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Ueno Katsuko ([info]fallen_katsuko) wrote in [info]fallen_leaves,
@ 2009-10-28 18:03:00

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Entry tags:haruichi, katsuko

Reconaissance and Recovery [Haruichi, Katsuko]
Takes place directly after Celestial Navigation.

With Haruichi tracking, it'd taken them a scant half-hour to locate the fortress. By that time the moon had come out, throwing their shadows into sharp relief on the blank white desert. Eerie quiet reigned as they closed in on their destination, with not even the soft whisper of booted feet upon the sand to give their presence away.

Katsuko kept her eyes trained on Haruichi’s back as she ran, trusting the Hyuuga to lead the way. The byakugan and his encyclopedic knowledge of the stars made him more of an expert on this bit than her; all she had to do was focus on providing backup. She skimmed her fingers over the hilt of her mother’s katana, double-wrapped and oiled with balm to protect against the harsh desert winds. The mission brief had said to expect heavy resistance. She’d be ready.

The Intel bastard had been half-right: the bunker was near a cliff, and a godsdamned mountain range. It’d be pushing it to call it the ‘Cliff of Sorrows’, though. Looked more like the ‘Sad Little Half Hill’. The bunker itself almost dwarfed the cliff, its builders having added onto the original design since Konoha had obtained the floor plan. It clung to the side of the mountain like a parasitic mass; obviously, the architects thought that normal geometric designs were for weaklings. The bunker itself was divided into round little ‘pods’, similar to the structure of Sunagakure. Bridges manned by hidden guardsmen connected each ‘pod’ to each other, leaving Katsuko with the impression of a giant insect nest glued to the side of the mountain. Mountain range and attached bunker were located in the deepest part of a desert valley, shielded by genjutsu that had taken all of Katsuko’s and Haruichi’s skill to see through.

Now both Konoha ANBU were crouched behind a stand of boulders on the lip of the valley mouth, looking down on the slumbering bunker below. Katsuko raised an eyebrow at the size of the thing. Rather more than two ANBU could handle.

Good thing she’d brought extra explosive tags.



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[info]fallen_haruichi
2009-10-28 10:25 pm UTC (link)
Darkness had fallen clear and deep into the shadows that clung to the mountain, and to the fortress that clung there, too. Luckily Hyuuga vision didn't require light in the conventional sense, and Haruichi had been spending the past few minutes using his byakugan to scan the ghoulish place for any sign of their objective.

It was proving impossible. The accidental and alarming layout of the architecture meant even somebody as practiced and skilled with the byakugan as Haruichi was becoming lost in the uneven maze of tunnels, split-levels and staircases that sprawled within the fortress and dug into the cliff. Add to that the presence of nearly a hundred humans, and the smattering of rooms so crammed with electrical, organic and chakra-sourced energy that all Haruichi got when he looked at them was spots dancing in his eyes, it was clear they were going to have to do this the pleblian way.

He drew back his vision, closing his eyes and feeling his temples squeeze as his veins shrank back down. Beside him, Katsuko's strong and jarring chakra had been causing a sort of haze-distortion and it was a relief to lessen it. He glanced to her, saw her sign a plan, and shook his head.

There was no way to pinpoint exactly where the young heir was. This wasn't going to be easy.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-28 10:28 pm UTC (link)
Katsuko's errant chakra hummed, an ache behind her temples that settled into a steady, pounding rhythm. She needed to move. Shifting and catching Haruichi’s eyes, she flickered her hands in ANBU sign code that she’d learned just days ago.

I’ll make distraction, draw enemy away. You locate hostage. Find you after you give signal.

She rocked back on her heels and cursed under her breath when Haruichi shook his head. Shit. Looked like even the byakugan wasn't invincible. So what...Katsuko frowned.

They'd have to search the hard way.

Her hands flickered again. Can you locate prisons? What part of building they in?.

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[info]fallen_haruichi
2009-10-28 10:32 pm UTC (link)
Haruichi signed back, having to almost slow his movements slightly given how quickly he'd learned to sign in recent months.

The prisons are on the north western side. He drew a shape in the sand. Hexagonal shaped. But there are labs in the dead centre of the complex. She may be there.

He hoped she wasn't, but Haruichi knew better than to hope on an ANBU mission. The brief said that the Ayanami heir was the strongest example of their bloodline limit known to ever exist, there was no way she would be brought to this isolated laboratory just to be left in a cell while her blood was analysed. The seals and equipment he'd managed to glimpse along with the grating dazzle of the energy fields dotting the complex left him in no doubt: this place was capable of vivisecting somebody while they watched it happen.

Just the place to take a Hyuuga with a powerful pair of byakugan eyes, even a sealed one. No wonder he'd been assigned a babysitter. And this infiltration and extraction was going to take far longer than they'd hoped if they had to search floor by floor.

I'll enter from north west, scan the prisons before heading for the labs. His masked face was blank, of course, but behind the featureless white oval his own pale face held a slight glint of sardonic amusement. Make it a big distraction, please?

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-28 10:33 pm UTC (link)
Katsuko frowned as Haruichi signed back almost too fast for her read, puzzling out the words. Prisons...Hexagonal shaped...Labs.

Labs. Her eyes widened and what felt like lightning-shock flashed through her, white-hot rage and cold horror all in one.

Cold white antiseptic room. A white-haired woman standing over her, face cast in shadow. Needles. Pain.

Katsuko's lips peeled back from her teeth in a snarl. Labs. Where there were labs, there were test subjects. Helpless little children and mute shinobi, faces grey from pain-fear. Little white rooms where scientists watched from hidden windows and laughed as helpless old men writhed in agony from the newest experimental jutsu.

It took a moment for her to remember the appropriate signs, but when she did manage to sign back to Haruichi her hands were rock-steady. Don't worry. Won't know what hit them.

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[info]fallen_haruichi
2009-10-28 10:37 pm UTC (link)
For some reason, Haruichi had absolutely no doubt of that. Their plan had a certain seat-of-the-pants feel to it, but for a change Haruichi had confidence in it anyway. The lab might have expanded in manpower and size since Konoha last referred to it; but this was still a fortified dungeon masquerading as a petri dish and Haruichi was entirely invested in trashing it.

And rescuing the helpless girl trapped inside. Haruichi didn't want her to have to wait a moment longer for rescue, and nodded firmly to Katsuko before flicking one hand to her, wishing her good luck.

Hood tugged low over his masked face, Haruichi slipped his hands further down his sleeves, and flipped silently over the boulders behind which they'd sheltered. His byakugan eyes were flared wide, and the chakra he slipped into his soles kept his feet from leaving prints on the patches of sand he darted over. His eyes spotted every trap, trip wire and seal hidden to protect the complex from infiltration and attack, allowing him to avoid each measure and procede further in his flight towards the off-key hexagon shaped pods and tunnels that were his target.

The final obstacle was a chakra warning-barrier which looked, to Hyuuga eyes at least, like ripples of watery purple light running down the walls of an invisible glass dome that enclosed the complex. It wasn't the finest example of its sort Haruichi had ever seen (that honour belonged to Konoha) but it would do what it was meant to do and scream bloody murder if he tried to pass through without knowing how to keep it silent. The presence of such security boded well for their plan (such as it was) since not only would he be through most of their countermeasures undetected before Katsuko launched her attack, but they'd have no reason to suspect he was already at the barrier when she did. If they were lucky everybody would either retreat to shelter or race out to fight and he'd have a relatively free shot of the back-end of the complex.

He paused, shallowly breathing the cold and dry air as he crouched behind a battery attached to a solar panel array. It was a few feet outwith the barrier, positioned to catch the sun rather than to be sheilded from attack, and so it was where the small Hyuuga would await his moment. Only a dozen feet away were the sand-scrubbed plaster walls of an entry tunnel, through which the strongest, most merciless pulses of chakra echoed out to him through the wash of the barrier. Chakra and equipment and purpose designed for science. Not weaponry, but medical science, and yet just as capable of destruction.

Haruichi only had to wait ten seconds for the fireworks to start, and while he did decided he would give these amateurs a lesson in the destructive bents you could put medical science to if you were so inclined.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-28 10:40 pm UTC (link)
Katsuko's breath rasped painfully in her throat as she raced toward the other side of the compound, her chakra control eroding as long suppressed memories forced their way to the forefront of her mind.

Lightning and rust. Cold woman in the lab coat bending over her, long white hair trailing over Katsuko's cracked and bleeding lips, to shove another needle into the crook of Katsuko's elbow.

Her breath came in sharp gasps now, cold night air raking bloody new trails down her sinuses. Her mask felt suffocating, as if it tightened around her face with every step she took.

The old monk in the next cell over would sing her to sleep when the agony became unbearable, holding her hand through the bars as she wept. The night they took him away and brought him back with a rotting stump for his left hand, she was the one who had to sing as he groaned in pain.

The seals for the domelike barrier flickered in the moonlight, crackling and fizzing when the sand she kicked up hit its boundaries. Katsuko kept her eyes on the lines of kanji, searching for a flawed character or chakra line that would serve as her way in.

They came and took one of the children--Ichiba--away in the middle of the night and brought him back a deformed monster, a pulpy mass where his eyes should have been and his veins showing through black where they pumped in the poison.

Finally, she reached a point in the defensive jutsu wall where she could attack without giving away the real direction from which she'd come from. Her eyes traced the flickering lines of the sealed barrier, intent on finding the slightest hint of weakness that she could exploit. There! The chakra seal on that part of the barrier was fading. Sloppy.

Katsuko drew her katana and jumped for the weak spot. Chakra crackled and burned down her pathways as she shoved it from her hands into her katana, driving it into the tip of the blade. The chakra of the defensive barrier and her sword flared as they met, triggering an blaring alarm signal that echoed in the desert valley. An entire section of the defensive jutsu gave one last heave and disappeared entirely, giving her a wide doorway into the valley. Katsuko heaved a kunai attached-explosion tag at the nearest bunker pod as she ran through the now-useless barrier. The resulting explosion was loud enough to rouse people on the other side of the fortress.

Shouts echoed from the bunker; she could hear the distant sound of tramping feet. Let them come. Katsuko deliberately set off a slew of traps as she darted from boulder to boulder in the desert valley, sheathing her katana briefly to make more clones. Anger fueled the chakra that roared out of her center and went into making the clones; she put every inch of her pain and rage and hurt into forming her doppelgangers, focusing on making them as substantial as possible.

Her clones had to last long enough to help her raze this cesspit to the ground, after all.

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[info]fallen_haruichi
2009-10-28 10:43 pm UTC (link)
Her partner was several thousand feet away, and even then Haruichi could appreciate the positively splendiferous nightmare Katsuko was raining down on the complex's defences from the sound effects alone. He made a mental note to get his hands on her medical file ASAP and find out what had happend to allow her chakra-system to flare like that, and another mental note to avoid pissing her off as much as humanly possible. At least he knew now that there had been no mistake in only sending the two of them to do this, Ueno Katsuko clearly had the makings of a one-kunoichi army if you were fool enough to call her out.

Her assault did more than just impress and distract as well: the moment Katsuko struck into the barrier the slipshod thing seriously betrayed its true colours and developed gaps through which somebody Haruichi's size could easily slip through. The Hyuuga medic wasted no time in darting undetected through that last defence and a moment later was squarely kicking in the back door.

It flew off its hinges and right into the face of a woman in a labcoat. Wheeling wildly and clutching her smashed mouth and nose, she didn't stand a chance when Haruichi grabbed her by the throat and slammed her into a wall. She'd been trying to escape, 'trying' being the operative word.

"Where is the Ayanami girl?" he snarled, not recognizing the sound of his own voice and not caring in the least. From behind his mask it was impossible for the scientist in his grasp to see the flat fury in his white eyes, but she certainly felt it in the tightening of his black-gloved fingers at her neck.

A cough and gurgle met that hissed demand, blood speckling in the halogen-lit air. Haruichi loosened his grip on her throat and put a kunai to it instead. That very much enabled her conversational flow.

"Labs on B-five! B-five--ch!" she spluttered, green eyes so wide with terror that Haruichi might have felt pity any other time. If she hadn't been wearing a lab coat in a human testing facility. Her hand jerked out, fingers flung towards the twisting and silent halls forking to the left. "There!"

He lowered the kunai from her throat and she lowered her shaking hand to her side. Then he flipped it in his grip and slammed the hilt into the side of her head hard enough to hear her skull crack. He didn't stay long enough to hear her fall without a sound, byakugan already scanning his path in the direction he'd been shown, feet already silently racing towards the goal.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-28 10:45 pm UTC (link)
Distraction was dangerous in a fight. Thinking about anything other than attacking and defending when the enemy outnumbered you (more than) five to one led straight to a sword in the gut or a kunai in your eye socket. Sometimes both.

Katsuko mercilessly shoved back the memories of coldwhitepainfear the labs and concentrated on the knot of fire under her breastbone, using that anger to make her strikes that much quicker, that much stronger. Behind her she could hear the screams of enemy ninja as they ran afoul of her ring of clones, each simmering with her anger and armed with very real explosive tags.

A kunoichi wielding a giant scythe charged her, the blade of her weapon flashing in the moonlight. She made a few feints and parries before swiping at Katsuko's midsection. Katsuko threw her arms out to balance herself and leaned back nearly ninety degrees at the waist, hearing the rush of displaced air as the scythe passed inches away from her nose.

The kunoichi gave a growl of frustration and leapt backwards--but not nearly fast enough. Katsuko snapped forward as the kunoichi moved, planting her feet in the woman's stomach and knocking her to the ground. A quick swipe with her katana ended the threat of the kunoichi and spouted a fresh gout of blood across Katsuko's already dripping mask. Most of the blood splattered harmlessly on the mask, but not a small amount went into her eyes and hampered her vision.

Fuck.

Katsuko kawarimi'd with one of her clones on the outskirts of the conflict, blinking her eyes to clear them of gore. A few men charged her, swords raised, but they were civilian guards--easy enough to dispatch with a few well-placed kicks and punches. The blood in her eyes still wouldn't clear, the sound of battle raged around her--she needed a distraction.

Katsuko lobbed an explosion tagged kunai at the nearest bunker pod and kawarimi'd with another clone again. It took a few seconds, but the resulting clamor as the bunker pod crumbled to the ground was quite satisfactory.

She tapped the button on the radio strapped to her neck. “Haru—I just collapsed a section of the bunker. You all right?”

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[info]fallen_haruichi
2009-10-28 10:48 pm UTC (link)
Having to unclench his fingers from around an over-head pipe before he could tap his radio and answer her was a good indication that Haruichi was all too aware that Katsuko had just collapsed a section of the bunker. He dropped back down to the corridor floor (which was no longer writhing like a snake) and kept running as he answered her.

"I'm fine," he whispered, taking another corner in a heedless blur - his eyes already telling him there was no danger waiting beyond. "Headed east and downwards for the dead centre of the complex. Do try and avoid blowing me to smithereens before I get there, could you?"

He lifted his hand to cut out the radio, but his fingers stopped before they got to it. He could see a door, reinforced and guarded by a keypad, at the end of the wide walkway before him - the cell wing. He could hear it, smell it, feel it - didn't need to see it.

Katsuko didn't need to hear about it. He held his tongue, and his instincts, and darted away from where he knew at least two dozen people were being held. The mission came first. The girl came first.

He bit the inside of his cheek and got himself away from there before he did something he shouldn't. Plunging down a three-storey stairwell like a drop of water and landing in a soundless crouch, he paused for a half-second before opening the steel door leading into level B, sector 5.

Shadows clutched his white armour, but Haruichi's eyes were seeing past them - into the inpenetrable buzz of energy and chakra beyond the door. It was too much to bear. He cancelled his byakugan and drew his katana. Best to say something to Katsuko before he charged into the unknown.

"You sound like you're having a busy time out there," he muttered. Closest he was going to get to asking her if she was alright, and if she'd last til he was done.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-28 10:49 pm UTC (link)
Katsuko let out a bark of suprised laughter at Haruichi's irritable response. "Oh yeah, real busy out here," she replied, not bothering to keep her voice down. The screams and explosions of the still raging battle almost drowned her out, anyways. "They can't get enough of me. I've got everything handled, for now. Radio in when you've got the girl, all right?"

Before Haruichi could reply, a blur of motion out of the corner of her eye and a barely hidden flash of killing intent had her throwing herself to the side, unsheathing her katana as she went. A boulder smashed into the ledge where she had been crouching just moments before, shattering it into pieces.

“What the hell are you?” someone snarled, and Katsuko looked up to see a burly shinobi standing chakra-anchored to the cliff wall. “And how the hell did you kill all my men?”

Springing up and running along the cliff wall, Katsuko charged. Her blade bit deep into the burly shinobi’s side, making him release his chakra in surprise.

Bringing her legs up underneath her, Katsuko slammed her knees into the shinobi’s stomach and pushed. The shinobi landed on his back with a surprised oof and slid down the sloping cliff wall, Katsuko riding him like a sled.

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[info]fallen_haruichi
2009-10-28 10:52 pm UTC (link)
Fortunately Haruichi had silenced his radio before the sounds of Katsuko's tobogganing episode could be detected; and anyway, he had his own thrills and spills awaiting. His eyes couldn't help him now; activating the byakugan any closer to the equipment and seals beyond the door would probably send him dizzy, vomiting and blind in that order and Haruichi had other things do to with his time.

He didn't notice that his elegant fingers had already taken the perfect grip to his katana's blade, nor that his posture had turned from the gliding grace of the jyuuken to the sprung-steel angles of an ANBU in action. It just happened.

And so did what happened next. He politely opened the door and closed it quietly behind him, and walked down the unexpectedly bright white halls before him - practically gleaming with sterility and reeking of disinfectant. Linoleum stretched out along right-angled halls, each blank white and resoundingly geometric. He didn't make a sound, eyes flitting from point to point in search of detail, movement or shadow, but all there was to find were the evenly spaced bars of halogen casting down harsh light.

Haruichi walked on, katana still poised to strike, silence still holding sway. His eyes kept moving, seeking and searching. Then his ribs seemed to frost in his chest, though his steps never wavered. He'd just seen it: there were no visible gaps or seams in the linoleum flooring.

Any hospital medic knew there was no such thing as a seamless and sterile lino floor. Dirt got into the gaps even if you super-glued them shut. Haruichi knew. Haruichi had tried it.

Genjutsu. It had to be. Bloody marvellous.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-28 10:55 pm UTC (link)
The burly shinobi Katsuko had hitched a ride on hadn’t taken kindly to being used as a toboggan, and he was making his full displeasure known. As soon as they’d hit the bottom of the cliff wall Katsuko had been forced to leap away, lest she be turned into a crispy kunoichi-bob by the flaming fire sword the shinobi had managed to unsheathe while sliding down the cliff wall.

Katsuko had to give him points for that. The guy was good. A lot better than anyone she’d gone against so far. Of course, her appreciation was marred by the fact that all of the shinobi’s considerable will and skill was focused on killing her dead.

She stepped to the side to avoid one of his strikes, narrowly avoiding having her ear sliced off. Parrying his follow-up, she kicked him in the knee and went to take his head off as he staggered, only to leap backwards as he sent a wave of fire at her. Adrenaline and the joy of a good fight hummed in her veins.

“I don’t know who the hell you are,” the shinobi growled, dark gaze fixed on the eyeholes of her mask. “But the killing ends here.” He brought his sword up in a solid guard; the flames surrounding his sword flared an intense blue.

She couldn’t help it; the incredible hypocrisy of the situation—a man who was on the payroll of child-killers and torturers, thinking she was the one who had to be taken down—struck her with the force of a hammer. Katsuko threw back her head and laughed, a harsh grating sound reminiscent of a scream. Her chakra surged, creating a pulse that ruffled the edges of her coat and caused the flames on the shinobi’s sword to flicker.

“The killing will stop when I’ve burned this lab to the ground.” She flashed forward as she spoke, locking blades with the shinobi before she’d even finished her sentence.

The shinobi’s eyes widened. “Labs? What the hell are you…”

In that split second, his guard loosened. Katsuko shoved her sword--and, because they were locked together, the shinobi's sword--to the side and kneed him in the groin. Then, as the man keeled forward, she head-butted him hard enough to hear his nose cartilage crack.

His eyes rolled back into his head and he toppled backwards. Katsuko kicked him as he went down, once, just to make sure he out for the count.

She eyed his sword regretfully. Damn, she would have liked to bring that along. Too bad she didn't know how to turn the thing off.

One of her clones landed next to her with a soft thump. "The enemy's retreating. Their general went missing." It eyed the unconscious man at her feet. "Apparently, it's a guy called Hiroto the Fire-Sword. We're running out of explosion tags fast, and a pack of the higher ranked officers are following your chakra pulse."

Katsuko turned from examining her prisoner--Hiroto--and his weapon, an idea forming. "How many explosion tags do we have left?"

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[info]fallen_haruichi
2009-10-28 10:59 pm UTC (link)
Haruichi didn't know how many steps he had left until he walked right into the trap this genjutsu was leading him towards, but he was sure that they were very much numbered. He understood the truth of what his byakugan had been seeing now, the distortions, weals and flares of chakra he hadn't been able to stand to see were more than just emissions from the seals and equipment and jutsu being used - they were ripples of this hidden and final trap as it edged against the real world.

Somebody had to be controlling it, and this was not the amateur who'd set the seals for the faulty chakra shield. If Haruichi hadn't been such a fastidious clean-freak he wouldn't have known what he'd walked into, and as a Hyuuga he was naturally sensitive to the chakra in genjutsu even if he couldn't use the byakugan. This was the work of a professional.

Haruichi was fine with that; he was a professional, too. Careful to keep any outward sign hidden, he was rapidly spiralling and moulding his chakra around the seven core tenketsu in his body. A medic had an easy time breaking out of a genjutsu once they'd realized it was there - the spark of chakra to snap the senses home was a simple self-administered cure; but Haruichi was saavy enough to know that the underlying trap in this would spring the moment he did any such thing.

Unless he put some heart into it, that was.

Without breaking stride, he burst his first three gates in time with his heartbeats. One-two-three and --snap-- like vipers striking, ribbons of undirected jyuuken-laced chakra stabbed out from every tenketsu point the little Hyuuga medic had. The genjutsu was torn to shreds and the five casters, masked in white and robed in red, were slammed back into the filthy plasterboard walls of the large domed room in which they stood. A scant foot away from Haruichi, the lab tech clutching a thick syringe destined for his neck backpeddalled frantically away from the centre of the room where the ANBU stood, and Haruichi let him - because there were far more pressing concerns.

Spaced evenly between the five collapsed genjutsu experts, six more red-robed figures masked in black didn't hesitate to lift their own blades. Special guards for a special princess. And if they couldn't take Haruichi alive, they'd take him dead.

"Surrender!" demanded the largest, a curved axe in his grip. The six of them closed in a step closer, weapons held high. Every one of them had a fifty pounds and a foot on Haruichi a least.

Haruichi snorted dismissively, and only deigned to slightly recoil his energies as he took another step forward into the real world. A miasma of purple-white light hazed around him, gently dying back by degrees as Haruichi re-established control and shook off any trace of genjutsu lingering on his senses. Speaking of which, the five on the floor would not be getting up, and all the more fool them for casting a genjutsu against a Hyuuga in such close quarters. A Hyuuga could manipulate their own tenketsu better than any other's, and the unconscious quintet's last sensation had been the feeling of a very powerful, very finessed jolt of chakra right into the organs and tenketsu from which they'd been casting. One caster's eyes had exploded. At least.

He felt like hell after doing it, but the satisfaction of the thing more than made up for it in Haruichi's estimation.

"Surrender, now!"

Haruichi readjusted his grip on his katana and set his stance. "Absolutely not," he replied, right before all hell broke loose.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-28 11:03 pm UTC (link)
There was a section of the bunker that had lurched alarmingly after she had blown the first pod up. It released an occasional rumble as she and the bunker guards had fought, listing from side to side and causing everybody fighting under it general nervousness.

It was to this part of the bunker that Katsuko planned to lure the pack of shinobi on her tail to, with ample help from her clones and a lot of luck. She’d already directed her bunshin to layer her remaining explosive tags on and around the faulty bunker pod; all that remained was to actually lure her victims there to explode them. The fire-sword she'd stored on the pod: she could use it make the explosion even louder.

Easier said than done.

Katsuko ducked a flaming katon jutsu—what was it with these people and fire—and pushed off the ground in a chakra aided leap, glancing behind her to make sure her pursuers were still giving chase. Five black shapes blurred and leapt behind her, angry shouts echoing off the cliff walls. Good, just around the corner to—

Wait, where was the sixth?

She was just twisting around to bring her hands up in a block when the sixth attacker slammed into her, the serrated edge of his machete biting into her forearms and her left shoulder.

Katsuko let out a pained grunt and pushed the blade of the machete away from her neck, trapping it in between her and her assailant as she wrapped her arms around him. Her shaking hands formed the seal for a translocation jutsu.

They landed on a bridge connecting the crumbling pod to the bunker, her attacker's breath whooshing out of his lungs as she fell on him. Katsuko twisted, kicking the machete out of her opponent's hands and off of the bridge. She rolled to her feet, scything her leg out in a sweep that caught the enemy ninja in the head and knocked him over the side. Her clones arrived at the scene at the same time the other five shinobi did, meeting in a clash of steel in the air above her.

"Throw it now!" Her shout came out as more of a raspy growl, but the two clones she'd directed it at got the message. Grabbing the sword by its explosion-note wrapped hilt, the two clones threw the sword into a gaping hole in the pod. Katsuko went down on one knee and formed the seal to trigger all of her explosion tags.

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[info]fallen_haruichi
2009-10-28 11:13 pm UTC (link)
A masked head went flying, careening into a far wall. Blood geysered against the ceiling and rained back down upon the frenzied assault the remaining five shinobi were directing against Haruichi. Curses and grunts of rage blackened the air but were only met with silence from the masked ANBU eliciting them. One dead, five to go, and it had only cost a broken rib and two bloody scores across his left thigh. A bargain indeed, but Haruichi didn't have time to slaughter these bastards wholesale - they may have been below his level of kenjutsu, but they were bigger, stronger and more numerous, and more would be on the way.

They knew it too, and dropped into defensive positions as they circled closer. The lab tech had run from the room, doubtless fetching help, and now it was a mere waiting game. Obviously some ninja had remained in the core of the complex to guard their most valuable assets against intrusion, and they would all be headed here - right now. Haruichi assessed his options in a half-second.

Cornered. Injured thrice over. Alone. Tiring. Blood was dripping down the back of his neck from the fucking ceiling.

This was going to get extremely ugly extraordinarly fast. Haruichi pooled his energy quickly, ignoring his wounds in favour of readying a swell of chakra for his byakugan. The pain might be unbearable and the damage might be terrible if he tried using them in the midst of the high-power chakra sources surrounding him; but if Haruichi didn't use the jyuuken he couldn't stand a chance, now. They couldn't yet know he was a Hyuuga behind his mask, and the element of surprise would carry him far.

It would have to, he was only going to be able to see for a few moments at the most.

Haruichi straightened his back and sheathed his katana. Put his hands together and got ready.

"What the hell are you doing?" demanded the new largest, a pair of crescent sickles gleaming in his grip. An ugly streak of amusement coloured his voice from behind his black cloth mask. "Praying for a little divine assitance?"

Haruichi sneered quietly at him from behind his own mask. "As if I'd need any assistance dealing with you," he shot back, funnelling his chakra to his eyes in a rush and not about to admit he could dearly use a miracle.

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[info]fallen_haruichi
2009-10-28 11:13 pm UTC (link)
At which point a flaming sword easily five feet long lanced upwards through the floorboards a foot in front of Haruichi's toes and skewered three of the robed shinobi like bits of pinepple. All five of them, still in that second alive, stared at Haruichi - who was just as wide eyed behind his mask. The door behind them flew open, and the stomp of half a dozen boots signalled the arrival of reinforcements, only to fall silent as everybody in the room stared at the flaming human kebab in the middle of the room.

Then there was a familiar sinister hiss of paper-fine embers and Haruichi ditched his byakugan mid-ignition and bolted like a flick of light for the hole the huge blade had torn in the floor.

He made it - dropping into darkness, swinging on another pipe, and flinging himself through a plate glass observation window - with half a blink to spare before Katsuko's explosive tags detonated. The shockwave pounded the air into a concussive mallet, knocking Haruichi and everything else that wasn't nailed down further across the floor. As if that wasn't enough, at the same moment as a much larger, much more distant explosion below abruptly sent the entire complex into convulsions and collapse.

Chains, cables, beams and bricks strained and roared as the wild architecture of the complex tried to compensate for about an eighth of it suddenly being exploded and/or on fire. For a long handful of moments it was certain that the structure would give up and fall to the base of the cliffs like so many dropped eggshells... but an instant later it seemed to right itself and in the darkness of his hidey hole Haruichi took the chance to do the same to himself.

The slide the shockwave had forced Haruichi into had left broken glass slicing his skin in dozens of vicious little directional cuts. The tailoring on his trench coat was also shredded to hell, which was somehow even more obnoxious. He decided the entire thing (miraclulous escape or not) was an ugly business as he felt the blood streaming thinly down his legs and arms while he quickly checked himself for anything deeper than shallow slices.

Or tried to check. Distracted as he was by a voice clipping through the black air as haughty as could be.

"About bloody time you people showed up! And haven't any of you ever heard of knocking, first?"

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-28 11:15 pm UTC (link)
An important thing to remember about explosion tags--they were lovely when you wanted to blow shit up and cause fiery death, but you had to get out of blast range first.

Katsuko forgot to get out of blast range.

"Oh, shi--"

At the last second, the two clones that had thrown the sword into the pod flung themselves on her and knocked her head over heels away from the explosive blast. They lay across her, shielding her from the fire that bloomed over the pod. Katsuko gasped for air, black spots dancing across her vision.

"Lay low--and watch it next time, idiot," one of them snapped at her. "Want to get us all killed?"

Katsuko growled and punched it in the head, dispelling it in a cloud of smoke. The other copy glared reproachfully at her.

Much as she was loath to admit it, her clone was right. With her ears ringing and her vision blurry after the blast, she was in no shape to go charging back into the fight.

Clutching at her wounded shoulder, Katsuko leapt off the bridge and went to go look for a hiding spot.

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[info]fallen_haruichi
2009-10-28 11:21 pm UTC (link)
Clutching at the worst cut on his shoulder, Haruichi stared at the source of the voice in the darkness and realized that unless he shut her up sharpish whoever it was would give away his hiding spot. He could make out the shadowy outline of a table - restraints and two small bare feet - by the faint glow cast from the broken halogen tubes in the corridor outside.

He could also discern when he was being bitched at by royalty, so unless this place had another princess in the pantry it seemed he'd found their mark. Hopping over to her side (circumventing the glass-strewn floor) Haruichi fished his pen-light from his thigh pocket and cupped the tiny glow in his hand as he held it over the girl's face. Being a Hyuuga, his eyes needed only the tiniest trace of light to see, even without the Byakugan, and what he saw was enough to bring a silent snarl to his face from under his mask.

A pale and pointed face blotched red from crying, dark brown eyes that winced shut against the minuscule source of light, and pale blue hair run to oil and grease where it hung limp over her ears. For all her attitude the poor girl was strapped to the table by iron restraints at ankles, wrists and waist and had sinisterly scripted chakra wards pasted over her bare stomach; waiting to suck knowledge of her bloodline limit out of her while the tubes and wires hooked into a dozen points on her elfin little frame sucked out her blood and fluids. It looked excruciatingly painful for a young girl to be suffering, and if nothing else Haruichi's hatred for this place was amplified by the fact that they hadn't drugged the poor thing before doing this.

Not that they could, he recalled. Her bloodline limit made that impossible.

But it seemed insensibility wasn't in her nature anyway, because the girl managed to force open her eyes and glare blearily at Haruichi's mask as she snapped at him again. "Well, don't you speak Spooky? Aren't you going to ask who you've got the pleasure of rescuing?"

Despite his anager, Haruichi's eyes rolled automatically as he started funnelling chakra into his fingertips. "There's not much need, since your clan hired me to break in and rescue the most irritating little brat I could find, Ayanami-hime," he snapped back, albeit quieter.

A smirk brightened her pointed face, but it vanished as quickly as it came. Haruichi took his eyes off of her face as he finished his preparations and struck out with his fingertips, releasing a pinpoint burst of sheer power to snap the bonds holding her wrist. The metal snapped and flew off into the darkness.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquantence too," the teenager replied, lifting her weak arm to her chest and sighing in something that sounded entirely like relief.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-28 11:24 pm UTC (link)
The compound looked rather worse for the wear, another of its support columns blown completely away. It was going down sooner or later, and Katsuko would put all of her money on "sooner".

Haruichi had better hurry the hell up.

Her shoulder throbbed through her makeshift bandages. She gritted her teeth and bunched her cloak around her shoulder, doing her best to staunch the blood flow. Her head was still ringing from the percussive force of the blast--she blinked rapidly to clear the double-images crowding her vision. She looked up as the pod rumbled ominously.

The soft sound of something landing behind her was almost drowned out by the crash of the bridge crumbling to the ground.

Katsuko didn't bother turning around to fight--simply pushed off the cliff wall and kawarimi'ed with one of her clones mid-drop. She landed near the mouth of the valley just as a sharp twist of her chakra told her clone had been violently dispelled.

A scream of frustration echoed through the valley--female, not quite human, and very very angry. Katsuko looked up in time to see something large and furry leap off the cliff where she had been hiding just moments before.

Her radio crackled static into her ear. "Oi--Haru? I think I'm being stalked by one of the lab experiments that broke free. Looks like an Inuzuka dog gone wrong. And I'm kind of wounded. Badly. Mind picking up the pace?"

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[info]fallen_haruichi
2009-10-28 11:29 pm UTC (link)
Gently maneuvring the weakened girl into a piggy-back lift, Haruichi felt the unnaturally amplified scrape of field bandages against open cuts nearly everywhere her skinny little frame touched his left side. He'd have healed them, as he wished he could heal several open sores and wounds on the girl, but there wasn't time. Just convincing her that she had to be carried had taken ten seconds longer than they could spare, and had required drawing her attention to the thousand shards of broken glass and her bare feet to close the debate. Not that she was done commenting on his rescue technique:

"I'm gonna get poked in the eye by this thing, Spooky," the princess muttered, fidgetting her arms around his neck as she tried to edge futher away from his sheathed katana's hilt.

Haruichi gave the scathing look meant for her to the shattered window he was about to jump them through. "Be thankful that's not the business end and keep quiet," he told her, only to recieve the (admittedly silent) jab of a pointy little elbow right in the join of his chest armour by way of reply.

This was going to be a particularly trying episode in his life, of that Haruichi was becoming certain. And - as usual - he was proven ingloriously correct as Katsuko's voice crackled into his earbud right as he was reaching up to tap his headset and tell her he had their target safe.

"Bloody hell," he hissed in answer, jumping through the empty window frame and taking off at a run down shadowed and broken halls - the princess biting down a squeal and settling for jabbing him in the ribs again. "Ow! Ach, stop it! Listen, I've got the target and we're on our way out. Just keep all your bits and pieces together and I'll fix it when we rendevous, get to high ground. I'll get you some cover."

At exactly that moment, the sound of a raging howl that belonged in the darkest nightmares echoed over the radio from Katsuko's end. Even through the tinny speaker the size of a pea it sounded terrifying, and Haruichi heard Ayaname-hime gasp from right behind his ear.

"Holy shit! Is she getting chased by a werewolf?"

Haruichi took a corner at top speed and very nearly succumbed to the urge to whack the girl off the wall as he turned. "No!" A pause, and Haruichi had to ask. "You're not, right?"

"If it's a werewolf don't let it bite you!" cried the princess, fingers clenching into his shoulders. Haruichi very nearly succumbed to the urge to knock himself out, now. Sheer incredulity could make him want to do that.

"Irregardless don't let it bite you! I'll be there in two minutes, I promise." Fear for Katsuko was thrilling through his nerves now, but his eyes narrowed in anticipation of the next move. He didn't need the byakugan to see straight and clear to what ought to happen now.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-28 11:31 pm UTC (link)
"I think if I was close enough to see if it were a werewolf, I'd be dead," Katsuko replied blandly. "It's tearing through my bunshin like they're a field of daisies." She winced as several of her clones were violently dispelled at once, her steps quickening with the return of chakra to her body.

"Anyways, we'll see soon enough. This thing tracks by scent or I'm Ayanami-hime's uncle. And I'm leaving a blood trail that might as well paint an arrow towards me. Oh hey, look, explosion tags." Grinning, she snatched the packet of tags from a gently smoking corpse (or, at least, the upper half of it) and continued running for her life.

"My name is Haruhime, I'll have you know!" Their target's shrill voice sounded over her comm radio. Katsuko rolled her eyes. Poor Haruichi.

The valley looked like a scene from an apocalyptic movie, littered with charred bodies and melted sand. Black scorch marks extended all the way from the valley mouth, where she had started her assault, up to and all over the former human testing facility. The facility itself was sagging under the sheer destruction she had managed to wreak, its support columns and outer buildings completely ruined by her and her enraged clones.

Another snarl and a rush of air above her had her ducking in time to avoid decapitation, clawed hands and fangs shattering the cliff wall above her.

"Shit! Haruichi, I'm heading for the top of the valley. Whatever you're going to do, do it fast!"

Katsuko dropped into a roll as another snarl sounded above her, her wounded shoulder screaming in protest, and snatched her kodachi from its sheathe as she surged to her feet.

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[info]fallen_haruichi
2009-10-28 11:33 pm UTC (link)
By this time, Haruichi had hit upon his target destination. The morass of organic energy, the chakra signals, that he'd spotted in the hall adjoining the stairwell right before he'd dropped down and been snagged into that genjutsu and the subsequent bloodbath. He kicked a chakra-buzzing boot neatly into the electronic keypad and winced his eyes against the hot, stale reek of pained humanity that gushed through the cracked-apart doors.

"Stay here," he told, the girl, dropping her gently onto the hall floor. A pair of vivid brown eyes glared up at him, and were summarily ignored as he urgently wedged the doors apart and strode into the cell block.

He cut a solitary silhouette of white in the stinking gloom, with his shadow the only one discernable in a long stretch of light cast into the darkened ranks of cells. Haruichi felt a deep and sinking twist in his chest for the smatterings of eyes that flinched away from the light he stood in. Silence fell, breath was held, and hopes doubtless lifted by the sound and sensation of Katsuko nearly tearing the complex apart became simply incandecent in the air as he stood there. The bars and chains holding them were marked with village insignia - Stone, Grass, Rain and Sand - little specimen tags, like labels on pinned butterflies.

There were fifty of them or so, and they'd all been ninja - once upon a time.

Haruichi found the override release switch, raised a hand over it, and rather hoped they hadn't forgotten the knack of it.

"If I let you out, do you promise to misbehave?" he inquired sharply, low voice cutting through the rancid air as sure as the light from the open door.

The roar of bloodthirsty jubliation that shook the air in response was all the affirmative Haruichi needed to slam the switch, turn on his heel and snatch up the wide-eyed and beaming princess who'd followed him in to the darkness. They had a good ten seconds of a headstart, and they needed every breath of it as the experiments this place had bled its profits from shot out of their nightmare cages and back into the real world.

Sadly for the rallying remains of the lab's guards, they had no such warning. By the time Hyuuga Haruichi and Ayanami Haruhime skidded out of the back door he'd entered by, bolting for the valley's highest edge; the carnage below was enough to ensure that the two Konoha ANBU and their prize were the last things anybody cared about.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-28 11:37 pm UTC (link)
Katsuko honestly couldn’t tell if the wolf doggy ape monster thing was a werewolf or not. It looked more like a amalgam of all the vicious fanged predators in Wind Country. Multicolored patches of rank fur hung off of its rangy frame. Yellowed teeth nearly as long and sharp as its claws clustered in its mouth like shark fangs, forcing it to keep its lips continually parted. Standing on its hind legs (as it was doing now to lunge for her throat) the thing topped six feet. It attacked single-mindedly, twisting and snapping at her with chilling speed. Katsuko dodged another impossible swipe of clawed hands and darted close enough to grab onto matted fur and pull herself up with her right hand, blade clutched in her left. Her wounded shoulder throbbed in time with her racing heartbeat, but she ignored both long enough to plunge her kodachi deep into the thing’s upper arm, pushing until she felt the solid impact of steel hitting bone. She gritted her teeth and dug her blade in harder.

The thing roared in agony and struck at her savagely, claws scraping down the side of her mask. Katsuko blinked away the black spots dancing in her vision, wrapped her hands around the thing’s upper arm, and pulled. The next time the creature struck her, the impact sent her—and its severed arm—flying away. The tag she'd planted on the back of its neck triggered, and its head erupted in a fountain of gore. Katsuko grinned tightly, triumph coursing through her veins--

And the ground rushed up to meet her, gritty sand and rock jolting with enough force to knock the wind out of her lungs.

For a blessed, merciful second she blacked out and couldn't feel a thing. Then her vision cleared, air raced back into her lungs, and her shoulder sent a roaring wave of agony through her body. Ow shit fuck Kami on a pogo stick she couldn't move her arms--

A flash of motion and a crash from the valley below. Muffling a groan, Katsuko rolled to her uninjured side.

A slim figure raced out of the compound, carrying an even tinier figure on its back. Thank the Kami. Haruichi had gotten out with the target, mission accomplished. Her sigh of relief cut off abruptly as a chorus of yells sounded and a multitude of black shapes poured out of the compound after her partner.

Oh shit. More lab guards?

Pushing the pain aside, Katsuko scrabbled to her feet. Had to help Haruichi had to help Haruichi had to help Haruichi. Her injured hand went to the stolen packet of explosive tags at her belt, while her uninjured one felt for the kodachi that was...lying two hundred feet away from the lip of the valley, buried in the remains of the wolf-ape-thing.

Shit.

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[info]fallen_haruichi
2009-10-28 11:39 pm UTC (link)
Being back under the starlight felt like surfacing from some horrible depth, and Haruichi's feet raced all the faster for it. They were out. They were out! At his ear he could feel the girl on his back gulping in huge lungfuls of fresh air, and her arms squeezing tighter around his neck and shoulder. Behind them the sounds of chaos were ringing like bells, but - and now Haruichi's lifted spirits began to dive - there was nothing but silence on the high ridge ahead of them.

Katsuko was anything but silent. Haruichi pooled his energy and summoned up his byakugan searching frantically for the practically neon brilliance of the woman's chakra coils. He found her, and practically flew up the last fractured cliff-face to reach her.

His haste was justified. She looked like hell, inside and out. Behind his mask, Haruichi's eyes narrowed in deep concern as he clenched his teeth and started to pick his way towards her.

Any memorable words of greeting, victory or admonishment he'd been about to employ were somewhat dashed, however...

"Oh my god! I told you it was a werewolf!" Ayanami-hime shrilled, right in his ear. She was staring down at the carcass a foot in front of them - which Haruichi hadn't even registered in his concern for his teammate. Wincing, he clapped a hand to his ear and looked down at the gnarled and bloody corpse. The kodaichi sticking out of it rather implied the cause of death.

It was the first thing Haruichi handed Katsuko once they were eventually reunited a few hundred feet from the edge of the Cliff of Sorrows. From the sounds of unholy jubilation echoing up into the night sky Haruichi thought they might have to rename the place soon.

"You look like a complete disaster," he told Katsuko, relieved beyond measure that he could say that.

A pale little hand snaked around and jabbed him in the ribs. "That's bloody unchivalrous of you to say!"

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-28 11:41 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah, buddy," Katsuko croaked. "Bloody unchivalrous of you to say." She took the kodachi and clasped Haruichi's hand gratefully before looking down at the chaos and carnage in the valley below.

Huh.

Well, that was a nice turn of events.


"Let me guess," she drawled, watching as one lab guard was torn limb from screaming limb. "Some of the experiments got out."

"Spooky let them out!" The little blue-haired waif Haruichi was toting piped up. "It was amazing!."

"Oh." Katsuko turned to give Haruichi a considering glance. Letting the prisoners out had been a good tactical maneuver in hindsight, but the prisons had been kind of a detour. It hadn't been necessary to free the former experiments, no matter that Katsuko would have done so if she had been in the complex, and she felt a surge of warm gratitude toward the Hyuuga medic.

She smiled at Haruichi, knowing that he could see through her mask with the byakugan. "Nice job."

The little blue-haired girl--Haruhime, she said her name was?--snorted. "Hah. As if. He might have done some things right, but you should have seen him come falling down from the ceiling after that explosion. Landed right on his face, he did. Cut himself up bad too. Though he doesn't look nearly as cut up as you do, right now."

Katsuko winced and swept her an abbreviated bow. "It is an honor to make your acquaintance too, Haruhime-sama."

Imperious brown eyes narrowed. "Are you a girl or a boy?"

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[info]fallen_haruichi
2009-10-28 11:44 pm UTC (link)
Haruichi actually bumped his hand into his mask, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose in exasperation. His brain was screaming 'how can I be unchivalrous to a man?!' but he kept his mouth firmly shut and pretended he'd just been reaching up to rub a smudge of blood from around his mask's eyehole.

He probably didn't want to hear the princess's answer to that question anyway.

"She's charmed by your presence, is what she is," Haruichi told her, hitching the girl a little further up his back so she could be carried easier. Standing with her dead weight was honestly exhausting, and he had a lot of work left to do before any of them could rest. "We've got to move. Sunagakure will be sending somebody to investigate, and though better late than never works for them finding this place, it isn't going to work for us."

His eyes trekked up to the stars again, orienting their position again with a few carefully considered calculations and his memories of their journey to the spot. "Alright," he said, reaching back to set Haruhime down again. She did a better job of staying on her feet this time, but her hand still shot out to grab Katsuko for support. Not wasting time, Haruichi pulled off his partially-shredded trench coat, slipped their map into a pocket in his trousers, and tugged the beige cloth around the shivering girl before pulling the hood up to cover her pale hair.

"Tell me if you feel nauseous or cold," he said to her, swiftly doing up the front and leaving bloodied fingerprints at every buttonhole. He looked into the girl's eyes from behind his mask, and saw her looking right back, pride keeping her eyes clear and her back straight even though she could barely stand.

Aristocracy bred that special kind of stubborness, and Haruichi should know. He glanced up from Haruihime's face to Katsuko's, feeling as much concern for his teammate as for their target. "I can't carry both of you," he admitted.

"I can walk," protested Haruhime, still holding onto Katsuko in an effort to stay standing.

Masks or not, you didn't need to see the two ANBU's faces to know what expressions were on them.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-28 11:45 pm UTC (link)
Katsuko looked down at Haruhime's skinny fingers wrapped around her weapons belt and fought the urge to ruffle the kid's hair and roll her eyes at the same time. She stepped closer to the girl and slung an arm around her slender shoulders, tugging Haruhime in. The Ayanami heir rested her slight weight against Katsuko with a sigh.

Stubborn kid. You had to admire that in a civilian.

"My shoulder's the worst off," she told Haruichi factually, motioning to her bloodstained coat. "Heal that, and I can carry the kid until we find someplace to lay low."

"For elite ninja," Haruhime muttered, "You improvise a lot, don't you?"

Katsuko's grin was just a bit strained. "That's how we roll, kid. You don't improvise, you're dead."

"Don't call me 'kid'. I've been leading the Ayanami since I turned twelve!"

"So you've been leading them for what? A year?" Katsuko looked skeptically down at their charge.

Said charge kicked her in the shins, teeth bared in a growl. "I'm fifteen, cretin!"

"Ow." Katsuko looked indignantly at Haruichi. "She called me a cretin! How did you stand it?"

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[info]fallen_haruichi
2009-10-28 11:49 pm UTC (link)
There was no question, Haruichi was not letting the two females get any closer to each other than they had to be. He rolled his eyes behind his mask and scooped the indignant princess up, settling her into a piggy-back position. "By being an adult. I think both of you need a nap time," he observed, ignoring the dig to his ribs (thank god she kept missing the broken one) that earned from his passenger. He shook his head at Katsuko, and shifted his eyes from her shoulder. Healing that would be a longer job than Katsuko imagined, but he didn't think he should tell her as much now. They had to run.

"We'll find a place to lay low, and then I'll see to your shoulder. I'm not having you carrying her as you are. It would be unchivalrous."

"Pfft," snorted Haruhime into his shoulder. He could feel that her grip around his neck was far weaker than it had been before. She was tiring, they all were. It was time to get going before the lost the chance.

He didn't look back at the destruction they'd left behind as the three of them vanished into the darkness clinging to the windswept sands. He didn't even listen for the continuing cries of battle and bloodthirst that echoed up the valley walls. Katsuko was five feet to his left, Haruhime was clinging onto his back; they had hundreds of miles to cross and they were all losing blood.

And yet, Haruichi wasn't worried. He could heal their wounds. They'd gotten the princess out of that pit, and they'd torn the place to hell on their way out; nobody could heal that for their enemies. It had been a long time since Haruichi had felt a sense of victory that wasn't compromised by the knowledge that it was purely ephemeral. That what he'd done would all be undone with the next wound inflicted on his patients. This was forever. He was going to remember this. Even if he hadn't had the rather unforgettable duo of Ueno Katsuko and Ayanami Haruhime with him, he'd have remembered this.

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