| [Mar. 2nd, 2008|01:43 pm] |
"Yes," Arakaki said. He could see the moment when understanding hit her. It was not unlike the look that crossed a man's face when he understood the masked assassin in his bedroom was there for him. The look when the target understood what that odd salty-bitterness in his morning tea portended. That moment when a captured ninja came face to face with Shida Akumaru's warped, grinning, molten-plastic face and realized that no, his buddies weren't coming for him, his village would never know what happened to him, and in a few hours, Konoha would know every secret he had ever pledged to guard with his life.
"Yes," he said again. "You are a kunoichi. You are trained. You are skilled. You are a resource Konoha and your Hokage have need of." He sighed and picked up his tea again, sorry to see the raw distress in his subordinate, even so well disguised behind a facade as Sumire had. "You will continue to work in Codes and Cyphers on a part-time basis. Between missions."
It wasn't what she wanted, but perhaps it would soften the blow. |
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