Glaciero's POV

I opened the folder that Kiba had tossed on my lap, which held a report:

Name: Unknown

Age: Unspecified

Condition: Large stab wound in lower back. Due to inability to stay in room, stitches broke and wound has spread to right side. Left arm fractured in three places and one broken rib. Was unable to wake from unconsciousness when first arrived; may have been exposed to mangekyo sharingun.

Notes: Outsider; genin currently trying to get information of patient's past.

It had the Hokage stamp of approval on the front. I shut it. I didn't need to read more, nor did I have the will to. All I needed to know was that I was in crappy shape and wouldn't dare try to escape again or I really i would /i die! I shut my eyes and rested with my hands cradling my head.

'My only option is to stay here and heal up until I hear of someone who has information. Until then...' I sighed and rolled over. My eyes began to flutter asleep as I saw Kabuto's smug face appear in my mind.

'I i will /i find you.' I fell asleep quickly.

FF 4 days later

Kiba had just left from checking up on me, probably for the last time. I looked at the chair he had sat on, which held the newspaper scroll he had been reading.

'He must have left it by accident. Dogs are so forgetful,' I thought picking it up and unwinding it. The date was from today, so I scanned the front page until something caught my eye. 'Yes... why didn't I think of it before?' There was his name on the front page: Markan Obawazu.

FF 1 day later

I put on my tattered shirt after I had finished sewing it up. It had quite a tear in it do to my fight with dog-boy, and I had just gotten around to fixing it. My bag was packed, my energy was up, and I was completely cured of my injuries. I planted the note next to my empty food tray, uncaring if anyone ever read it, and escaped through my window. I landed gracefully on the ground below and began running towards the gate.

"Today is the day!"

Kiba's POV

'Today is the day.' Glaciero was to be released that day, so I made my way through the hospital halls following the familiar route to her room. I was to escort her to the Hokage's office to complete my mission and finally get that girl of my hands. I entered her room to see an unmade bed and everything gone: no bag, no Glaciero.

"Are you Kiba Inuzuka?" a blonde nurse asked stopping me in the hall.

"Yes, why?" She handed me a small, folded piece of paper.

"This is addressed to you," she said before heading out of the room and heading in the opposite direction. I unfolded the many creases of the tiny paper and read:

Dear Dog-breath,

Sorry I have to skip out on paying for the hospital room. The drugs were nice, but there's something I gotta do. I promise that if I survive I'll hurry straight back! Well... actually, no I probably won't. Kill you later!

Good bye forever,

Glaciero

p.s thanks for the newspaper

"Newspaper?" I muttered to myself looking around. On her side table there sat the news-scroll I was reading yesterday. "I must have left it," I said to myself reading the front page headlines:

(MasakoX Confirmed as Accomplice for Friday Night Heist)

(How Much Chakra is to Much?)

(Zabuza Toy Sword Prices Raised $7.80)

(Markan Obawazu Case Renewed: Evidence Uncovered)

'Obawazu? Why does that sound familiar?' I read down till I found the article:

Markan Obawazu: everyone knows him as Mr. Obawazu, one of the few millionaires in the entire world. The 41 year old started his vastly successful company almost 10 years ago and in 2007 was named one of the top 5 "Most Influential Self-Made Millionaires". Many people to this day still wonder how he acquired his wealth from only selling and shipping motor parts. Not many people, however, know of his shifty past as a government official for the Wind nation. Being second in command, behind warfare official Black-fang Nowack, ...

"N-Nowack?" I asked myself aloud. I continued reading.

..., Markan had almost complete control over the Wind Nation's status of attack, defense, and weapon ammunition. Around 7 years ago, Black-fang was put on trial for betrayal of the sand village, the Kazekage being tipped off

that he was sneaking important strategy documents to the sound village. Nowack insisted that he had nothing to do with the likes of the sound village and insisted that Markan was the one stealing information.

"I assure you, I had no part in it," Markan stated. "Do I look like the kind of person who would do that?" Black-fang Nowack was charged with treason against state and morals and was sentenced to death by starvation. He lasted 6 days.

"... Oh my god... Glaciero..." Was i this /i why she was so bitter?

With Nowack gone, Markan took the place of his fallen comrade and became the new warfare official. Only months later, the Sound village waged war on the sand and demanded a dozen men as prisoners. Unexpectedly, the sand's defenses fell apart and the sound was able to infiltrate. The Kazekage, seeing no other choice, was forced to surrender 12 of his men from his police squad to the sound. They would never been heard from again. Along with the men, $10,000 was taken from the tax vault below their Government building. It was never proven, however, that Orochimaru had anything to do with it. Markan resigned his position shortly afterward and started the business we know today.

Recently, however, new evidence was discovered that may prove differently than the jury. It was found that when bankers were putting money in the vault, a finger print was on the ceiling when looked upon more carefully. The owner of the print, Markan Obawazu, was in the vault on a regular basis, when he was in power, to check if the money was all there.

"I must have forgotten to wear gloves that day!" he commented laughing to himself. Now government officials are wondering, "If Markan stole the money, who says he couldn't have framed Black-fang, as well, all those years ago?" Markan now resides in the mist village, the headquarters of his shipping business, SAD. (Shipping And Dealing) Rumors that Markan acquired his wealth by the means of Orochimaru are still floating around. Others say he must be a member of the Wasaragi clan, who deal in drugs and other matters, to have become so powerful. No re-trial has been scheduled, but police may look into it soon.

'Then... this means she's gonna...'

"Damn it!" I yelled in frustration running out the doorway.

Glaciero's POV

I could see the gates to the mist village as I got off the boat and stepped on the island.

"Sorry," I said to the old rower who had taken me there, "I don't seem to have any money."

"Uhhhh... that's okay! It's free of charge! Just be on your way!" the old man said with his hands shaking in front of his body. There was fear in his voice and eyes, but he kept a cheesy smile on as not to aggravate me.

"Thank you," I replied and kept walking. He was afraid of me, just as he should've been. He must've seen how enraged I was, him having sung show-tunes the entire 1.5 hours there. It was a good thing we arrived when we did because by the end I was ready to grab the pole he was using, chew through it, and throw it overboard. I untied my headband and put it in my backpack so as not to attract too much attention. I appeared to be just a regular civilian, which is exactly what I wanted. I wasn't exactly sure i where /i to start searching for Markan Obawazu. I hadn't read the entire article, only skimmed through it in order to find his location, the mist village. I also knew that he was a powerful crime boss that would undoubtfully have worked with Orochimaru at some point in time and would know his location. As I entered the gates I saw crowds of people all over, looking in windows, chatting with each other, gambling on street corners.

'So, Mr. Obawazu, where are you hiding?' I asked myself in my mind as I made my way into the crowd.