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Tweak says, "I love me"

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

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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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fallen_rina
2009-06-28 12:13 am UTC (link)

"Thanks, Ito-sensei!" She smiled big, and tried not to let her expression falter too much as the door clicked shut behind him, leaving the atmosphere in the room considerably heavier.

Turning around, she saw Genma still suspicious and dour-faced, looking ages older than his files had said--eighteen, only about a year older than she was. If he was eighteen, he should smile. She paused for a moment, uncertain--had she done something wrong?--before deciding to just plow ahead.

"You must get a lot of visitors, huh?" The bright grin was back, edging its way from under her serious-face. Flipping through her notebook, she pulled out a sheet of thick paper that she'd slid between the pages, and unfolded it until it was nearly as wide as both of her spread arms. "I hope you don't mind if I put this here," she asked belatedly, already laying it across his blanket-covered knees. She peered at him in her peripheral vision; he just watched her uninterestedly, eyes dull.

"It's a diagram, see," she pointed out enthusiastically, smoothing the folds until it lay flat. Maybe he'd be interested! She would be, if it were her hands. "It's copied big so it's easier to follow, and here, I've written in annotations and references for all the less-common patterns." She shifted proudly--it had taken days to find all the information within the unfamiliar medical texts. And coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. "Now I'm going to trace the flow through the seals on your hands, and make sure everything's integrating properly. If you want, I can--"

Looking up and seeing him still stoic and unmoved, her face fell. "You aren't interested at all, are you."

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