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Diversionary Tactics [Mar. 4th, 2014|05:43 pm]
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“Explosive tags?” Kakashi asked her. She’d used most of hers on the last mission.

“I make my own.”

Unusual, but not unheard of. Maybe measuring tiny sections of her chakra out into charged paper was part of her small jutsu practice.

She and Ryouma both kept their mission med-kits in the lockers. Kakashi could steal them out and check them later. He’d already restocked his own.

He couldn’t think of anything else immediate.

“1900 at the gate?” he asked Raidou.

“You stole my line,” Raidou said, sounding amused. “Everyone clear on what they’re doing?”

Genma nodded. “Crystal. Hatake, any advice for me for talking to Rin-sensei? What does she like for breakfast?”

“Fruit,” Kakashi said. “And anything high-energy she can eat one-handed. Just do everything she says and don’t tell her she looks young for a medic.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Genma said. “Shall I tell her hello for you?”

It wasn’t an invasive request, but it still felt too… personal to say yes. Kakashi coughed and closed the file, stacking the med-kits on top of it. “I’ll make a start on this. Send a clone to me if you think of something else you need.”

“You know where you can find me,” Genma said. “If I finish with the medic with time to spare, I'll come back here to prep.”

“Ditto,” said Raidou.

“I’ll be off doing—” Katsuko made a vague hand gesture. “Things. Somewhere.”

“Ryouri-sensei,” Raidou said pointedly.

“Also that,” Katsuko said.

Ryouma scratched dried blood off his lip and pushed himself up from the couch, carefully dislodging Katsuko. He was still half-naked; the silver ring through his right nipple glinted under the office lights, in slightly strange contrast to the paperwork. Though it went just fine with the intricate, jewel-toned dragon tattooed across his left pectoral and collarbone. If they ever had to go undercover as Yakuza, Ryouma was going to fit in just fine.

“Thanks for running our errands,” he said, crossing the room to ferret in his locker for a clean shirt. “Wasn’t looking forward to getting yelled at by the QM again.”

“Have you tried flirting?” Kakashi suggested.

Something clanged inside Ryouma’s locker.

“Do you want to say it,” Genma said wearily to Raidou, “or shall I?”

Boundaries,” Ryouma said promptly. “And Sagara-sama said ‘extreme respect’.” He stepped back and pulled a plain black tee-shirt over his head, popping back up with ruffled hair, and added, “I could try flirting respectfully…”

Don’t try to flirt with him it doesn’t work,” Katsuko said, without pausing to breathe.

“He did like my tattoos.” Ryouma shut his locker. “And my hair.”

“He also offered you some rice sacks to make a dress from,” Genma said.

“Sounds like progress to me,” Kakashi said.

Don’t do it,” Katsuko said, still stuck on some internal plane of horror.

Raidou cleared his throat with the effect of a lead slap. “Medics,” he said. “Right now. Hatake, attempt not to offend the man responsible for our life-saving armor, if you can help yourself.”

“Taichou,” Kakashi said, and tossed the file onto his desk. Supplies first, then he could devote the rest of his time to its contents.

Groaning, Katsuko hauled herself off the sofa, picked up her kit, and slouched out the door. She stuck her head back around the frame a second later and pointed at Kakashi. “Don’t you flirt with the QM, either. If he gives you goats, give them back.” She vanished again, but her voice still floated back through the open door. “You won’t be able to handle his goats.

“I don’t want to know,” Raidou said. “Tousaki, get moving. You’re going to be late.”

Ryouma was pink to the tips of his ears, Kakashi noted with interest. “Taichou,” Ryouma said, and darted for the door, snatching up his kit along the way.