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fallen_ginta (fallen_ginta) wrote in fallen_leaves,
@ 2009-05-14 21:09:00

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ginta, hiro

Dude, That Was YOU? [Hiro and Ginta]
[Takes place Monday, March 24, approximately five and a half years after Rescue Me, five days after Ask Me Another, and Don't Want to Fight This War]

The cryptography lecture was, it turned out, reasonably useful. Although the speaker--some woman from Intel who wore no makeup, little wire-rimmed glasses, and her hair in a tidy bun that just screamed nerd--wasn't really that great at fielding questions. As long as she stayed on topic and on her slides she was fine, but as soon as someone interrupted her she got flustered, lost her place, and then her temper.

After the first two times, Ginta asked questions just to see it happen. Hey, it wasn't that awesome of a lecture.

He was pretty sure she was at least as annoyed to be getting questions from a Hunter as anything else, but the lecture announcement hadn't said 'Intel Only' or anything like that. Knowing what changes to Konoha's code protocol were coming might keep a Hunter's body and soul together. Or at least mean if he got a coded delivery while he was in the field, he'd have a clue what the Intel person who'd encrypted it had meant but screwed up. Saved you showing up for a rendezvous at the wrong place, killing the wrong target, that sort of thing. Which saved paperwork.

More interesting than the lecture, though, was the little Hyuuga guy who sat near the front of the room and asked some fascinating questions of his own. Also flustering the speaker, but that was beside the point. There was something about him that pricked at Ginta's memory--he was sure he knew him from somewhere. Not the clubs. Not a mission. Not family. By the time the talk was over and the room was clearing, he'd made up his mind to just go ask the guy. And maybe see if he had any more ideas on how to handle getting a fresh encryption scheme mid-mission than the speaker had.

He hurried just a little to catch the Hyuuga before he could get out the door. "Hey!" His smile was broad and sparkling. "I thought you had some good questions. Want to get some coffee and talk about it? Also, do I know you? Because I'm pretty sure I know you. I'm Sakamoto Ginta."

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fallen_hiro
2009-05-14 11:11 pm UTC (link)

Hiro almost continued out into the hallway, absorbed in planning what to make for his much-delayed lunch, but stopped when the voice followed him. Wait, the man was talking to him? That almost never happened--he was starting to think that rookies were actually invisible, or something. Usually he had to work to be so ignored.

He turned around and started to look up, before realizing that the blinding smile attached to the voice was actually only around eye-level. Now that was different. Also different was the seemingly unending torrent of words, as compared to the more typical grunts and monosyllables that he'd gotten from the other veterans when he tried to strike up a conversation. But... this could be good; finally someone in ANBU who was genuinely friendly. It was always best to learn the way of things from an insider, after all, and he wasn't so foolish to expect that he'd picked up everything he needed to know from a bare two weeks in the service.

He paged through his memory, calling up details and images from his visual scan of the building. Sakamoto Ginta: apartment 301, just down the hall from his own. Lacquered wood furniture and calligraphy on the walls, candy and scrolls and rich silk sheets. The grandson of Sakamoto Gousuke, Hiro recalled--and he'd better make a positive impression. "Pleased to meet you, Sakamoto-senpai," Hiro bowed, then looked up with a polite smile. "Coffee sounds great."

He didn't actually like coffee. But to talk to a friendly veteran, he would drink as many cups of the bitter, stomach-churning drink as he had to.

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