1Sorry this is out so late. If you're into a lot of my stores, you'll be hearing this a lot....sorry.

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As always, no one listened to her. She was supposedly the 'smart one'. Well, if she was so damn smart then why didn't they take her opinions into consideration? That argument never went over well.

It was 8:00 at night and it was time for her knock out gas. She was sitting on her bed trying to meditate as her shrink recommended. It was hard, though, as her ear was trained on the door.

"They're late." she said as she finally broke her pose. She couldn't stand it anymore. She pulled the clock up on the wall screen. 8:02. Definitely late.

She hopped off the bed and strolled to the door as machines smoothed the wrinkles on her bed. She wrapped her knuckles against the one way glass and waited. When nothing happened she banged her fist against the door. Still, nothing happened. A sigh escaped her.

Her feet carried her to the other side of the room. If she did this often the Hokage would find out it was her doing it. She breathed onto the almost invisible finger pad in the corner of the room. The last finger print appeared and the pad dinged its approval. A key pad slid out and she quickly typed in the combination, overriding the door system.

The door to her room and the door to the monitoring deck glided open. She walked out and stepped into the three person deck. There, Iruka was fast asleep.

No. 1 glanced at the wall screen. 8:05. "You're late." she said, her voice hard.

Maybe it was the fact that this had never happened before. Or maybe it was because she could easily cause extreme havoc with him asleep. Or maybe it was because he was so cute when he snored. Whatever it was, she stood frozen to her spot, contemplating her next move.

With natural grace, she walked forward and bent down. No. 1 reached her hand out and traced the scar on the bridge of his nose. The scar tissue was soft and had set farther down into the skin making a little valley.

Iruka mumbled and she quickly drew her hand back. He sighed and stilled, his head on his folded arms. A smile grew across No.1's fact as she turned around. And that was when she was attacked.

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Iruka jumped up from his sleeping position, grabbed the gas mask, and caught her from behind.

"What the...?!" she cried before he could strap the mask on her face and tighten it to fit her head. She mumbled and kicked as he tried to find the lever that would release the gas. He had her body in a tight death grip but her head still jerked from side to side. Iruka's muscles were wearing out fast and he started to sweat.

The lever was located on the right side of her head below her ear. The scientists had warned him to only push it half way. That would be enough to get her to sleep. If he pushed it all the way it would either knock her out for a very long time or kill her. He couldn't think of a better way to piss the Hokage off. Overdose her prized fighting machine with knock out gas.

Iruka had to keep her head stable enough so that he wouldn't over exert the force in which he pushed the lever. With a last ditch effort, he completely let go of her and wrapped his arms around her head. With her head in control and her body thrashing under him, pushed the lever, stopping at the halfway mark, and felt her body slump against him. He sighed as he held her in his arms. Now that, that was over, he thought as he wiped the sweat away from his forehead, he had to get her to the bed.

He scooped her up bridal style emitting a groan in the process. Fresh sweat broke out on his face. She had to weigh at least 200 pounds! But it made sense of you took into consideration the muscle training she puts in and the heavy mechanical objects that they inserted into her body.

Maybe it would have been easier if he had tried to get her to the bed before he gassed her. His eyebrows rose at the thoughts that entered his head. He shook them away before they could take root. Now was not the time.

With labored breathing, he opened the doors, walked to the middle of the room and dropped her on the bed. He smoothed her disarrayed hair from under the face mask and out of her face then pulled the covers over her.

Back on the deck, Iruka looked over the many switches, buttons, and computer options. "Which one, which one...." he mused. He pulled up the main screen on the flat screen. An outline of No.1's body appeared. Little red points were placed on her head and on the middle of her chest. Iruka touched the point on her head.

The dream options popped up on the screen. Iruka looked through the main settings and the more detailed ones and shrugged. "I'll play with it later." he said as he picked the default setting. He watched silently as colors swirled onto the screen. Apparently that's what she was dreaming. The calm blues and greens swirled together in a motion without a pattern.

Satisfied, he started to go back to the main menu but an alarmed beep stopped him. Looking back at the dream screen he noticed blotches of red and black interrupting the other colors. The flashing exclamation point read 'disturbed'. A color scale popped up below it.

"So she's trying to break through, is she?" Iruka said with a smirk. He dragged his finger up the blue and green color scale and in a last thought added some pink. "She's gonna hate that but it's gonna keep me from monitoring the color scale all night.

He finally went back to the main menu and touched the main body point. Graphs of all kinds popped up explaining to him how her body was functioning. Everything looked exceptional to him.

"Just in case..." He dragged his finger up on the temperature scale, increasing her body temperature. "That should do it." With that, he sat down, propped up his feet, and watched the dream screen swirl.

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So that's the third chapter. I hope you enjoy it. I did. It was fun making up my own little monitoring deck with all its little button and stuff. I would like to play with that. Review. Please and thank you.

Sincerely, straightjacket