Hyuuga Hiro (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fallen_hiro) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} fallen_leaves, |
Hiashi-san? Sakamoto family or not, that kind of disrespect from anyone ruffled his fur. But Hiro buried discomfort with long practice, merely tagging along behind Sakamoto out the door, his eyes narrowing against the bright afternoon sunlight. "Lead the way," he motioned broadly, with a smile.
Ginta's last statement wasn't even worth dignifying with another remark--was he even in Intel at all? Either he was very good and was attempting to get through Hiro's defenses by playing clueless, or he actually was that clueless. Though really, it seemed impossible for any ANBU agent to be quite that oblivious--so probably it was the former. Hiro silently bumped up his private opinion of the man several notches, and resolved to watch closely.
In truth, there were two theories that Hiro had come up with for how he'd ended up as the second Hyuuga in ANBU. The first was that Sandaime-sama or one of his underlings had heard about Hiro's special techniques, and wished to recruit him; since that was the most flattering explanation, he thought that it was very unlikely to be true. The second option was that, during a political negotiation between Hiashi-sama and the Hokage--of which there were many--the Hyuuga head found himself needing to make a concession. As the most recently-promoted jounin, a specialist in the lower-prestige intelligence ops, and of a dubious genetic line to boot, Hiro knew he was the most likely target to be thrown to the wolves.
Sakamoto certainly had no need to hear about any of those speculations, though--however often he asked.
As they walked (or occasionally ran, in Hiro's case--the other ninja's legs weren't any longer than his own, so how did he manage to walk so ridiculously fast?), Hiro wondered if he had seen him before. It would have to have been a very long time ago, if so, probably while Hiro was still a genin; after his intelligence training, he rarely forgot a face.
"Do you remember anything else about when we might have met? I think I might remember, but... I admit I'm having trouble pulling the situation to mind." He lifted one shoulder, apologetic, and ran fingers nervously through long bangs, taking the opportunity to observe Ginta through his hair.
Slight and bubbly, ambling down the sidewalk with hardly a care in the world, Hiro thought that this man should have been difficult to forget.
Ginta's last statement wasn't even worth dignifying with another remark--was he even in Intel at all? Either he was very good and was attempting to get through Hiro's defenses by playing clueless, or he actually was that clueless. Though really, it seemed impossible for any ANBU agent to be quite that oblivious--so probably it was the former. Hiro silently bumped up his private opinion of the man several notches, and resolved to watch closely.
In truth, there were two theories that Hiro had come up with for how he'd ended up as the second Hyuuga in ANBU. The first was that Sandaime-sama or one of his underlings had heard about Hiro's special techniques, and wished to recruit him; since that was the most flattering explanation, he thought that it was very unlikely to be true. The second option was that, during a political negotiation between Hiashi-sama and the Hokage--of which there were many--the Hyuuga head found himself needing to make a concession. As the most recently-promoted jounin, a specialist in the lower-prestige intelligence ops, and of a dubious genetic line to boot, Hiro knew he was the most likely target to be thrown to the wolves.
Sakamoto certainly had no need to hear about any of those speculations, though--however often he asked.
As they walked (or occasionally ran, in Hiro's case--the other ninja's legs weren't any longer than his own, so how did he manage to walk so ridiculously fast?), Hiro wondered if he had seen him before. It would have to have been a very long time ago, if so, probably while Hiro was still a genin; after his intelligence training, he rarely forgot a face.
"Do you remember anything else about when we might have met? I think I might remember, but... I admit I'm having trouble pulling the situation to mind." He lifted one shoulder, apologetic, and ran fingers nervously through long bangs, taking the opportunity to observe Ginta through his hair.
Slight and bubbly, ambling down the sidewalk with hardly a care in the world, Hiro thought that this man should have been difficult to forget.