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Uchiha Itachi ([info]fallen_itachi) wrote in [info]fallen_leaves,
@ 2008-01-07 18:59:00

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Night Vision [closed to Itachi & Kakashi]
Itachi didn't even bother asking why he was the one chosen to debrief Hatake. He already knew.

How fortunate for them that Itachi had his own interest in the man's Sharingan.

The clan was not happy with Hatake having a Sharingan eye. Approximately a third of the clan never awakened the recessive doujutsu. Of those that did, not everyone achieved full mastery. So to learn that not only was the Sharingan in an outclan, but that said outclan had somehow mastered it, stuck in the collective craw. Itachi himself didn't much care about Hatake's eye, except the intense curiosity to find out exactly what it could do. Itachi had been nine when his cousin Obito had been killed. He had had no contact with the other Uchiha during the boy's life, and really only heard of him after his death. What Itachi heard about Obito didn't impress him much. Hatake was much more interesting.

Itachi knew whatever he learned would have to go back to the clan in some form. Even if Intel had mandated the questioning due to the mission specifying that Hatake was to copy a jutsu, the answers would still go back to the clan. How much information depended largely not on Hatake's answers, but Itachi himself. He operated under the ideal that one should never reveal everything one knew, and that one should only reveal as much as was asked. No elaboration necessary. Living by this meant he was never satisfied with the answers he did obtain - a handy asset when extracting information. Painstakingly exact, he had considered Torture & Interrogation until he realized they rarely went on missions and that simply wouldn't do. If he was to test himself, he needed to be out there, experiencing the world and pushing himself to the ultimate limits.

He mounted the hospital stairs with the habitual silence of a trained operative. A detour on a previous floor relieved a harried nurse of a capped syringe of mild tranquilizer, now tucked under a strap of his body armor beneath his shirt. As he wanted, no one remarked on his presence. He was a shadow in plain sight, unobtrusive, becoming noticeable only when he wanted to be. Which he didn't.

He found Hatake's room easily enough, slipping inside without a sound. Both Hatake and Sakamoto were completely zonked, but the large German shepherd on Sakamoto's bed lifted its head presumably as soon as it caught Itachi's scent. (Seeing as he could pass within inches of woodland creatures and not disturb them, he doubted the dog heard anything. But he didn't discount the possibility.) It didn't look pleased, and Itachi looked at it right back. One of Hatake's dogs, then, if the scarf-cape was any indiction.

Itachi considered. He didn't know much about Hatake's summons-dogs. Knew he had them but had never met them himself. No way of knowing what their capabilities were besides human-level intelligence. He also knew he didn't want Sakamoto waking while he debriefed Hatake. He lifted a hand, ready to cast a light genjutsu on Sakamoto when the dog growled. Interesting. He let his hand drop and 'let go' of the chakra he would use for the genjutsu. The dog stopped growling but the wary watchfulness was indeed palpable.

Very well.

He reached inside his shirt to get the syringe, and the dog began growling again. "It's just a mild sedative," Itachi said quietly, moving carefully towards Sakamoto and keeping his own eye on the dog. "I wish to speak with Kakashi-san without interruption. Not that he--" here Itachi indicated the man the dog guarded "--couldn't use more sleep."



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[info]fallen_kakashi
2008-01-08 12:18 am UTC (link)
Kakashi stirred slightly at Hoshika's growl, moving just enough to pull on his IV. The slight flare of pain wasn't enough to wake him up. He winced, slender eyebrows drawing into a momentary frown before his expression smoothed over once more, hidden by the sheet pulled up and over his maskless face. He settled, breathing deep and even.

Ordinarily Hoshika's warning rumble would have been enough to yank Kakashi back to consciousness, fully awake and bristling at the threat. If, indeed, there was a threat. But a week’s worth of coma, preceded by the excessive painful chakra drain and a lovely case of pneumonia meant the copy-nin wasn’t exactly currently fighting fit.

Hoshika’s brown eyes fixed on Itachi’s face, lips drawing back to show sharp teeth. She didn’t trust this man. He was certainly not a medic, and he smelled odd to her. Wrong in some basic way. His clothes were civilian, which told her nothing. He moved like a shinobi, smelled like a shinobi; metal and the iron scent of the jutsu he hadn't completed. Her hackles rose, bristling, and the growl deepened in her throat as she prepared to bark and summon a medic-nin. To wake Ginta and warn him of this unsettling new threat.

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[info]fallen_itachi
2008-01-08 12:36 am UTC (link)
Itachi did not appreciate the growl. Nor did he want to chance the dog barking and waking people up--Hatake had already stirred. Instead, Itachi tipped his head in what could be presumed to be an apology. Then he was in front of her, fingers digging into a specific nerve bundle that would knock the animal cold. He set the syringe aside before arranging the dog in a sleeping position before turning to Sakamoto's IV. A quick read of the bags contents told him the sedative would cause no harm to the man. Turning one pale limb over to expose a greenish vein in the wrist, Itachi carefully slipped the needle in, administered the sedative, then healed the minute wound with a healing jutsu for just that purpose. A quick wipe-down of the syringe before he tossed it unerringly into the medical waste container.

Only when Sakamoto was seen to did Itachi turn to Hatake. His face, what of it was visible, was drawn a slight grimace of pain just about faded away. Itachi wasn't about to shake Hatake awake. Stupid thing to do when shinobi responded with reflexes first and reason second. Easier and safer to draw him out of a deep sleep with ninjutsu, softly nudging him to consciousness so that he became aware without a jolt to his system. Rooster, boar, dog, hare, horse.

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[info]fallen_kakashi
2008-01-08 12:53 am UTC (link)
Kakashi woke up slowly as unfamiliar chakra slipped through his, pulling him from the greedy fingers of exhausted sleep. He blinked and opened his eyes, momentarily confused. That, more then anything, spoke of his condition. Well, that and the fact he didn't immediately go for a kunai when he swept a glance over the room and found Obito standing next to his bed.

It wasn’t Obito and he knew that, but for a split second Kakashi froze, visible eye wide as he stared at the familiar face. Same bone structure, same eyes, same coloring. Then the details began to register. This teenager was too old, his hair was too long, his expression was nothing like Obito’s; distant and closed off.

And Obito was dead.

Kakashi felt the world tilt under him for a moment, and then spin itself stable. He was in hospital. It was night. Ginta was there and still asleep. Hoshika was… Kakashi frowned minutely and growled a question, eye on the man who was not Obito. Hoshika didn’t respond.

That wasn’t right. She wouldn't sleep on guard duty.

“Who are you?” he asked, voice a raw grating thing once more, “and what did you do to my dog?” He was already struggling to sit up, bringing his hands together to shape into seals. His chakra was still low, very weak after the mission, but he called on it anyway.

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[info]fallen_itachi
2008-01-08 12:55 am UTC (link)
Itachi reached to gently cover Hatake's hands to keep him from using chakra he didn't have. "Please don't exert yourself, Hatake-san. My name is Uchiha Itachi," he said quietly. "And your dog is fine. A nerve pinch to keep quiet as I didn't want Sakamoto-san to be woken. We have much to discuss, for I was sent by ANBU Intelligence to debrief you on the mission, and the jutsu you were to have copied." To help in proving his identity, he pushed up his left sleeve to expose the tattoo there.

He wasn't surprised Hatake didn't recognize him as the two had never interacted before now. While hardly as inbred as the Hyuuga, those born into the Uchiha clan had enough of a resemblance that they could occasionally be mistaken for one another. Itachi rationalized the fleeting look of recognition to mean he bore a passing similarity to Obito. And nothing else, hopefully.

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[info]fallen_kakashi
2008-01-08 12:59 am UTC (link)
Kakashi pulled his hands away, relaxing a fraction. Uchiha Itachi was a name he recognized, and now he had a face to put to it. A chakra signature, too, subtle but distinctive. Itachi; another genius rookie, but one expected nothing less from an Uchiha allowed into the ANBU. Kakashi's visible eye narrowed as it flicked over Itachi's face, and then down to look at his tattoo. The red swirl was distinctive anywhere, but easy enough to replicate if you knew what it meant. Why come at night? Why so concerned about Ginta waking up? Why not wait until he was out of hospital?

It was rare for enemy shinobi to get over the border. Rarer still for them to get this far into Konoha. But it wasn't unheard of. Kakashi tensed all over again as his mind began to work, it was like trying to think through fog. Sleep snatched at him, tempting him to just lie back down and shut his eyes, but he shook that off with the skill obtained through years of practice. Kakashi pressed his hands together in the simple seal, twisted his chakra and muttered, "Kai." Nothing changed. The effort made his head spin just a little, which was utterly pathetic.

He dropped the seal and lifted one hand, shoving the bandage the medic-nins had wrapped tightly around his head up. The sharingan burned as it spun into life, changing the world to monochrome. Black and white flashed blue where chakra flowed. Kakashi winced as his own chakra drained, but a glance was enough to confirm the lack of henge. The chakra pattern that was unique to an Uchiha; it was twisted just a little differently around the eyes. Kakashi yanked the bandage down again, feeling angry tears run down the left side of his face. He winced and brushed them away before letting his hand rest there, covering what his mask normally did. "This couldn't wait until morning?"

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[info]fallen_itachi
2008-01-08 01:02 am UTC (link)
Chakra depleted yet still attempting a disspell and Sharingan. Idiot. Though the opportunity did allow Itachi to glance at the man's face, unmasked. Scar that reached down over the left eye to almost even with the end of his nose, and another one that marred the lower left side of his bottom lip. Faint tan line around the right eye, too.

"If it could have waited until morning then I would not be here, Hatake-san. I simply follow orders."

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[info]fallen_kakashi
2008-01-08 01:25 am UTC (link)
"Splendid," said Kakashi, with a wide, fake grin from behind his hand. "Then here's a new one for you. Go back to Intel and inform the idiot that sent you here that the target is dead, which they should already know, and everything else can damn well wait until it's a decent hour."

He glanced across the room with a quick flicker, and then fixed his gaze once more on Itachi, frowning suddenly. "Did you do something to Ginta, too?" The man was tired certainly, but he should have woken up when Kakashi spoke. He was making no particular effort to keep his voice low.

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[info]fallen_itachi
2008-01-08 01:26 am UTC (link)
"Sakamoto-san is fine, as far as I can discern," Itachi replied. "You yourself were out pretty hard. I needed to use a ninjutsu to wake you in the first place." Dark eyes studied Hatake's face with intent curiosity. "And while you may give orders, Hatake-san, mine come from above your rank. Therefore I must respectfully disregard them.

"I know the target is dead. This debriefing will take two parts. The first is collecting your side of the story. The second will wait until you are discharged, at which point you will demonstrate the correct usage of the jutsu." His gaze focused on the facial bandage. "There are doubts as to the capabilities of your left eye. They don't want the mission details... forgotten."

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[info]fallen_kakashi
2008-01-08 01:28 am UTC (link)
Kakashi fixed Itachi with a flat look. "My sharingan is fine, rookie, as is my memory. The fact that the target is dead and the jutsu in question was copied accurately -- which I will demonstrate when I'm damn well good and ready -- should attest to that." He drew a breath and coughed roughly. "That particular jutsu, by the way, was much stronger then Intel had led us to believe, something that jeopardized both myself and my partner in the course of the mission. Sakamoto-san has already informed one of your co-workers of that, I'm sure."

That roughly translated to; your intel sucks on all counts and damn near got us killed. Your bosses should be grateful I'm not coming down there to punctuate my report with a chidori when I get out of here, rather then questioning my competency as a ninja.

Kakashi was not happy about being woken. He was certainly not happy about being woken with a ninjutsu -- that spoke of a frightening degree of exhaustion -- by a snippy rookie carrying masked insults from paper-pushing higher-ups. He was even less happy that Ginta still hadn't woken up. "Now get the hell out before I have the medics throw you out for harassing a patient."

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[info]fallen_itachi
2008-01-08 01:30 am UTC (link)
Itachi gave a shrug of apology at Hatake's unspoken message, conveying that he was neither responsible for what his superiors wanted or that he himself questioned Hatake's competency. The rookie comment he ignored. "He did. We have most of his side, and we would have yours. Please, Hatake-san. I cannot leave until I have it." He shifted his weight, glancing away a moment before looking back at Hatake. "And we both know the medics won't kick me out."

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[info]fallen_kakashi
2008-01-08 01:37 am UTC (link)
Kakashi's glare would have melted steel. He suspected, however, that Itachi was made of something altogether much tougher. He coughed once again, keeping his face blank against the wince that wanted to break over it, and organized his thoughts. Then he began to talk slowly, the words pieced together in a low monotone that allowed for no interruptions. "We tracked the target in the expected time frame and found him at the last known location. We scouted the area thoroughly and found no traps. Nothing suspicious. Sakamoto performed a genjutsu that allowed us to pass as civilians. We stayed for a night, sleeping in shifts, and observed the target, working out the best way to strike." I was exhausted, Ginta let me sleep longer then he should have. Idiot.

"We proceeded as instructed. Sakamoto used a complex genjutsu to conceal me and draw the target out. They engaged while I watched." Monochrome vision. Ginta's chakra had been bright yellow. "The target used the jutsu. It was more powerful then we'd been informed. The briefing had suggested something from a B class to possibly an A. It was an S-rank." A lightning jutsu, just like his own chidori and yet completely different. "Sakamoto took a bad hit before I could get there. It broke his ribs, burned his face, and blinded him." Ginta hitting the wall in a tangle of limbs. Blood smell and burned flesh and the crunch of snapped bones. "I killed the target after he used the jutsu a second time. I observed both uses with the sharingan and copied it accurately." He knew that in the same way he knew how to breathe. It just was.

Kakashi straightened and coughed once again, feeling warm air wash over the back of his hand. "Sakamoto was badly injured, I was unhurt. I performed a few healing jutsu as best I was able and we evacuated, leaving the target's body to be found as instructed." And then he'd started to make mistakes. Stupid avoidable mistakes. "The healing and the use of the sharingan left me... drained." He hadn't covered it quickly enough in the battle to shove Ginta's broken chest back together. He'd forgotten and left it until it had taken too much chakra. Enough to make him dizzy, to blur the edges of coherence. Enough to shatter his judgment. Or perhaps Ginta had done that all on his own, with his stupid dying, not-dying trick. "But Sakamoto's condition was worrying enough that we required a quick journey home. And I was not capable of protecting us both." Kakashi looked away, glare fixed on the opposite wall.

"I called four summons, and Sakamoto had some sort of fit." Kakashi remembered the noise he'd made, it had sounded like a death rattle. "I put more chakra into him. Too much, in retrospect. It knocked me out, but restored some of his vision." Which was the definition of a silver lining. "One of my summons was big enough to carry us both. I'm uncertain as to what exactly happened next, I was in and out for several hours. I think Pakkun -- a summon -- got us as close to the border as he could manage. But Sakamoto developed breathing difficulties and we had to stop." Blue lips. He remembered Ginta's face, white skin and blue lips. "It was snowing." He said slowly, and then shook his head. "We found a cave next to the border. Bare shelter, and I sent Pakkun to locate aid. We were about ten hours travel from Konoha," it might as well have been a hundred miles. Neither one of them could walk.

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[info]fallen_kakashi
2008-01-08 01:37 am UTC (link)
"We intended to wait out the twenty hours in the shelter. But it was cold. Sakamoto grew worse. I was ill..." Kakashi snorted. "At that point it was pretty much the definition of a cluster fuck. There was a storm, it hailed. Neither one of us was going to last, so we decided to head for a nearby village. I think mostly we wanted to be warm." He twitched his shoulders in a shrug. "I'm not sure how rational we were at that point. I was mostly out of it. Coughing up blood. Sakamoto was a wreck. We got to the village, found some smugglers. Threatened them into giving us aid." The little girl. He remembered her, big brown teary eyes and Ginta's hand around her neck. "That went a bit wrong. Ginta got hit in the ribs, I got... dropped, I think. We both passed out. But they were allies, so they didn't kill us. I woke up three days later with the worst hangover ever and one of Konoha's medics. Oh, and a chuunin... Kotetsu." Kakashi frowned slightly, he had a clear memory of slamming Kotetsu's head into the bed frame while Pakkun went for his throat. But Intel didn't need to know that, it would only get the rookie in trouble he didn't deserve.

"Pakkun had brought them back to the shelter, and they'd tracked us from there. We got patched up. I passed out again. Woke up a week later here. That would be yesterday." He shrugged again and coughed violently. Suddenly he missed Kanae's blue seal. That had been a wonderful trick.

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[info]fallen_itachi
2008-01-08 01:39 am UTC (link)
Itachi said nothing as Hatake spoke; he simply listened and absorbed the information. It jived with what Sakamoto had said, but confirmation was a good thing. Still, a few questions remained. When Hatake began coughing, though, Itachi helped the elder man to sit up to ease the pressure on his lungs. He could feel Hatake's muscles tense beneath his hands, but no complaints were forthcoming. After the coughing subsided, Itachi lay him back before pouring a third-full cup of water from the handy pitcher set between the beds. "Here," he said as he offered the glass. "To wet your throat."

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[info]fallen_kakashi
2008-01-08 01:41 am UTC (link)
Kakashi took the glass after a moment, sending a tiny, automatic flare of chakra through its contents. He sensed nothing out of the ordinary, which merely suggested if Itachi had used a poison, toxin or drug, it wasn't a common one. Kakashi weighed the chances of that and took a small sip, relaxing a bare fraction as the water soothed his throat. It tasted fine, it smelled fine, and after a minute he felt no different. Kakashi took a slightly larger sip, keeping his hand in front of his face. He almost ached to get his mask back, feeling more then naked without it.

"You're still here," he said when he could speak. "What else do you want?"

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[info]fallen_itachi
2008-01-08 01:42 am UTC (link)
"A few questions, and then I will go," Itachi replied. Hatake looked slightly better. "Would you please describe, in your own words, how the jutsu looked when you observed it?"

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[info]fallen_kakashi
2008-01-08 01:45 am UTC (link)
Who else’s words would he use?

"It was lightning." Kakashi said succinctly. "Fairly contained. A short range attack, and hugely powerful. Beyond that..." He shrugged, "White, hot, smelled of ozone. Lightning." He took the last sip of water from the glass and offered it back to Itachi, switching hands to hold the other in front of his face. "What did you do to Ginta?"

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[info]fallen_itachi
2008-01-08 01:47 am UTC (link)
Itachi simply gave him a puzzled look, to indicate he didn't know why Hatake was insinuating what he was. Paranoid man, Itachi judged of him, from the questions about Sakamoto and how he continued to try and keep his face covered. Good qualities for a shinobi, bothersome when seeking answers. "How similar was the jutsu to your chidori?" Ignore the question; don't give it any more attention than you already had since the same gist had already been answered.

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[info]fallen_kakashi
2008-01-08 02:01 am UTC (link)
Kakashi's eyebrows drew together sharply enough that they almost made a 'click'. "He's a light sleeper," he said sharply, completely ignoring Itachi's question. They could find that out for themselves when he demonstrated the jutsu. "The medics have yet to sedate him, despite how annoying he is. You knocked my dog out--" there was just the faintest shading in the tone of Kakashi's voice which suggested that little transgression would not soon be forgotten, "--and that, to me, suggests you really don't want people listening in on this little chat. Which I find interesting. Oi, jackass!" Kakashi's voice snapped up suddenly, filling the room. It made him cough just once. Ginta didn't stir.

"The medics may not throw you out for irritating me," Kakashi said in the textured silence that followed, visible eye sharpening once more into a glare that suggested Itachi was a mere nanometer away from becoming an interesting carbon smear on the wall and nothing more. "But they will for screwing with their patients. What did you do to him?"

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[info]fallen_itachi
2008-01-08 02:03 am UTC (link)
Control such as Itachi possessed meant he refrained from rolling his eyes, though he dearly wished to do so. The anger and hate rolling off of Hatake literally had no effect, so Itachi simply maintained that cold, distant expression. "Hatake-san," he began with that patient voice used with total simpletons unable to grasp even the easiest task without a helping hand, "given your current state you would not have known if your dog had howled at the top of its lungs. As I said, I needed to use a ninjutsu to wake you. Therefore how would you then have been aware anyone coming in before me?"

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[info]fallen_kakashi
2008-01-08 02:06 am UTC (link)
Because I can smell them, you arrogant little prick. "Magic," said Kakashi, with deep sarcasm. Then he hesitated. There was another scent. Faint and fading, but definitely there, edged with the medicinal cocktail of smells that screamed 'medic'. With Hoshika down he had no one to confirm. Hoshika down at Itachi's hands. That did rather suggest who would've laid Ginta out, if anyone had and the man wasn't simply just exhausted. Kakashi doubted that, his own brand of coma-sleep was one thing, but Ginta was definitely on the mend. He would've woken up, and there was no reason for the medics to sedate him.

Unless he'd done something spectacularly annoying. Kakashi scowled faintly. Honestly, he wouldn't put it past Ginta to drive the medics so far up the wall they would happily drug him for a few hours' peace. "Hoshika," he said finally, "My dog. Undo whatever you did. If it was a nerve pinch like you claim, then you can bring her out of that. Let her confirm for me, or you will leave without your answers." And missing a few pieces. Kakashi didn't give a damn that he couldn't currently walk. He was ANBU. If he needed to he could still offer a decent fight and then some. Even if it laid him out flat for another week, or six.

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[info]fallen_itachi
2008-01-08 02:20 am UTC (link)
Like Itachi would do such a thing. He had his orders, and Hatake's attempt to circumvent them for silly reasons annoyed. How curious, that nostril flare. So Hatake could scent the air like an Inuzuka? Itachi would keep that in mind for the future. "Very well, Hatake-san." He turned to Sakamoto's bed, hands unseen as they performed the necessary seals. Hatake was weak, exhausted, chakra-depleted, and his Sharingan was covered. He would have no defenses against a genjutsu of the calibre Itachi was capable of even if he wasn't already on the verge of passing out again. Hatake would experience that what he wanted: Itachi undoing the nerve hit, a groggy dog confirming Itachi's story before settling back to cast a wary glare at the young man. In truth, Itachi would only be standing next to Hatake's bed like he had been doing since this started and the dog would remain unconscious.

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[info]fallen_kakashi
2008-01-08 02:23 am UTC (link)
Kakashi felt something loosen in his chest as Hoshika stirred, waking with a fitful set of trembles and a quiet rumbling growl. He soothed her with an answering growl, casting a look of death at Itachi. She was woozy and a little disoriented, but the glare she gave the intruder matched Kakashi's own as her hackles rose. She didn't move from Ginta's bed, though, remaining tucked against the other ninja's side as she'd been ordered. The copy-nin waited a moment, and then pressed the all important question to her.

The answer he got was instant and perfectly clear: The One Who Smelled Of Things That Do Not Taste Good -- a medic, Kakashi translated -- had rushed in when The One She Was Supposed To Guard -- Ginta -- had stirred and thrashed, waking with a yelp and harsh fear smells she didn't like. He hadn't calmed, even when Hoshika had licked his face and The Bad Smelling One -- still the medic -- had spoken in that cool, soothing voice that reminded her of puppies and mothers. The Bad Smelling One -- Kakashi gave up trying to translate the word 'medic' -- had injected The One That Smelled Like Blond -- Ginta. Kakashi snorted quietly -- with a needle full of something new. He'd fallen asleep in a boneless way that worried her, but The Bad Smelling one had seemed unconcerned, so she'd relaxed.

Then The One That Smelled Wrong had come in and pinched her before she could bite him.

Kakashi absorbed that. So, a nightmare, and a bad one by the sound of it. One that continued past waking up. Well, they all had them, and riding on the back of a tough mission it wasn't hard to understand. If the medic had been unable to calm Ginta then a sedative made sense. Kakashi wasn't sure if he wouldn't have preferred a story about the other ninja driving the medics insane...

He shook that thought off and refocused his attention on The One That Smelled Wrong. Itachi. It was hard not to let his mouth curl just slightly at the name Hoshika had bestowed on him. "It was similar to the chidori. But it was true lightning, not just raw chakra. And the attack wasn't focused on one lateral thrust, or confined to just his hand, it lashed out. I presume that's how he could use it successfully without a sharingan."

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[info]fallen_itachi
2008-01-08 02:25 am UTC (link)
Because Itachi was the one controlling the genjutsu could he 'listen in' on the conversation. Not that he could understand the dog-speak as anything more than growls and similiar sounds, unfortunately. Another interesting point to note - Hatake communicated to his summons in their language. The dog Hatake sent to get help - Pakkun - he probably spoke proper Japanese. A genjutsu with them Itachi would be able to listen in on. Still, the important issue was the genjutsu was successful. Hatake accepted the dog Hoshika's explanation of what happened to Sakamoto; good. Itachi simply needed to tie up the loose end with a quiet genjutsu on one of the current shift's nurses to make sure his story was backed up. Forging another's handwriting on the chart would be child's play.

That was later, however. The jutsu was now. He frowned faintly, visible to Hatake within the genjutsu. A master of Sharingan could read the intent behind any jutsu regardless of element, which was how they avoided being hit in the first place. Hatake made it sound he couldn't read the intent. A flaw in the man's Sharingan? Something to note, but first confirm. "Your Sharingan didn't show you the raiton's intent?"

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[info]fallen_kakashi
2008-01-08 02:28 am UTC (link)
Kakashi blinked once, "Of course it did," he said after a short moment. And then realized what Itachi's next question was going to be.

Why didn't you stop Sakamoto-san getting hurt?

Because he hadn't read the intent quickly enough. Because he'd been exhausted. Because he hadn't expected a justu that powerful and that fast to come pouring out of that target. Because he'd expected Ginta to dodge. Because he'd expected the other ninja's shield jutsu to hold.

Because a thousand reasons that all whittled down to Kakashi being too damn slow.

His mouth twisted in an expression hidden by the back of his hand. Kakashi could cut through lightning, and he had. He'd dodged and slid around crackling bolts in a neat little pattern that had ended with his hand shoved through Kawai Akira's chest and Ginta still shattered on the floor. That had ended with Kakashi covered in blood that wasn't his and not a scratch.

And that had only been one mistake. The mission was a catalogue of them.

"I wasn't fast enough," he said shortly, answering Itachi's question before he could ask it. "That's why he took the hit. Next question."

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[info]fallen_itachi
2008-01-08 02:55 am UTC (link)
"And you weren't fast enough because they gave you not even twelve hours to recover from your previous mission," Itachi continued. A bit of understanding threaded his voice. It didn't matter how good, how talented, how lucky you were, the human body had its limits. When he was ordered to debrief Hatake, he did his own research on what the man had been up to. They gave Hatake the shit missions, and when you were in ANBU, that was saying something. Hatake hadn't had enough time to rest, and that state of exhaustion had more than likely been the largest contributing factor to the casualties suffered by both agents.

Truthfully, Itachi should have gone on that mission, not Hatake. Clan matters had prevented his participation. Even so, there was potentially another way to have dealt with the problem. "Was there any sort of water source nearby?"

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[info]fallen_kakashi
2008-01-08 03:02 am UTC (link)
Kakashi snorted softly, but the tense line of his shoulders relaxed just a fraction. "A good shinobi strives for perfection no matter what the hardship," he quoted, just a shade bitterly, and then gave himself a little shake. Exhaustion dragged at him, sinking fine sharp claws into his body, his mind. Above anything he just wanted this rookie, this Uchiha with his silky smooth voice, to go the hell away so he could sleep. He wanted to visit Obito and talk until his heart didn't feel quite so heavy. He wanted to be home, in his small apartment that smelled like almost perfect safety, and collapse on the floor with his dogs.

Kakashi didn't want much, really, but currently it was all out of reach. He focused on the next question. "Water source? The inn we tracked Kawai to was fully functional. The shelter had... snow. It was raining at one point." He frowned slightly, trying to remember. He'd been half dead by that point, focused on not much but what hurt and Ginta trying to hold himself together. But he did remember-- "There was a storm. It hailed. Snow, sleet. The works. And then the farmhouse had... I'm not sure, the medic had bottled water with her." He glanced at Itachi, "Why?"

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[info]fallen_itachi
2008-01-12 09:02 pm UTC (link)
"In the inn, a suiton would have turned the target's raiton against him if you pulled the water from the pipes in the walls once you saw the intent," Itachi answered.

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[info]fallen_kakashi
2008-01-12 09:16 pm UTC (link)
Kakashi resisted the sudden urge to try the technique now. Presumably the hospital had a decent through line of water pipes in the walls. Probably other pipes too, filled with liquids a whole lot less pleasant then just water. "Thank you," he growled, "for that stellar bit of insight. I shall bear that in mind the next time I'm in a similar situation." Kakashi couldn't have said 'go away and die' with his expression any more clearly without actually painting a neon sign emblazoned with the words and presenting it to Itachi.

"Assuming your sudden interest in passing out advice means the questions are at an end," he gestured with the hand not covering his face, "There's the door. Feel free to let it hit you as you leave."

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[info]fallen_itachi
2008-01-12 09:25 pm UTC (link)
"I would hope so," Itachi said, pretending to take the words at face value. "As I said, there will be a second debriefing once you are up and able to demonstrate the jutsu. Chances are high I will be one of the observers." He let that sink in before continuing. "We should also train together, you and I. Among my clan, I'm considered the best with the Sharingan, and I would say you could use some instruction to better use that gift." The training would serve twofold - it would piss off his father and the clan council, who would just as soon see the eye removed from Hatake's skull, and give Itachi and up-close-and-personal look at Hatake's capabilities.

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[info]fallen_kakashi
2008-01-12 09:33 pm UTC (link)
"Excellent," said Kakashi wearily, "That sounds wonderful. I'll pencil it in for this side of never. Get out, Uchiha. Take your report back to Intel and back to your clan and leave me the hell alone." Hoshika, across the room, made a faint growling sound that added another undercurrent of threat to Kakashi's words. "I'd ask my dog to bite you," he added, "But she already has to deal with enough shit in her life."

If Kakashi had been aware the dog he spoke about was not actually real, he would have found some way to make good on that particular statement. Instead he rolled over, drawing the sheet up and over his face, and rather pointedly presented his back to Itachi.

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[info]fallen_itachi
2008-01-12 09:34 pm UTC (link)
Itachi bowed, despite the fact Hatake couldn't see him. "Sleep well and recover soon, Hatake-san." A tweak of the genjutsu to nudge Hatake back to sleep (while also embedding a subliminal suggestion to be followed as long as a certain condition was met; in this case, a response to the dog mentioning Itachi at all upon Hatake waking) before he went and scribbled in a hand not his on Sakamoto's chart. He then exited the room and went in search of the luckless orderly who would soon swear to anyone that she had administered a mild sedative when Sakamoto began having a fit.

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