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Hatake Kakashi ([info]hatakekakashi) wrote in [info]pandemansion,
Silently perched midway up a peculiarly tall cherry tree, Kakashi surveyed the forest around him picking out any details for further investigation. Still not a leaf out of place. Giving a sigh of frustration, he pushed off the branch landing lightly on his feet ten feet below. He ran a gloved hand through his already tangled and dirty silver hair, looking around yet one more time. This had to be the most boring mission to be put on his record.

“Mah…..Guess this is what I get for ending up in the hospital so many times.” He shoved his hands deep into his pockets and began slowly picking his way between the trees to avoid leaving signs of being there.

He paused as the wind picked up and suddenly shifted directions. Something wasn’t right. Breathing in deeply through the thin material of his mask, he snapped to attention at the strong salt air that was so overpowering and unmistakable. Beach air. But he wasn’t anywhere near the beach. Confused, he ran back up into the trees and along their branches till he could see a clearing up ahead of him. He slowed his pace and came to a full stop in a tree the stood at the edge of the clearing. Spread out before him was a large, farm like estate. The place looked like a castle with all of its floors, windows, and odd structural design. He knew nothing about anyone living out here. Even in the books there were no mentions of this.

Taking the time to sit and observe for a good hour, he finally made up his mind. He wasn’t going to get any answers from the view he had, and there had been no signs of anyone around either. Sliding his pack off his shoulders, he striped his military vest and long-sleeved shirt off leaving only a skin tine black tank on with his mask, shoving the rest in his bag along with his gloves and hatai-ate. Bringing out some gauze, he wrapped it around his head to cover his left eye from sight before doing the same to the tattoo on his upper left arm. The less questions he got, the better.

Satisfied, he shoved the rest of his things in the pack and shouldered it once more before dropping to the ground and making his trek across the fields towards the large building. There was no point in sneaking around. Too many variables that could cause harm to himself or even others. It was best to pose the part of a civilian and approach head on. At the vary least it would throw the other party off giving him a chance to retreat if they proved to be hostile. He let the thoughts drop as he neared the door and gave a loud knock.


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