Misao was a ninja, and ninjas are trained to be able to do a lot of things at one time. So running and thinking at once should have been no problem.
Should have been.
She rubbed her forehead gingerly, and glared at the wooden doorframe that had viciously attacked her out of nowhere. Stupid door. Aoshi-sama's things were right inside the door, so she didn't have to look for them, and Misao was on her way back to the room in no time flat.
Aoshi-sama had noticed she wasn't a little girl anymore! This was good. This was better than good. This deserved Super-Special-Extra-Happy-Oniwaban-Style-Glee(tm)!
And he'd made a friend, too. Friends were good. Misao herself had lots of friends, but as far as she knew, Aoshi-sama didn't have any outside of the Oniwabanshuu. And Sano's friend seemed nice enough – he'd made that picture, hadn't he?
…
…
And she'd just passed the room, hadn't she?
Yes. Yes she had.
Misao gritted her teeth, and added hallways beneath doors on her list of things to be very angry at.
"Aoshi-sama! I have your – oof!"
… Doorways were possibly the stupidest ideas anyone had ever come up with.
Ever.
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Here we go – next chapter. I'm in a hurry and don't have time to respond to any reviews, so I'll do them tomorrow. 'kay? Sorry!