| [Jul. 25th, 2013|05:36 am] |
Four masked faces turned to study Ryouma like a wolf-pack scenting prey as he stepped over the threshold and shut the door behind him. For a moment, he thought of backing through the door again.
Two of those masks he already knew. The sturdy man in the red crescent moon mask who'd steadied him as Yondaime yanked them through worlds, and the long-haired field medic with the grinning tanuki who'd first treated his wrist and countered Akiyama's poison. Between them stood a wiry, boyish woman with a wild tumbleweed of dark hair and a sharp-faced mask like a rodent with a red spiral on its forehead.
Facing them, staring at him, Hatake Kakashi wore a mask like the cheerful lovechild of a lion and a housedog, and a shoulder-slumping cloak of despair. "Of course," he said.
Apparently Akiyama wasn't the only one who'd observed them talking throughout the Trials. Was Ryouma supposed to be some sort of Growth Experience for Kakashi? He'd be the world's worst Good Conduct prize.
"Oh, lovely," the woman said. She had a low, pleasant alto voice, and she sounded fiendishly entertained. "It looks like you two are friends already."
Kakashi tipped his masked forehead into his gloved palm. "I'm going to file a complaint."
"There's paperwork for that," the veteran in the crescent moon mask said cheerfully. "Tousaki, welcome to Team Six. I'm Namiashi Raidou, Captain. This is Shiranui Genma, lieutenant." He tipped his head to the left. The tanuki-masked medic nodded briefly.
"Ueno Katsuko, continued problem." The woman waggled her fingers.
"And you already know Hatake Kakashi," Raidou concluded. "We need to get out of here before the next team comes in."
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