Chapter 7

Iwabee stared blankly. Inojin and Shikadai stood behind Chocho, kneeling in the middle of the lobby. "Hey, guys. What's goin' on?" Chocho looked up, and Iwabee saw the fear and confusion etched on her face as he made his way over. Looking down he only saw as her light was cast on a hairpin in her hand.

"It's Sumire's. Sarada bought it for her, I put it in her hair, myself."

"So, where's Sumire?" The trio shrugged, then Inojin spoke, his hands clasped in front of himself in worry, "She was with us, but she kinda freaked out. She looked like something was really wrong, and then she just… ran off. We heard her scream, but this is all we can find."

Boruto let the idea play in his mind. Could she have gone rogue again?

There was a clatter from the elevator shaft and everyone twitched, reaching automatically for a weapon. Almost everyone.

Kagura watched as Boruto, still shaken up from the message they found, did nothing but stiffen, still on his knees, back to the shaft, easy to assault. Quickly, he reached down and grabbed the blonde's collar dragging him away from the opening, drawing his bokuten. He took his duties seriously. He had been assigned to look after these kids, and he'd be damned straight to Hell before he allowed anything, even a ghost, to harm them.

He leveled his stance, and focused on the door, watching as a hand rose up to grasp the floor, pulling the attached body up.