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Izuna Uchiha [Part 10]
Third Person

Every morning, the same thing. Dragging himself out of the warm bed was one of the hardest things to do, dragging his feet across the floor of his bedroom and into the shower took so much effort. Most of the time in the shower was spend slumped against the wall, finding it too much of an effort to even reach out for the liquid soap and splurt it onto the loofer. What was it they said that caused people to act like this in the morning? Low Blood Pressure? That sounded like a perfect excuse for Izuna, blaming it on that poor excuse instead of just admitting the truth. He was just not a morning person.

Dressed. Downstairs. Still not awake. Breakfast should wake him up enough, only that most mornings were spent on the run, grabbing a prepared meal from the cook that could be eaten with one hand, the coffee that his nephew... son... family member had made for him, already prepared in his therma mug. There was no time at all to sit back and just relax, enjoying breakfast is what the unemployed people did. Eating on the run Izuna was accustomed to, juggling the bacon and egg wrap, mug and straw for drinking with ease, and to top it off, his briefcase under the arm to add that extra element of hardness to it. Oh, keys. Car keys. He could have been born into the circus, performing the steadying balance act with eat to get them out, into the door and then start his car up for that drive into work.

They had a personal driver that Madara abused, being chauffeured around sounded great, until you fell asleep in the backseat and weren't woken up to go inside the building. Driving was supposed to be a good remedy for the bad at waking up person, stuck in traffic would put anyone on edge from the constant braking and moving forward a couple of feet, maniacs that had the bright idea that they could cut ahead. A wide yawn said otherwise in the case of Izuna, stuck waiting for it to clean up, rubbing his eyes to fight off the daze. One day he was going to wrap his car around a pole just like his brother had done on more than one occasion. That would have been an interesting one to clean up, the amazing stories he would have to come up with to tell the Police on why he had slammed into a light post and continued to sleep against the airbag.

Only a few stragglers were around on the ground floor by the time he arrived, the building not yet alive with office workers and those who were, crowded around the cafe to get their own early morning fix. The perfect chance to slip by unnoticed and into the elevator, the button pushed to go up to the top floor where his office awaited him. welcomed by the sounds of complete silence when the doors opened. The voice inside his head whined that he didn't want to go to work today, trying to bribe him with anything and everything to turn right around and go back home. Izuna wasn't going to give into them at all, feeding the brain a bit more coffee while he went to his desk and sat down, greeted by a pile of newspapers and magazines in front of him.

The morning treat, scouring the scandal magazines for any gossip on what might have gone down in the night time hours when he couldn't patrol them. Loud sounds of slurping and sucking for that last drop came from the cup that was now empty, trying to distract him from the routine with his call for a refill. He had an assistant that could easily prove themselves to be efficient and adjust to the way his morning worked, but of course what fun would that be? He was going to have to wait until he had scouted out any potential messes to clean up.