| Pulling Rank (Closed to Inoichi and Ryuichi) | [Apr. 13th, 2008|08:41 pm] |
Backdated to January
Sometimes, Ryuichi wondered if the gods hated him. Then he reminded himself that he didn't believe in them anyways, and it was a moot point. Still, there were times, and this was more defiantly one of them. It hadn't come to blows, not yet, at least, but that wouldn't last, because the man, who had three inches and a higher rank than he did, was staring at him with the cocky grin that said, do it, I dare you, bastard. Ryuichi had been in enough fights, both on and off duty, to know what happened next. Words were exchanged. They were not polite words, and then shifted into direct, and violent, action. About in that order, too, unless someone was feeling creative.
Ryuichi wasn't even sure what he'd done to piss the guy off. Maybe existing. That seemed to be a common thing around here.
"You are one annoying rookie." The guy had a bandage over his recently-broken nose. It didn't do anything to improve his face, though Ryuichi didn't say as much aloud. Despite everything, he knew when to shut up. Well, some of the time, anyways. That counted. He wasn't dead, yet.
Then he blinked. Oh. Realization finally strikes. He'd broken the guy's nose.
Hadn't been much of a spar. The guy's (Ryuichi still couldn't remember his name) stance had been weak, his guard easy to slide under. Maybe you didn't need it, in T and I. Interrogators were supposed to get people from the inside-out, not hurt them with taijutsu. Which had been...simple. Ryuichi wasn't the best, unarmed, he could admit that. Beating the guy, while it hadn't been anything like a cakewalk, had been easier than it should have been. He hadn't bragged, just won, and walked away.
Just Ryuichi's luck that the guy was still pissed about it. "Thanks, I try," he responded shortly, shifting into a low stance, keeping his back to the wall. Guy had cornered him near the stairs, blocking his exit. Not that Ryuichi would have run, but the Intel guy didn't know that. His hand moved back slightly, to the dagger in the concealed sheath. Might be a fight; wouldn't want to go in unarmed. That was just plain stupid. |
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