| [Jan. 25th, 2009|08:33 pm] |
Kuromaru was still getting back into the swing of the ANBU HQ, and he couldn't patrol as much as he liked at night--he hated to admit it, but it was possible he was a bit weak--though he could still patrol some.
Which was why he was standing in the lobby at one in the morning, checking the new scent that led down to the basement. He crept down the stairs slowly, silently, following the trail.
Intruder. This wasn't any of his pack, not Inuzuka nor ANBU. It wasn't a new arrival; no room smelled like this. Kuromaru always checked them first, just in case someone had joined while he'd been away. This was something wrong.
The scent stopped at the second subbasement. Kuromaru slipped out, head low. Not even his claws ticked on the hard concrete floor.
The intruder wasn't trying to be silent, though he was very quiet. Kuromaru saw the man as soon as he rounded a corner. Tall, broad, in the shining white and deep black of a hunter uniform. That made him pause. Kept him from attacking. He couldn't savage a teammate. But he doubted this was a teammate. He growled, low and soft.
The man turned. Kuromaru could see the moment when eyes lowered to his level, when the intruder realized there was something in the shadows. The man's scent spiked a bit sweet, and he tensed.
Kuromaru lunged, streaking across the floor in silent threat, prepared to move should the ninja go for a weapon.
Instead, the ninja leaped back into a cell and slammed the door, locking himself inside.
Feet braced, Kuromaru slid to a halt, glancing at the bars. Locked. The seals painted around the doors were meant to hold shinobi. After debating for a long moment, he decided that the man would stay put until he found Tsume and asked her what to do now. With a quiet hurmph, he turned and stalked stiffly down the corridor, secure in the knowledge that he'd done his job. |
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