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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 11:24 pm UTC (link)

Hiro blinked as the other shinobi topped him in formality while simultaneously making light of the pretension. But then, he was a Sakamoto; he'd probably lived and breathed this kind of thing for his entire life.

"I'm Hyuuga Hiro," Hiro responded fluidly, relaxing his shoulders and easing his stance; if formality wasn't called for, he wasn't going to complain. "But are you sure we've met, Sakamoto-san?" Blond hair and sharp, slightly squinty blue eyes... it rang a bell somewhere in the recesses of his mind, but that didn't make any sense. He would remember meeting a Sakamoto, surely. Still, it was impolite to not remember, but trying to pretend that he did would be worse.

Haruichi, on the other hand... Hiro winced inwardly. He still had no idea what had happened to Haruichi-sama, and it had been almost constantly in the back of his mind in the weeks since their meeting. He was almost frustrated enough that he wanted to just ask. But you couldn't ask questions like that to a--former?--Main House Hyuuga, certainly not as a member of the Branch House.

Hiro didn't reach up to rub his hitai-ate covered curse seal, but his fingers twitched.

Change the subject. "Would yakisoba be okay?" he suggested diffidently. He'd rather not subject himself to spicy noodles, if he could help it. But the other ninja had already started through the door to the ascending stairway, pausing to look back at him impatiently; feeling a bit overwhelmed, Hiro ran to catch up.

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