Characters: Shizune
Summary: Shizune after work. Drabble.
Pairings: No pairings
Author's Note: I can just imagine Shizune thinking like this.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Somehow, the work day always ends right at the point where Shizune is ready to throttle a subordinate or put a few senbon through a less than cooperative patient (Naruto), and even though she loves her work, she's more than happy to turn over the card and go home to her tiny apartment and get what rest she can before repeating the whole process all over again.
Joy.
She leans down on the futon, sitting area and bed, staring up at the ceiling, the smell of rice from her supper still lingering in the air.
Shizune sighs, and laments the monotony that has come to define her life. Traveling with Tsunade wasn't always enjoyable—her mistress's drinking and gambling addictions left Shizune running around to distraction—but at least it never lacked for excitement and diversity, even if all of those bars and gambling halls looked exactly the same.
Now, everything's just plain blah. Every day's the same: Work at the hospital, try to force Tsunade to do her paperwork, end up doing Tsunade's paperwork herself, track down the aforementioned shirker to bars Shizune would be terrified to set foot in if it weren't for this. Rinse, and repeat.
Ah, well.
Shizune gets up, and pulls the paper out of a cabinet of drawers with the ink pot and stylus.
Time to brush up on the hit list before heading off to bed.