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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_ginta
2009-05-14 11:30 pm UTC (link)

Stonewalling about why he was in ANBU? That wasn't surprising. He was a Hyuuga, so right off the bat that made him closed-natured. And he was in Intel--unless Ginta very much missed his mark, which he was sure he hadn't--which added to the degree of difficulty of getting anything out of the guy.

He glanced over to him--He's still shorter! Awesome!--and saw what really looked like contrition on Hiro's face. Even the milky Hyuuga eyes, which on most of his clansmen were a cipher, conveyed an apology. Ginta frowned sympathetically.

"Let's see," he said, as he turned onto the path along the canal. "Usually if I can't remember why I know someone, its because I met him in a club. But somehow I'm getting the impression you're not the clubbing type. I know the last Hyuuga I hooked up with--Junpei? Junichiro? It was Jun something--was a lot taller than you. Taller than me, too, obviously." He laughed at what he thought was a tiny flash of irritation in Hiro's eyes. Or was that surprise? Had he just outed a closeted Hyuuga? Oops... If he ever ran into Jun-whatever again, he'd seriously owe the man a drink.

"If it was a mission, it was before I was in ANBU, since obviously you're new. I've been in three years. What were you doing four years ago? Because I definitely get a mission feeling from this."

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