| The Birthday Party (Ibiki, Idate, Tsume, Kiba, Hana, Kuromaru) |
[Mar. 2nd, 2011|03:02 pm] |
Takes place July 7, three months after Ibika’s rescue of Kiba from the Forest of Death in Where the Wild Things Are and Tsume’s failed search for Ryouma in Never and Always, and two months after Ibiki and Asuma’s retrieval mission for Kakashi and Ginta in Tiny Little Fractures (That arc will continue as planned, we’re just time-skipping Tsume and Ibiki)
Ibiki had never been inside the Inuzuka compound before. He’d walked by it plenty of times, but from the road all one could see were the dense thicket of trees that bordered the Inuzuka land and separated it from the rest of Konoha, and the occasional wisp of smoke from cooking fires. Rumor had it, according to his little brother Idate, that setting one uninvited foot onto the path through the trees would result in a vicious mauling by a pack of savage Inuzuka hounds that were too wild to be ninken.
“Jotaro’s brother tried it on a dare,” Idate said solemnly, “and he got his whole face eaten off, and you could see the bones and everything.”
“Really?” Ibiki asked. They were nearing the compound now, strolling under dappled shadows on the road next to the compound. The closer they got, the more Idate slowed down.
“Really, niisan. Really, really.”
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“Well it’s a good thing we’re invited then, isn’t it? Do you have the invitation?” ) |
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| Hair of the Dog [Kuromaru, Ginta] |
[May. 3rd, 2010|10:03 am] |
[Takes place one week after Tsume and Asuma get out of the hospital inFeuds and Families, which followed the pirate thread, and six days after Ginta was in This Time Is Different, with Ryouma.]
Kuromaru stood on the streets of Konoha, holding his new hands out in the streetlamp just to see them turn a pale gold. As a canine, he had limited color vision, but in his human form everything was brighter. Things tasted different, too. He knew. He'd tested a lot of foods in both forms.
The night air felt funny on his skin, clad in mesh rather than fur. He knew he should probably put on a coat, but it was a nice feeling. Different. Different was fun, sometimes.
Putting his lips together so he could whistle, he practiced as he headed down the street, sliding through clusters of people out after dark, watching as they made a path for him.
Tsume hadn't wanted to come with him tonight, but that was okay. She'd at least turned him human, so he could play in all the restaurants without getting in trouble. ( And he'd remembered his dogtags, so he had ID. ) |
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| The Devil's Got My Secret (Tsume/Ryouma) |
[Nov. 12th, 2009|11:22 am] |
Backdated. Takes place March 31, the day after All We Know Is Distance, the day before Tsume leaves on her mission with Asuma inFire and Water, and five days before Kakashi wakes up in Welcome to My Morning.
"Ryouma," Kuromaru said, pausing in the apartment doorway, "is still not in his room."
Tsume slid the whetstone along her kunai, glancing over at her familiar. He looked highly disapproving. Her lips twitched. "Well, Kuromaru, if you're going to let him be the alpha, he can go wherever he wants."
"I know." Kuromaru walked inside, stiff-legged and unhappy. "He's probably with Kakashi still."
Tsume felt that golden eye narrow at her, and tried not to react.
"You know they're mounting each other."
Tsume snorted a laugh. "Pup, Kakashi's in a coma." If Ryouma's clone hadn't found them the night before to let them know where Ryouma was and why -- with instructions that they could visit if they brought food -- rumor would have still told her about Kakashi. ANBU were almost as good at fighting as they were at gossip.
"Well." Kuromaru flopped down. "We should go check on him."
She almost said they didn't need to hover -- which was true -- but... it was nice to see a friendly face, even if you were just sitting with a hospitalized friend, rather than hospitalized yourself. It wasn't like Ryouma had other family to visit -- or Kakashi either, though she wasn't sure if Kakashi would even appreciate guests. And Ryouma probably was bored.
Tsume stood, opening the chest she'd planted at the foot of her bed. Her armor was still heaped in a corner, but now her clothes and various bits and pieces were at least dumped into the chest, instead of strewn across the floor. She dug around until she found a deck of cards, then slipped them into the pocket of her cargos. ( They could stop by and get okonomiyaki, too, which would probably make Ryouma happier than any friendly face. ) |
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| Coming and Going [Kuromaru, Yasuo, Waki] |
[Jun. 24th, 2009|05:34 pm] |
[Companion piece to the Pirates thread. Takes place during Pirates and Ninja.]
"You're a bad ninja," Kuromaru mumbled, his muzzle resting on his forepaws as he lay across the hospital bed.
Yasuo refrained from pointing out that Kuromaru was the one needed in the hospital for chakra surgeries -- even if they were mostly certain the rot was gone this time. He also refrained from pointing out that if Kuromaru hadn't been so determined to leave the village, they could be home in the clan grounds right now waiting for Tsume's return, rather than locked in a hospital room to ensure Kuromaru stayed where he belonged. And finally, he refrained from pointing out that he was following orders, while Kuromaru was disobeying them at every turn -- his doctor's orders to stay put for surgery, the Hokage's orders that Tsume go without Kuromaru, and Tsume's orders that Kuromaru stay here.
( Refraining was getting easier. He'd already pointed everything out many times over the last two days. ) |
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| World's Oldest Painkiller [Tsume, Ginta, Kuromaru] |
[May. 17th, 2009|09:16 pm] |
[Backdated. Takes place March 22, ten minutes after Wild Dog in a Nest of Vipers, the evening before Carry Me Home (and the Tsume threads that followed), and two days before Dude, That Was YOU?]
"I told them to open the door so I could rip off their faces, but they wouldn't," Kuromaru growled. His growl rose into a snarl as they passed through the sublevel corridors, past more Intel agents. As far as he was concerned, they were probably all in on it, and therefore equally worthy of his anger.
"Well, hang onto that ripping of faces. When Botan gets out of here--"
"I'm going to rip off his face so much."
Tsume nodded grimly, shoving into the stairwell and hammering up. "Me, too. Bite off his other pinky."
Kuromaru's tail wagged enthusiastically. "I can't believe they just locked me in a cell. Why didn't they interrogate me? I'd have told them."
Tsume didn't point out that they were probably more worried about his ripping their faces off. The second floor came and went.
"And then, if they didn't believe me or made you smell upset, I'd have ripped their faces off."
( Tsume slammed through the third floor doorway. ) |
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| Blind-Sided [closed to Kuromaru, Kakashi, and Tsume] |
[May. 5th, 2009|07:11 pm] |
[Takes place March 25th, two days after Laugh Like You Really Mean It and Make Me Better]
Kuromaru shook the thoroughly-dead hamster, feeling its spine snap again, and trotted out of the Forest of Death. Forest of Death hamsters weren't easy prey. Not only did they have the agility of a rodent, but they had oversized teeth, too. And anything that weighed forty pounds and had nasty claws and paw-length incisors was something to be reckoned with. Not that Kuromaru had been worried--not even for a moment.
( Okay, maybe one moment when it had gone for his balls, but anyone would be worried under those circumstances. ) |
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| Wild Dog in a Nest of Vipers [closed to Ginta, Tsume, & Ibiki] |
[Apr. 6th, 2009|10:44 pm] |
[Takes place Saturday, March 22, three days after Don't Wanna Fight This War, and two days after Picking Up the Pieces]
Ginta was just on his way out his door when he ran into Tsume and Kuromaru. That wasn't unusual--they were neighbors. But seeing them in the company of Abe Jimon was. He knew the man more by reputation than direct experience. Officially he was one of Intel's debriefers, but rumor held that he worked Internal Ops, handling the sort of debriefings that followed mission failures, agent deaths, suspicions of treachery...
"Hey Tsume, Kuromaru," he said casually. "What's up?" He nodded a half-bow to Abe, who returned it with stiff-necked formality. "You coming in or going out?"
Tsume gave their escort a sharp-eyed glance. "Going out, apparently," she said. Her voice held nothing more alarming than irritation. Kuromaru, at her side, evinced a distinctly doggy version of the same sentiment, shaking his ruff and grumbling something so low it sounded like a growl.
"That good, huh?" Ginta asked. He gave Abe a cool look. "Something going on a friend ought to be concerned about?"
"Not at all, Sakamoto-san," Abe replied smoothly. "It just happens that I was delivering a request to Inuzuka-san to go over some details of her latest mission. Since she happened to be in, we agreed that there was no time like the present." ( His smile made Ginta itch. ) |
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| Picking Up the Pieces [Closed to Kuromaru and Ryouma] |
[Apr. 6th, 2009|09:51 pm] |
[[Takes place March 20th, one day after Don't Wanna Fight This War and two days after Make it Right.]]
Kuromaru picked up the plush puppy, now missing its other eye, and trotted out the door.
"Where're you going?" Tsume called after him, her voice drifting down the hall.
"To see Ryouma!" He didn't know if she understood--his mouth was full of stuffed dog--but he didn't wait to find out, either. At some point she'd remember that even if he was injured, she wasn't his alpha--had never been his alpha--and he didn't have to answer to her.
Ryouma was the alpha!
Kuromaru stretched out his legs, covering ground rapidly. Down the corridor, past the elevators, around another corner and back up, following the hall to the other side of the U-shape. He dropped his plush puppy on the floor and rose onto his hind legs, pawing at a door handle.
It didn't turn. He dropped down, bit the knob carefully, squeezed until the metal dented under his teeth, and turned.
It still didn't turn.
Kuromaru sat back on his haunches and glowered. "Ryouuuuuuma!" he howled at long last. |
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| Make it Right [Closed to Tsume, Ryouma, Kuromaru] |
[Feb. 20th, 2009|10:18 pm] |
[[Takes place March 18th, two days after Pleased To Meet You, Won't You Lock Me In A Cell? and three days after The Weight of the World]]
Tsume glanced out the window once more, though Ryouma had long since disappeared from view. Then she ducked back into the bathroom, angling her head to see the bandaging on one temple. She was down to a large, skin-colored band-aid that looked nothing like skin. New flesh, vividly pink as the edges of scabs peeled away, drew lines back into her hair and flicked across her forehead, melding slowly into the rose-petal pink of new skin. The worst of the rot was still heavily scabbed under the band-aid, but even that was only the size of her thumb, now. It was healing slowly.
Kuromaru's was healing slower still, since his damage was worse. Still, his skin was mending. ( His mental state... wasn't. ) |
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| Pay It Forward [closed to Tsume and Genma] |
[Jan. 22nd, 2009|11:07 pm] |
[Takes place March 14th, five days after Would You Bite the Hand, two days after Connect the Dots, and one day after All the King's Horses and All the King's Men...]
"You're cheating."
"I am not!" Kuromaru shuffled his cards in his human hands, lips pursing together as if that might help him think.
"You are, too! If you have two aces, that means there are five in the deck." Tsume shuffled her stack and glared at her familiar, who was currently wearing her face--if horribly injured. In human form the scabbed injuries should probably be bandaged, but bandaging through a body-change was almost impossible, and they fell off his fur. She looked away again quickly. The hitai-ate he'd pulled down over his missing eye did little to hide the twisted, oozing flesh around it, raw skin that coursed across his temple, smearing over his forehead and writhing around the mangled flesh of his missing ear.
Her nausea was from the jutsu that had given him human form, a jutsu she probably shouldn't have done. ( His appearance wasn't helping her guts any, though. ) |
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| All the King's Horses and All the King's Men... [closed] |
[Jan. 22nd, 2009|08:58 pm] |
[Takes place March 13th, the day after Connect the Dots, and two days before Ryouma gets off his crutches in The Weight of the World]
"What are you doing?" Tsume watched her familiar warily as he gathered up his puppy plushie and trotted toward the door, tail waving behind him. It had been only two days since he'd been discharged, evidenced by the bandages across his face and head, and she wasn't thrilled at the idea of letting him out of her sight.
"I told Ryouma he could have this puppy back at the hospital, but he forgot it. I just saw him outside." His tail wagged again. "I'll be right back."
Glancing out the window of their apartment, Tsume just catching sight of the tall, dark-haired shinobi as he crutched out toward the training fields. "Kuromaru--" She remembered too well his panic at Ryouma less than a week before.
"It's fine," Kuromaru said with great exasperation. "I was just wounded. I'm okay now. Discharged and everything." ( And then he was gone down the hall, a shadow slipping along the corridors. ) |
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| Connect the Dots [closed to Haruichi and Tsume] |
[Jan. 21st, 2009|01:32 pm] |
[Takes place on March 12, eight days after the humans were released from the hospital and Ordinary Miracles, one day after Throwing a Bone.]
It was a relief to know that, soon, they'd have their chakra links back. Going without had been an exercise in weakness, highlighted by her spar with Raidou.
But the doctors had pronounced them tentatively rot-free, and ready for their chakra links to be rebuilt. Everything was finally spinning to a close, and Tsume couldn't begin to describe the relief. Waki had even said that her face would start healing faster, with her chakra pathways repaired and her energy flowing properly again.
The hospital was just as odor-ridden as always, and she breathed shallowly through her mouth while Kuromaru grumbled about alcohol and disease.
"...and if I get ear mites," he continued under his breath.
"You're not going to get ear mites in a hospital," Tsume shot back, sliding a grin down at him. "You just got out of the hospital, and they didn't leave you with ear mites the first time." Three people scooted out of their path, the patient wide-eyed, and they took the stairs up. Up into the rooms for chakra and seals, and Tsume glanced down at her scroll to check the number before heading down the hall.
Their footsteps echoed, but at least here it didn't smell so horrid. It smelled like... like...
( She knew that scent. Nonexistent hackles rose. ) |
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| Throwing a Bone. [Closed to Raidou and Tsume] |
[Jan. 21st, 2009|01:30 am] |
[Takes place two days after Equilibrium and Could You Bite the Hand.]
It was amazing, really, what ANBU could get away with. Raidou had punched a cop in the face, Genma had broken an Uchiha collarbone, and both of them had come away with nothing more than an official reprimand, three months of docked pay, and an amused look from Arisa, Genma's Intel friend, who'd come to bail them out.
Whatever complaints you could make about Intel, they sure managed to make criminal charges vanish fast. Raidou wasn't quite sure he wanted to know how--or why. Being grateful was about all he had the energy to manage, what with the hangover, and most of that was directed at Genma.
Sometime in the evening after their release, Raidou found his backbone, quenched his lingering desire to duck and run, and sat through three-quarters of a healing. The fact that Genma performed the honours with a quick smile, careful hands, and a whole lot of patience, made it more of a trial than actual torture. But Raidou still planned to stay far away from anymore damn claws.
( Well, right after he found Tsume and sorted things out. ) |
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| Blood Will Make It Right [closed to Ryouma and Tsume] |
[Nov. 30th, 2008|05:25 pm] |
[[Set the day after The Safest Place You've Found, Gestalt, and Ryouma's journal entry of March 6.]]
Ryouma had never considered himself much of a morning person. True, there was that whole exciting vista of a brand-new day spread out before him, but facing it generally involved getting out of bed. When Tsume slipped out, sometime after dawn, he rolled over, mumbling something incoherent, and snuggled into the pillow she left behind.
Then he smelled coffee, and woke up properly.
Tsume was puttering between bathroom and kitchen, hair still mussed from sleep, toothbrush wagging in the corner of her mouth. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and propped himself up on one elbow to watch. She disappeared into the bathroom for a moment to rinse and spit; when she wandered out again, she was raking her fingers through her hair, sorting the messy locks into some approximation of order. Silent in thick woolen socks, she padded back to the tiny kitchen-nook to check the coffeepot and fetch down a mug. Even in the overlarge tee-shirt she'd slept in, standing on tiptoe and reaching over her head, she was one long lean line of muscle and elegance.
Ryouma grinned at the world in general. "Putting the mugs on the top shelf was my best idea ever," he said, and sat the rest of the way up. "Did you make enough for me?" |
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| Gestalt (closed to Kuromaru, Yasuo, Waki) |
[Nov. 21st, 2008|08:05 pm] |
[Takes place in early March, two days after Just Promise To Keep Your Heart Broken, and at the same time as Ew, What's That Smell?]
Yasuo had been looking at his partner's partner for some time, gaze traveling up to the human body only to drop back down to his book again. There was something niggling at the back of his head. Something about the shape...
Tsume had been there earlier, and would be back again later. Watching her look at herself, so badly damaged, had been almost painful. He knew the form upset her and caused disorientation in Kuromaru, whenever he woke. He woke expecting a wolf-form, and instead he was still a man. The canine's chakra was weak and diseased--they were waiting for him to get a bit stronger before the next surgery. Yasuo understood that any jutsu that used Kuromaru's chakra would only make the rot spread now. It was why they hadn't tried to wake him up and change him back--( they worried that even letting him release the jutsu would be harmful. ) |
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| Barking Up the Wrong Tree [closed to Ginta & Kuromaru] |
[Aug. 7th, 2008|02:27 pm] |
Takes place at the end of January, the same night as Sacred Spaces
Ginta has enjoying a little midnight snack of canned peaches on toaster waffles. Actually perhaps, given the hour, it was more of a pre-dawn breakfast. But since he hadn't slept yet, it really wasn't breakfast. Breakfast was the meal you ate when you got up after you'd been asleep. This was more of a very-delayed midnight snack. Or a midnight snack several hundred kilometers to the west, somewhere in outer Wind Country, where the sun was farther from rising and it really was closer to midnight. Or something like that. Actually Ginta didn't care much about the definitions. ( He cared about his peach waffles, dripping with syrup and topped with a glob of whipped cream. ) |
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