| Can't See the Light. [Kakashi & Ginta] | [Jun. 3rd, 2009|11:42 pm] |
[Set 27th March, six days after the Nightclub arc, four days after Dude, that was YOU?, and two days after Blind-sided.]
In the very early morning, two days after tangling with Kuromaru in the showers, Kakashi was yanked out of bed by yet another misguided soul who wanted to commit involuntary suicide. Growling, still dressed in the sweat-soaked training blacks he'd fallen asleep in, surrounded by half a pack of equally worn out dogs, he slammed the door open and contrived to laminate the harassed-looking Intel agent's eyeballs to the back of his skull with a look. "It's six AM."
The man broke eye-contact, found himself in the crosshairs of several intent canine stares, and studiously fixed his gaze on the ceiling. "Yes," he agreed, in the tone of a man not prepared to make that his problem. "It's also raining."
"What do you want?"
A black-bordered folder presented itself for Kakashi's inspection. "You've been summoned."
As wake ups went, that one worked like a shot to the gut and a tax inspection. Black border; black ops. Kakashi took the folder and flipped it open. There were two registration numbers typed across the top, neither one was his. His eye skidded down the printed rows of kanji, pulling out crucial details. "Who?"
Who had messed up, blown their mission, and needed to drag Kakashi out of bed at six AM for a rescue and retrieval? As far as he knew, both Ryouma and Tsume were still in HQ.
"Kinjo Tsuyako. And Sakamoto Ginta."
Kakashi's expression froze. Fanned around him in a loose semi-circle, half a dozen dogs reacted to his scent change with a chorus of low, uncertain growls. The Intel agent took a hasty step back. "Know them?"
"Stay there." Kakashi snapped the folder closed and ducked back into his room, scattering dogs. In less then a minute later he was back again, dressed head to foot in monochrome and masks, steadied by the weight of weapons and sheathed steel. A sharp whistle re-ordered the dogs; a snap of chakra banished four of them. The remaining two fell into place, flanking him silently, ready and waiting. "Let's go."
"I'll take that as a 'yes'," the Intel agent muttered, eyes ticking to the folder still gripped in Kakashi's gloved hand. "There's no time for a full briefing. Shiratori-san is waiting with your orders by the mission des--hey!"
Shouma, the tall german shepherd, almost shouldered the man into the wall as Kakashi cut past, vanishing down the hallway with a last flicker of chakra that made the seals on his door flare brilliantly, then vanish from the visible spectrum.
The Intel agent let out a slow breath. "Hot damn," he said, and skirted the door carefully before following. |
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