What have I done?
Rubbing his hands, Shin went and took a notebook and a pen from his hideaway behind the window ledge. Writing a quick entry about 'unnamed' three year old blonde kid. Shin waited for the Hokage to pass. Hearing a scream, Shin awoke from his dazed state glancing at the clock he calculated three hours passed 'I guess he isn't coming'. Hearing another scream, Shin leaned down and saw a man below holding a small, pale eyed girl.
Shin froze in disbelief. Part of him screamed that this was a trick on his eyes. It was impossible, the Hyuuga compound was renowned for it's security. After all, they had that kekkei genkai the byakugan 359 degree vision. Slumped against a wall. He realized he needed a plan.
Surveying the room he came across three items, a pen, a watch and a clock. This is ridiculous, Shin reasoned. Mentally, berating himself for thinking of such a thing. He leapt out of the window, holding the clock as a shield and a pen in hand.
Shin gritted his teeth, brandishing the comedic appearance he was portraying to the kidnapper. Not that it mattered.
As the kumo ninja turned around, he expected many things. An ANBU guard, a vengeful hyuuga or even the Hokage himself. Not a child, not a child holding a clock in his left hand or a pen in his right. He staggered back and laughed, holding the Hyuuga close to him. No, this couldn't be just any child.
Leaning forward with the hyuuga in arm "A child, they send a child after me!" he sneered.
The back of his neck prickled. The air thickened and seemed to grow heavier, killing intent swirling itself across the street. A sense of dread formed in his stomach, he couldn't move. His heart began to beat furiously. A specter of dampness spread throughout his jeans.
This was a dream he reasoned, a hallucination, nothing more, nothing else just like those dreams of ships and strange clothed men. Moving forward Shin exaggerated his bow and rubbed his hands while putting the clock on the floor.
"What a great performance" Shin said, while tracing the man's form through his pen.
The Ninja grumbled something incoherent.
Licking his lips, Shin, rummaged through his hip pouch and pulled out a notebook and flicked through various notes until he came to a label named dreams.
"Now, what is your name?" Shin cut the man's incoherent grumble with a hard look. Receiving no response, Shin took another step forward and looked towards the teary eyed Hyuuga.
Shin whistled through his teeth, impressed "That's quite a catch, Ninja-san. A Hyuuga no doubt"
"You don't know, what you're spouting about Child!" The Ninja said sardonically, slicing a small cut at the at the still prone girl. "I can kill her, you know. I don't care about the mission, Leaf scum"
"Shut up peasant" Shin said angrily, unintentionally letting out killing intent.
Shin twisted and dodged an incoming kunei, intended for his head with calculative guess: Shin judged the man would soon appear behind him. Kicking the clock, the man slipped and hit his head on the ground. Unconscious.