| [Apr. 20th, 2008|04:26 am] |
ANBU wasn't a place where threats were given and ignored without consequence. Neither were accusations of treachery idle phrases to be bandied about. There had been no indication in the initial reports of any kind of disloyalty on the side of either agent, but they both had warning flags in their files. Hatake carried the family legacy with him, and any child of a suicidal parent was one that needed to be watched. Particularly when that parent had killed himself to wipe away a sin committed against his village. Shiranui carried his warning marks much more openly now, emblazoned on each hand. A month spent in the ungentle care of another village before rescue arrived could easily twist someone against their home. Turn their loyalties to something else.
On the other hand, it was unlikely the Fourth's golden boy was conspiring against his sensei's village, particularly when everything in his file pointed towards an obsession bordering on a neurosis about bringing his teammates home alive. And if Shiranui had plans to run back to the people that had broken his hands, his feet, and most likely done considerable damage to his mind, Kimiho would eat her clipboard. There were cases of captives growing to love their captors, but it was something that affected civilians far more than it did ninja. Especially ANBU.
She glanced between both of them, noting the signs of exhaustion and strain. Of grief. The way it curled in the ebbing shape of their low chakra, and showed in pale skin and red-rimmed eyes. The way both of them were shaking very slightly, and the way they'd turned on each other, flinging accusations. Assigning blame. Dealing with guilt.
And neither one of them was standing down.
"Very well, then," she said quietly, and signaled the sentries. "I'm recommending you both be confined on a psychiatric hold for a mandatory period of forty-eight hours. In two days you will be re-evaluated." Two nights spent under observation, preferably sedated, in a safe place where they couldn't hurt each other. Or themselves. It wasn't the best way to deal with personal tragedy, but it was the best ANBU had to offer. |
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