| Dangerous Game |
[Jul. 6th, 2013|11:39 pm] |
[Takes place Yondaime Year 5, April 18, the day after Run, Rabbit, Run and Take Me Back to the Start.]
Ryouma woke in the dark hours after midnight to a blue and white mask bending over him and a hand on his throat.
"I moved the kunai under your pillow," a low alto voice said, very quietly.
His good hand was under his pillow already, long fingers flattening. No cold brush of steel, just a tiny slit in the bottom sheet where the blade must have snagged as she'd drawn it out. He drew a slow breath.
"You didn't trigger my wards," he said.
"I had a key." The hand left his throat. She straightened, slim and straight in ANBU black and bone. The mask caught the yellow spill of light from the streetlamp below the window; better lit, its fragmented blue accents still didn't resolve into any recognizable animal. Maybe the ANBU quartermaster wasn't much of a naturalist.
( She said, 'Tousaki Ryouma, the Hokage requires your presence.' ) |
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