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Akiyama Rina ([info]fallen_rina) wrote in [info]fallen_leaves,
@ 2009-06-27 21:41:00

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Entry tags:genma, rina

Got That Mountain to Climb [Genma, Rina]
[Backdated: Takes place a little over four years ago, on March 19th, about a year and five months after the Kyuubi attack, and a week after Genma's rescue from the Iwagakure prisons.]

Rina tagged along behind Ito-sensei, her head spinning delightfully, clutching a spiral-bound notebook already a quarter-full with clipped notations, sprawling diagrams, and enthusiastic exclamation points. The just-completed burn-repair surgery had been absolutely fascinating to watch--seeing glowing blue chakra-channels spontaneously reform themselves within the carnage of twisted fingers and torn flesh--and she'd noticed that Ito-sensei had used one of the modified sterilization scrolls that had brought her to his attention in the first place.

See, and they'd complained that she hadn't followed the blueprints! Clearly Ito-sensei didn't mind. Rina had been in the Seal Division for more than a year now, and had been making seals for years before that--certainly she knew enough to substitute the more powerful tri-point pattern for a quad-point, even if it wasn't exactly what the design called for.

Actually, if the tri-point was good, what if she used the double-stabilized quint-pattern she'd seen downstairs, instead? ...Awesome. Fumbling through her notebook, she pulled her fountain pen out from behind her ear and drew herself a quick sketch, then had to half-run to catch up with Ito-sensei as he pushed through the door leading to their last patient of the day.

"Genma," she heard Ito-sensei call good-naturedly as she slid in behind him, "there's someone I'd like you to meet."



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[info]fallen_rina
2009-06-28 12:09 am UTC (link)
Rina stilled herself, attempting to look suitably serious as she curiously met Genma's eyes, trying to keep her gaze focused on his face rather than letting it stray to the near-microscopic seals patterning the bandages on his hands and feet. She'd need a magnifying glass to view them, but she had one in the pocket of her labcoat. Her fingers itched to reach for it.

Ito-sensei turned to look at her, inviting, and she shifted her feet. "I'm Akiyama Rina, I'll be assisting Ito-sensei on your case." His face, not the seals. "Pleased to meet you!" She added belatedly, and bowed.

She'd been waiting a whole week to see those seals. A week since a hospital runner had rushed into the Seal Division offices in the middle of the night, requesting as many sterilization scrolls as they could make, as fast as they could make them. Rina had been one of the few people still there, along with the ninja on call, so she'd joined in on the frenzied effort, drawing ink swirls and sharp angled kanji as quickly as she could. And if she'd added a few improvements to the standard design, well, what was the problem? She'd still gotten them done, and it had only made them better.

She hadn't been expecting the visit from Ito-sensei the next day, bags under his eyes, demanding to know who had drawn the modified designs. All fingers had pointed towards her--they knew her well by that point--and she'd cringed, waiting for complaints. Instead she'd gotten an offer, terse and to the point: he needed an assistant on a short-term basis, to help with the seal-work on a particularly trying case. She'd been nodding enthusiastically before he even finished; later that day he'd sent an assistant over with a pile of books and records for her to study while she waited until the touch-and-go phase was over.

She hadn't gotten more than a few hours sleep every night this week, studying all the material he'd given her, but it was so worth it. Straightening from her bow, Rina tried not to look too eager.

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