1 Back From the Dead, For Better or Worse... [Private/NK/Lamya] Mon Jun 05, 2017 1:54 pm
Kyohei
D-rank
Kyohei deliberately tapped his finger on the table in front of him, sending a loud echo through the barren walls of the interrogation room located in Konohagakure’s prison. Agitated and sleepy, the Uchiha had yet to receive a straight answer as to why ANBU operatives showed up to his apartment in the dead of night, woke him from his sleep, and dragged him to the prison. Well, it didn’t particularly surprise him that some in the village’s administration might find this a more appropriate residence for him, but that couldn’t have been the case in this instance. If he was the prisoner in this instance he wouldn’t be sitting here with his hands completely free.
“I’ve been sitting here for the past twenty minutes! Is someone going to tell me why I’m here or not? I have work in the morning!”
Once again Kyohei was met with silence, irking him further. He knew that there were people observing from the outside; he had used these rooms dozens of times during his own cases, but for some reason he wasn’t being given any information even though he did not appear to be the “bad guy”. The Uchiha slid down in his chair in frustration, leaning his head back to rest against the back of the chair before letting out a deep, exaggerated sigh, the kind of gesture one makes when they want their behavior to send a keen message to onlookers that they are losing their patience.
Being inside of this prison made him uneasy. He had not visited the facility since his return to the village. He had intended to stay as far away from this place as possible, and now it seemed like confronting his issues was inevitable. He had put plenty of men in here, but none of them on a scale that would require him be brought in at two in the morning with no notice. When asked to give testimony or case information regarding a perp he put behind bars, he would always receive an official correspondence. If he was being brought here, something had happened. And the only person he knew here that would demand any urgency on their own was Orochi Enaka.
“What the hell am I getting into this time…”
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“I’ve been sitting here for the past twenty minutes! Is someone going to tell me why I’m here or not? I have work in the morning!”
Once again Kyohei was met with silence, irking him further. He knew that there were people observing from the outside; he had used these rooms dozens of times during his own cases, but for some reason he wasn’t being given any information even though he did not appear to be the “bad guy”. The Uchiha slid down in his chair in frustration, leaning his head back to rest against the back of the chair before letting out a deep, exaggerated sigh, the kind of gesture one makes when they want their behavior to send a keen message to onlookers that they are losing their patience.
Being inside of this prison made him uneasy. He had not visited the facility since his return to the village. He had intended to stay as far away from this place as possible, and now it seemed like confronting his issues was inevitable. He had put plenty of men in here, but none of them on a scale that would require him be brought in at two in the morning with no notice. When asked to give testimony or case information regarding a perp he put behind bars, he would always receive an official correspondence. If he was being brought here, something had happened. And the only person he knew here that would demand any urgency on their own was Orochi Enaka.
“What the hell am I getting into this time…”
385 | 385