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

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Entry tags: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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[info]fallen_ginta
2009-05-14 11:26 pm UTC (link)
"Yakisoba would be great! We could go to that place by the other place... You know what I mean? That place where they do the one with the little shrimp. Not the big ones, but the little ones. What's that place called? You know it, right? Or am I thinking of the okonomiyaki place?" Ginta took the stairs two at a time, bouncing up them as if gravity were a law that applied to other people.

"You can call me Ginta, by the way. I'll be Sakamoto-san when I'm on the Village Council, but that's a loooooong way off yet." He flashed another grin. "And I'll use Hiro for you, because if I say 'Hey, Hyuuga!' in a crowd I'll get at least three sets of white eyes staring at me. Except here in ANBU, of course, but even here there's already another one of you."

The door at the top of the stairs banged open under Ginta's cheerful assault, and he sprinted out into the lobby. "Signing out to get some chow. Sakamoto Ginta and Hyuuga Hiro here," he told the sentry at the desk. "I'm on standby," he added for Hiro's benefit. "They told you about standby, right? There's always a few guys on call for urgent missions, and when you're up you gotta clock in and out." He gave the sentry another big smile. "If anyone comes looking for us, we've gone to get okonomiyaki. Or yakisoba? At that place with the shrimp." He glanced at Hiro, making sure the kid--he was definitely still a kid. Mid-teens maybe?--was still following. The sentry gave Ginta a long-suffering look, rolled his eyes, and shuffled through a stack of papers on a clipboard, marking a tick next to Ginta's name in a column marked 'in village'.

Ginta was already pushing open the lobby doors, stepping out into brilliant sunshine. "Let's take Canal Street; the cherry blossoms are starting to open. By the way, I have no idea why they'd relent and let another Hyuuga into the ranks, unless they're trying to get rid of you. Did you piss Hiashi-san off really badly or what?"

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