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2013-06-10 04:50 am (UTC)

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“Make that two,” Raidou told Genma and his open comm-line. Agent chatter hissed and crackled on the line, commands getting snapped between alerted ANBU. “You catch that, base?”

“Already working it,” Hajime said. “Got teams locking the other candidates down. How bad?”

“Cluster-fuck,” said Raidou. “Akiyama’s dead. Tousaki’s stable, but needs a full medic. Hatake’s got a scalpel in his shoulder.”

And no real inclination to let Raidou get near him, which, yeah, made sense after a full day of being chased by spooks in masks and getting sliced by a teammate.

Genma’s masked face whipped around like someone had tasered him. “Bring him over here in the light.”

“Working on it,” Raidou said calmly.

He’d crouched to check Akiyama first, in the interests of proper triage, but the smoking hole between the man’s ribs was pretty definitive. Kakashi was still on his feet, at least, watching Raidou from the corner of one grey eye, lean chest heaving. He was significantly less relaxed-looking than he’d been this morning. His shirt sleeves had been torn off and fashioned into some sort of strange object hanging off his belt. His bare arms were caked in black dust, the left red-streaked, the right bandaged around the wrist and sleeved in Akiyama’s scorched blood to the shoulder. His jounin-vest was splattered with dried dark stains. The jutting scalpel looked like a surgical event gone wrong.

Despite all that, and the extremely pale quarter of skin showing around the one eye, Raidou wasn’t prepared to take Yondaime-sama’s former student lightly. Particularly not when he’d just seen Kakashi pin a man through two walls like a beetle.

Quietly, he snapped two fingers, making Kakashi twitch.

“With me, Hatake?” Raidou said.

Something flickered, there and gone, then Kakashi’s blank, adrenaline-blanched look turned extremely dry. “Present,” he said.

“Care to join the medic?” Raidou invited, gesturing at Genma.

Kakashi’s eye tracked, but stopped when it reached Ryouma, fixing on the skin melting back together like wax beneath Genma’s fingers.

“I can wait,” he said.

“I’m thinking no,” said Raidou. “On account of the bleeding stab wound. Tousaki’s fine, it’s all surface stuff. How about we make sure you keep a functioning shoulder?”

Kakashi lifted a hand, slotting his fingers either side of the scalpel and pressing down hard, staunching the blood flow—which would have been an excellent step if his hand wasn’t covered in gross. He didn’t look away from Ryouma. Either something very nasty had happened in that cave, beyond what Raidou had heard, or something else was needling the genius, because that was not a man operating on all visible planes of reality. Hatake’s head was elsewhere.

Of course, he had just killed a teammate.

The green glow lessened, and Genma turned fully, still crouching. “Hatake,” he said, accessing the special medic voice that grabbed you by the spine. “I need you to come over here now.”

Kakashi took a step, then his attention went back to Raidou. “You need to get Minato—” He stopped, corrected himself. “Yondaime-sama here, right now.”