| Ask Me Another [Closed to Hiro and Genma] | [Apr. 21st, 2009|10:02 pm] |
[Takes place on March 18th, about an hour after The Color of Incense]
It was his first time in the ANBU wing of the hospital. Hiro looked around curiously, but the sparse hallways didn't appear any different from the regular shinobi wing--well, except for the watchful guards posted at the entranceway. The disapproving look the desk-ninja had given him when he presented his dogtags and mission assignment was different, too; of course, on the lower floors they didn't clear patients for debriefing immediately after they had regained consciousness.
But his contact had been cleared just ten minutes ago, so the tired-eyed woman had to wave him through. Not until he had wasted another ten minutes filling out a clipboard laden with paperwork, though. In triplicate. Almost like some kind of delay-tactic, he thought, annoyed.
This information was important, though. Intel was always important. And who did they think he was, T&I? He wasn't planning to hurt anyone. Hiro had filled out the forms and handed them across the desk politely--because irritability never got you anywhere--but he hurried on his way down the corridor, eager to get the interview done so he could leave for Juunan before it got too late.
The room he was looking for was about halfway down--number 418, the scarred desk-ninja had provided reluctantly. He paused for a minute before knocking, sending a thread of chakra to his eyes so he could survey the situation before he engaged.
The patient was resting quietly, eyes closed. His skin would have blended near-invisibly into the crisp white of the hospital sheets, if not for the flowering brown-purple bruises that spread luridly across his face, tense with pain even while sleeping. He twitched every so often, his shoulders hunched and haunted.
Hiro knocked loudly, releasing his Byakugan as he saw Shiranui Genma startle awake. |
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