Chapter I: Disappearances
It was heavily raining; I could see my reflection becoming distorted with every step I took in the puddles. Not many where outside, most were inside either in the hospital or in their homes trying not to get sick. The illness was spreading quickly, and the rain was only making it worse. I stepped from under my umbrella under the balcony to the Konoha Hospital. As I stepped inside, the first thing I saw was a young woman with her deathly ill children at her sides. Her pale face made her seem already half-dead. I walked over to the counter; I asked if he had checked in yet, she nodded her head in a negative response. I then just asked to see Iruka Umino. She said that he had checked out this morning. I looked at her in disapproval. I then walked back outside.
Slowly, I walked through the muggy streets to find Iruka, maybe he might have gone to his apartment. I made myself up the stairway, trying not to slip from my wet and muddy sandals. Once making it up the first flight, I noticed him sitting on the top of the second. I smiled and ran up to him. I sat right next to him, he felt very warm and clammy. "Iruka! What are you doing checking out of the hospital? You're still sick." I exclaimed. "I know, but I got tired of lying in bed. Plus, nobody has seen Kakashi in days; I just wanted to make sure he was okay." Iruka said with a dead look on his face. "Iruka, the rain isn't going to do you any good either. Take my umbrella and go back to the hospital right now, I'll check on Kakashi." He pushed the umbrella away from him and said, "There hasn't been an answer. I knocked more than twenty times already." "I said I'll check on him. Now you get going before you get any worse."
He slowly stood up and took the umbrella out of my hands and headed down the stairs. I then stood up and knocked on the door, no answer. I knocked once more, still silence. At least I knew where he kept the spare key. I grabbed the key from under a loose board on the floor and unlocked the door. It was dark and empty; this man really needs to get reorganized. I closed the door behind me and made my way through his kitchen. Nothing in the sink, not even dishes; no food in the refrigerator. But there was a bit of vomit in the garbage can, I shook at the sight of this. "He must have caught the illness." I said to myself. I then made my way through the living room, the windows were all closed. I then walked again through the kitchen and into his bedroom, which a figure laid in his bed. It was definitely a body, the covers over it.