| Picking Up the Pieces [Closed to Kuromaru and Ryouma] |
[Apr. 6th, 2009|09:51 pm] |
[[Takes place March 20th, one day after Don't Wanna Fight This War and two days after Make it Right.]]
Kuromaru picked up the plush puppy, now missing its other eye, and trotted out the door.
"Where're you going?" Tsume called after him, her voice drifting down the hall.
"To see Ryouma!" He didn't know if she understood--his mouth was full of stuffed dog--but he didn't wait to find out, either. At some point she'd remember that even if he was injured, she wasn't his alpha--had never been his alpha--and he didn't have to answer to her.
Ryouma was the alpha!
Kuromaru stretched out his legs, covering ground rapidly. Down the corridor, past the elevators, around another corner and back up, following the hall to the other side of the U-shape. He dropped his plush puppy on the floor and rose onto his hind legs, pawing at a door handle.
It didn't turn. He dropped down, bit the knob carefully, squeezed until the metal dented under his teeth, and turned.
It still didn't turn.
Kuromaru sat back on his haunches and glowered. "Ryouuuuuuma!" he howled at long last. |
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| Wild Dog in a Nest of Vipers [closed to Ginta, Tsume, & Ibiki] |
[Apr. 6th, 2009|10:44 pm] |
[Takes place Saturday, March 22, three days after Don't Wanna Fight This War, and two days after Picking Up the Pieces]
Ginta was just on his way out his door when he ran into Tsume and Kuromaru. That wasn't unusual--they were neighbors. But seeing them in the company of Abe Jimon was. He knew the man more by reputation than direct experience. Officially he was one of Intel's debriefers, but rumor held that he worked Internal Ops, handling the sort of debriefings that followed mission failures, agent deaths, suspicions of treachery...
"Hey Tsume, Kuromaru," he said casually. "What's up?" He nodded a half-bow to Abe, who returned it with stiff-necked formality. "You coming in or going out?"
Tsume gave their escort a sharp-eyed glance. "Going out, apparently," she said. Her voice held nothing more alarming than irritation. Kuromaru, at her side, evinced a distinctly doggy version of the same sentiment, shaking his ruff and grumbling something so low it sounded like a growl.
"That good, huh?" Ginta asked. He gave Abe a cool look. "Something going on a friend ought to be concerned about?"
"Not at all, Sakamoto-san," Abe replied smoothly. "It just happens that I was delivering a request to Inuzuka-san to go over some details of her latest mission. Since she happened to be in, we agreed that there was no time like the present." ( His smile made Ginta itch. ) |
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