybe another quick sleep won't be bad." He closed his eyes with a smile."Kakashi!""Who is that?!" Kakashi voiced in a high-pitched tone."Are you still sleeping?" His raised brow suggested familiarity. That has to be her, no? What if you heard wrong… I didn't hear wrong. That was clear. Kakashi kicked off the sheets. He walked hurriedly to the door. Yes! He swung the door open. "What are you doing here?""To get you out
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