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fallen_ginta (fallen_ginta) wrote in fallen_leaves,
@ 2008-01-31 18:25:00

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ginta, kakashi, mission

Genius is Subjective, Jackassery Universal [closed to Kakashi and Ginta]
Ginta and Kakashi made their way to the target's room passing unseen through the quiet halls of the little inn. They were no more than swiftly moving shadows in the dimly lit halls, unmarked by any they passed. Once in the room Ginta looked around, pleased with himself. Their timing was perfect, the man wasn't back yet. The room was on the small side, but the furnishings were traditional, and the maids had already rolled up the night's bedding, so there were only the target's personal effects, a low tea-table, and a pair of floor chairs cluttering the room. Ginta couldn't help the wince when he trod upon the tatami in his shoes. No matter how many missions he took that forced him to do so, he couldn't quite get past the manners of his upbringing.

He marked where Kakashi hid, balanced on a beam that crossed the room's high ceiling. Old-style architecture, as if this had once been a barn long before it became a lodging house. There weren't too many places to hide, nor too many escape routes, but Ginta was thorough in casting his concealing jutsu, rendering the room subtly but radically different, at least in appearance. With another surge of chakra he produced a pair of hooded and masked clones, disguising himself similarly. No need to let they quarry know it was Konoha ANBU after him after all. He was ready when the door creaked open and the big Kumo ninja came in. The other ninja reacted as Ginta had predicted, with alarm and defensiveness.

"You didn't really think you could stay on the run forever, did you?" one of Ginta's clones asked.

"Who are you?" the big man returned. His hand flashed to his side, then out, as a rain of senbon pierced the wall where Ginta hand been standing.

"My, such manners. This is how you welcome a guest?" Ginta was suddenly at the man's side, kodachi in hand, but his strike was parried. Then the fight got serious.

It took several rounds for the ninja to size each other up. For the target to realize that Ginta, for all he looked small and harmless, was in fact a formidable opponent. Ginta sent a crackling electric attack at the target just as one of his own clones was destroyed, and smelled the burning protein where his jutsu connected with the target's skin.

"You're ANBU," the big man accused, and Ginta smiled.

"Good guess. Too bad you guessed too late." He aimed another bolt at the man's head, trying to draw him into position where Kakashi could see him best.

"You picked the wrong fight, ANBU," the man said, and then there was the sequence they'd been told to look for--Tiger, Monkey, Snake, Monkey... Ginta had a half second to hope that Kakashi was really getting this. He was panting now, sweating and tired. He brought up his own hands in the start of a jutsu to shield himself, and then the world went white and soundless, and he was flying backwards across the room and into the wall.

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fallen_kakashi
2008-02-01 02:30 am UTC (link)

Kakashi had stayed still as the fight commenced, perfectly still, which was not an easy thing. But Ginta handled himself well and he began to relax a fraction, sharingan eye tracking the movements of the battle, offering him outcomes, predictions. He copied Ginta's jutsu absently and waited--

There, the right combination of seals... Kakashi paled as the chakra surged, eyes widening. The intel they'd been given had been non-specific as to the effects of the jutsu other then that it was dangerous. He'd not expected something like this.

Ginta hit the wall and Kakashi leapt forward, chakra of his own crackling in his fist. Adrenaline lashed through him, chemical burn that lit up his pathways. Spiraled through his blood, a dark red rush. Faster, faster, faster. He dodged bolts of lightning, twisting when the sharingan told him, and ducked under a blow like a landslide. The ninja's hands blurred through the seals again, giving Kakashi an up close and personal look at them, lightning crackled. The air smelled of ozone and burned flesh.

Kakashi didn't stop, his chidori cut straight through the attack and struck the man in the chest, a little lower then the heart -- he was taller then a typical opponent. Kakashi felt ribs break, the rubbery tissue of the left lung rip and char, sizzling with a cooking meat smell. The ninja didn't scream, there was no time. He crumpled forward, spitting blood, and hit Kakashi's shoulder.

The copy-ninja yanked his hand free and let the target drop to the floor, neutralized.

Mission primary and secondary objectives complete.

He spun on one heel and leapt back across the room to Ginta, dripping blood -- not his -- as he went.

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fallen_ginta
2008-02-01 02:37 am UTC (link)

When Ginta hit the wall, he was already out of the fight. He'd felt his ribs deform then crack where the jutsu struck his side. He felt the plaster of the wall shatter under his weight, and the sharp pain of the already fractured ribs giving further way. But it was the searing heat of the jutsu he was consumed with, and the blindness. It was like being hit in the face with ball lightning. He could smell burning flesh, acrid and nauseatingly sweet, and taste blood that had to be his own. He hoped to all the gods he'd ever considerd praying to that Kakashi was taking care of the guy, or he was definitely toast.

Of course, his brain offered, he might already be toast. Certainly toasted.

Haha, brain, he thought back at it. Shut up. Passing out now.

His brain had other ideas though. Passing out was for idiots who got themselves killed on missions. Ginta was far too interested in staying alive. He slid down the wall and wondered if his legs were really supposed to bend that way, then tried desperately to see what the hell was going on.

What he saw was nothing but blotchy purple haloed in yellow. What he wanted, desperately, was some water to take away the burn in his eyes. He raised his hands to try to channel chakra, cast a little water jutsu. He didn't get far though. Suddenly Kakashi was right there, standing over him, bristling with battle presence.

	fallen_kakashi 2008-02-01 07:10 am UTC (link)
	Kakashi paused and carefully peeled Ginta's hand off his arm. "I'm fine," he muttered shortly. He was. He'd just crash a little harder tonight, that was all. Right. "Can you stand?" (Reply to this) (Parent)