3 Jutsu: [Action]

[teachingpeace]

[Action: Incredibly early in the morning.]

[It was still dark outside and Nagato already knew he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. That dream had been... He'd woken up like this more than once since his memories had been interfered with, it's true, but he hadn't remembered why.

He hadn't remembered the dreams. Now, he was somewhat mortified, very confused, and extremely concerned if this was some kind of revenge from his Sensei from beyond the grave. Given the man's later works and his philosophies where women were concerned he wouldn't exactly be surprised but...

But that still didn't make it any less strange, or embarrassing, or confusing, given that he'd never had dreams like this in his life.

Though, to be fair, he hadn't exactly been healthy enough for that to be the case. Not that he realized that this, more than a determined ghost of Jiraiya, was the cause of his disturbance.

No, instead he just dressed, and went hunting outside for somewhere to train to try to get his mind off of it, and to try to... calm his nerves.]

[Action: Later that morning, before noon.]

[Getting his mind off it hadn't worked. No, instead, if anything, he'd picked at his thoughts mercilessly because he'd given himself time to think about it instead of keeping himself occupied with something intellectual.

Not the wisest plan he'd ever had. In the end though, he didn't know what else to do, but he needed to know if this was... incredibly abnormal, and the medics he'd worked with were still back in Ame so...

Clinic.

He'd just... go in there... and apparently stand incredibly awkwardly just inside the doorway trying to decide if he should ask to see someone about... this.

He had no idea why he thought this was a good one.]

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[Action, clinic]

[twinlionfists]

[Hinata had chosen that day to spend the morning at the clinic, but she'd gotten so into her duties that it was well after three in the afternoon and she was still there, and hadn't eaten yet either. After being pushed out of the door by one of the other people who sporadically helped at the clinic to go get lunch, she had nearly made it to the door when she froze in her tracks.

Red hair the color of blood...the same shade as Uzumaki Kushina-san's. Except he was male and looking decidedly uncomfortable.

She understood that all too well, so with a bit of courage, she stepped forward to address him.]

E-excuse me, is there something that you need assistance with?

Morning, before Nagato goes out

[origami_ninja]

[She'd talked to Crona about him meeting Nagato at some point. She still had to talk to Nagato about it, and this seemed like a good time. Nagato would probably be awake by now.

Presently, Konan has a bundle of freshly washed laundry in a basket. She stops by Nagato's door, knocking to see if he's available. They've known each other for so long that it doesn't even occur to her that some of those freshly washed garments might be a little embarrassing. They're just articles of clothing, after all. Even if they are skimpy.]

Nagato? It's me.