| [Jan. 26th, 2009|01:02 pm] |
One of the things Ibiki liked best about Natsumi was that there was no compromise with her. You always knew exactly where you stood with her, what she wanted, what you were supposed to do. They were a good fit that way, good teammates, good friends.
Right now, though, he felt no more at ease with her than his subjects felt when he asked his first question. He reached a hand up to slick his ponytail down, in case any stray hairs were there to catch Natsumi's ire. Then thought he should have left them, because stray hairs might have distracted her from everything else.
"I joined nineteen months ago," he said. "I was recruited. And I didn't tell you because..."
Because I didn't want to see that hurt look in your eyes. Because I didn't tell anyone. Because it's not the sort of job you brag about. Because, because, because...
"Because I couldn't." He backed up a few steps, stopped in front of number 327 and keyed open the door. "This is my apartment. I was just getting home. Might go down to the cafeteria for some food. You want to come in?"
Changing the topic was a genin's trick, but maybe her curiosity about his living quarters would buy him time to think up a better answer? |
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