“Your voice. It’s giving me a headache. I would prefer it if you stopped talking.” He spoke in one quick motion. He wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. If he could warn Shikamaru, he would. His eyes narrowed as he glanced to Hidan. “Are you sure about that now? I may not have a choice, but I don’t think you know as quite as much as you think you do.” Whoever his partner was, he would be shocked if they could put up with this.
“Mm. I’m sure you can.” He rolled his eyes in annoyance before picking up the pace, easily dodging random obstacles in his way. “Yeah, yeah. Understood. It’s going to be quite a scene for me to just waltz into Konoha. But.” He shrugged. He then came a stop, a number of feet away from Konoha’s gates. They were hidden in the trees. He reached up, rubbing the back of his neck. “I really don’t want to do this..” He sighed, reaching into his pouch to pull out a large brown cloak. How this could fit in his pouch is beyond him.
He slipped it on before allowing himself to transform into a somewhat older man. He looked at Hidan, licking his lips a few times. He had a slight hunch. “Don’t make any comments.” He scowled before slightly waddling his way over to the gates. He got in easily, claiming he was just a traveler. Making his way to Shikamaru’s house, he knocked a few times, awaiting for someone to answer the door. Hopefully..it wouldn’t be him.
Shikamaru was sitting in his bedroom not really doing anything. Today was very boring. Nothing was happening. No one was home. It was just boring. When he heard a knock on the door, not really caring who it was. If it were Chouji or Ino, they would simply walk in without knocking. Shika wasn’t really interested who was at the door. He figured that they would go away eventually. When the knocking persisted he groaned and walked downstairs. He opened the door and didn’t recognize the cloaked man. “Can I help you with something. My parents aren’t home, come at a later time,” He shut the door and resumed his post up in his room.
Asuma opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t form any words. His body grew rigid at the sight of Shikamaru. When the door was shut, he scowled. He had no choice but to do this. He jumped up to his window, opening it and stepping inside the room. Since he was in there, they were now face to face. “Shikamaru.” He said sternly, before he released the transformation, now himself again. “To shut the door on your old sensei..” He let out a sigh, approaching him, making sure the cloak hid most of his face. If his heart was beating, he would most likely feel as if we was going to have a heart attack. His body trembled. He wished he could tell him the misery he was going to experience. He dropped to his knees, his head in his hands. “…Shikamaru..”
Shikamaru went back to reading. He was reading abook about Shogi…which made him think about his departed sensei. When his window was forced open, Shikamaru jumped. He immediately jumped off the bed and ran to his door. He was in fight mode now—until he heard his sensei’s voice and saw his face “……..A-Asuma-sensei…….” He bit his lip hard and stared. “This can’t be…you’re dead. This has to be someone playing a damn trick, which one of you assholes is it?” He brought his hands up and was about to do some handsigns—but he couldn’t bear to do something that could hurt his sensei. “…..look” He looked down “Whoever you are just….get the hell out…..my sensei is dead.”