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[When Shikamaru heads down to Asuma's apartment Monday morning, he finds it empty of everything but Kurenai's things and a silver lighter standing on the table. It's wrong, but he doesn't give in to the false hope.
Of course it would stay. Even though Shikamaru gave it back to him, the lighter stopped being Asuma's the moment he picked it off his dying body.
Kurenai must've stepped out before it happened. She's a ninja, and not so senseless to have left the door wide open and run off in her grief. And so he waits for her, and tries to find his words.
After he leaves Kurenai, he has to tell Ino. Team 8 he'll find in person too - he has a request for them on top of this. It's been too long since they've heard a stir from their enemies.]
[It's well past midnight before an announcement comes, after he's made this post and spent a few hours going over the discussions there. When people are either busy with the information he gave them, or asleep.
He smokes a cigarette on his way back to his apartment in the night air, putting it out before he steps into the building, his posture falsely relaxed until he steps into his own room.]
Sarutobi Asuma is gone. [There's a pause and- no, he doesn't think it was mentioned.] Also, Haruno Sakura returned to her world a few weeks ago, for anyone who knew her.
Funnily enough, I haven't seen that masked Akatsuki guy in a while either...
[Too many people to filter that too. It's vague enough, but anyone who needs to know should get what he means. It would have been better news if he'd known before.
He'll answer journal comments in the morning.]

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Not a trace of him.
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[He'll keep his guard up for the next little while just in case.]
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You'd be correct.
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... we should have another game of shogi sometime.
[It's Law's way of saying he's worried for you after all that's happened.]
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[He nearly broke his shogi table when he saw it last night, in fact. Before making this entry. Instead he carefully gathered it up and put it away in the closet. He has no intentions of bringing it out any time soon.]
I have a project I'm focusing on. [He speaks pleasantly about it.] I'm making some interesting break-throughs, but haaa... It is time-consuming.
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I bet it is. [Sounds like he was pursuing something related to this mess, given the comment about games.] You'll have to tell me about it sometime. It sounds intriguing.
[Though his voice is mild and pleasant in turn, the undercurrent is very much concern.
The fallout from this has been so messy all around.]
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It is. My world doesn't have that kind of technology, so it's an odd learning experience.
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... oh? I bet. [Okay better idea now...] Then you'll definitely have to tell me about it over coffee or tea sometime.
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[This is a legit response. He's been learning engineering on his own with no teacher or reference materials, just that old droid replica Tony left behind. Until the guy agrees to give him some real lessons, the most technically he could explain it is "this thing spins" and "this wire is blue". 8|]
Hopefully I'll have a teacher soon.
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Anyways. I should get back to the others.
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[And when the journal closes... it's none too soon.]