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Off the Reservation [Ginta, Arakaki, Kakashi] [Jan. 1st, 2011|09:54 am]
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Ginta was already in the underpinnings of his uniform — he'd donned ANBU blacks to go confront Arakaki — and his armour was ready. Most of it was new. He even had a new mask to replace the one he'd lost on that ill-fated mission Kakashi had brought him back half-dead from. All the way dead, whispered a treacherous voice in his head, as he slipped his chest armour on and tightened straps still stiff and unyielding. Not like his old armour, with leather gone soft from years of use, and the weight molded perfectly to his body. The new vest was heavier, harder. Stronger, Quartermaster had said.

It felt like being a rookie again.

Ryouma was still a rookie. He'd joined up in December: he had more than half a year to go before he lost that rookie status. And it was Ginta's fault Ryouma had joined in the first place.

Ginta packed his medical kit, the extra blanket, all his tracking tools, extra rations. Weapons.

Then he sat down and penned a message to Arakaki.

1300 hours, May 3.

Hatake Kakashi and Sakamoto Ginta are departing via the East Sea Road with the intent to track and retrieve Tousaki Ryouma. If we have not sent word by May 7, you may presume our mission has failed and send a retrieval team for us.

Sakamoto Ginta, Jounin 10061, ANBU


He stamped his personal seal in red next to his name, then picked up his pen and added a postscript.

Hokage-sama, I apologize. Arakaki-taichou left me no choice.

He rolled it into a scroll, sealed that, and made one more stop. Genma's door.

Genma was there, still looking pale and ill and too thin, with his left hand bound up in bandages and a metal contraption that looked like it had come from the bowels of Shida's sub-basement.

"What's wrong?" Genma asked, giving Ginta a long, slow, assessing look.

"I need you to give this to Arakaki for me on the sixth." Ginta held out the scroll.

"Why? What is it? Where are you going?"

"Mission." Ginta tapped his tattoo in a half salute. "Don't ask. Just make sure Arakaki gets that on the sixth. It's important."

"Are you cleared for missions? You can't be. Raidou's not cleared yet, and I know you were hurt at least as bad as him. You're still limping." Genma took a step out the door, holding the scroll. Reaching like he might try to hold Ginta back.

"Make sure Arakaki gets that on the sixth. I'm trusting you, Genma." Ginta looked his friend in the eye, and saw amber rings thin around widening pupils.

"Ginta, wait—"

Ginta didn't. He translocated away, leaving a swirl of dissipating vapor and a baffled, worried friend in his wake.

When he got to the Western gate, he found Kakashi there, masked and impatient. Ginta slipped his own mask over his face. "Okay, I took care of things. Let's go. We'll want to circle around to the East Sea Road to start, but maybe we should parallel it for now."