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fallen_yanagi (fallen_yanagi) wrote in fallen_leaves,
@ 2009-06-27 16:00:00

Entry tags:

genma, mission

FUBAR (Genma, Yanagi)
[Backdated: Takes place in August, three months before the Fox attack]

"Hey. Kid. You keeping a look out?"

Nori flashed an irritated glance over his shoulder, but then turned his sharp eyes back to the forest that surrounded them. "Of course I'm keeping a look out. And I'm not a kid." His teeth ground together, already expecting the taunt.

"Right. Rookie."

"I still outrank you."

That got Akira's goat. The special jounin glared at him, and Nori smirked. If looks could kill... this whole group would be dead. Rain ninja weren't exactly known for getting along -- at least, not these days. These days, they were more known for tearing into each other, everyone grappling for a piece of the country. This group was no different, though Yanagi hadn't yet figured out all of the political machinations. He didn't really need to; he just needed to get enough information back to Konoha to make sure this faction didn't win.

And stay alive long enough to get the information back to Konoha. There was a reason they sent ANBU in, rather than the normal intel jounin. Rain weren't kind to traitors.

Not that Nori was a traitor. Not that he had any affiliation with Konoha at all. He glared out at the forest, easily wearing the mantle of a nineteen year old jounin with a chip the size of Earth Country on his shoulder. He hated Konoha as much as any of them did. Meddling in Rain's affairs, trying to stop them from taking over their own damn country. Sabotaging them with information that could only have been gotten from the inside.

Someone here was a spy, and Nori was pretty sure they were sending small groups, like his three people, out to sabotage Fire Country in part to find out where the spy was. If anything went wrong... well, it gave them a place to start torturing.

Nothing was going to go wrong here. They'd take out the power plant, Konoha would look bad for allowing it to happen, and Yanagi would try very, very hard not to think about it. He had more important things to worry about than one little Fire Country power plant and whether or not it was working.

"Rookie!" Sachi called.

He scowled back. "I'm not a fucking rookie, and if you keep calling me that--"

"You're a rookie to us," Akira sneered, looking away from the explosive tags he was setting long enough to glare at Nori.

"Rookie, pay attention. Head up to the top, and set the blue smoke to trigger when the bombs go over. We want Konoha to know we were here." Sachi smiled, showing broken teeth between her bright red lips.

Nori nodded once and took off, chakra running up the walls. They'd disabled the ninja-traps already. At this time of night, there was only a skeleton crew to sound an alarm, and they'd been quickly dispatched. Only one chuunin had stood guard. She was dead. Yanagi tried not to think about that, either. Keeping this faction from winning Rain country was more important than the six lives they'd taken.

Not that Nori cared. He reached the rooftop and paused to look around, keeping low so the moon didn't highlight him. The night was silent. Carefully, he began to make his way to one of the long cables that led off into the trees, carrying needed electricity to the rest of the country. They'd be done, soon, and heading back.

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fallen_senbon
2009-06-27 06:30 pm UTC (link)

There were a number of secrets entrusted to senior ninja. Special jounin and jounin, in particular, learned code words, signs and countersigns, methods for revealing hidden information, methods for identifying covert operatives in the field. The signal Genma was getting now, a tight, syncopated rhythm coupled with a chakra surge that blistered under his skin, was one of the most important.

And one a ninja hoped never, ever, to receive. Especially not in the middle of a fight.

Genma went slack in the man's grasp, just long enough to give him the idea he'd gotten the message. Undercover. ANBU. Friend. He heard the sound of a bladed weapon being drawn, and mentally added a Motherfucker! to it.

Now he had to throw this fight. And throw it good. Meatshield and genjutsu bitch back there, whoever they were, didn't seem likely to be Konoha undercover agents, meaning ANBU-boy here was going to have to make it look like Genma was a neutralized threat.

The only neutralized jounin was a dead jounin. That was a truism that crossed national and village boundaries.

But the guy hadn't killed him, and he'd had an opportunity. Dying for a mission was always a possibility, but dying for someone else's mission was a sucky way to go.

It probably was a bad idea to think of Sadayo.

There was a fresh flash of light, not so searing this time. Just enough to illuminate them. They were being watched, and Genma needed to make it look good.

Seeing an opportunity and letting it go was hard enough. Giving your opponent a deliberate opening, when you were pretty sure you knew exactly how hard he could hit--ANBU, holy mother of the Buddha--that took real self control.

Genma got a glimpse of the edge of the roof, and beyond it the falls that powered the turbines that this ANBU and his temporary buddies had been trying to sabotage. OK, off the roof was not a life-compatible solution. Probably. He caught the ANBU's eye, grit his teeth, and dropped his guard.

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