"I was um... Yeah?" Genma yawned, stretched, rubbed his eyes and slicked his hair back. "Kaito told you I was the medic to see if you didn't want your treatment on the record?" Kaito was going to have to get his ass kicked. That was not a rumor that needed telling around.

More alarming was the other name: Ibiki. And she'd called him kun, like they were old friends. Not that he really knew the guy, but... There was only one Ibiki in ANBU, and he was Shida Akumaru's protege--his star pupil, so they said. Genma's hands ached just thinking about it.

She was friends with Ibiki?

And she said she needed a medic who wouldn't leave a paper trail; that said a lot. More than he wanted to know, maybe. That and the ugly bruises on her throat and wrists. Obviously the product of a choke-hold, not all that different from the bruises he'd healed on Kaito's throat a few weeks ago...

Wait.

She called Kaito kun, too. She couldn't be that girl, could she? He gave her another once-over. Long black hair; pretty, imperious face. Princess, Kaito had said. Not quite as stacked as Kaito had seemed to think she was, but she definitely had some curves. What was the girl's name? Natsu-something? And this one said her name was Natsumi. It had to be the same chick!

"I'm a field medic," he said cautiously. "But that's not my primary work. I'm a Hunter, same as you." Not a hard guess which service she was in, especially if she was Kaito's girl: she had the hard-muscled edge of a field agent, without the grace of an eros runner, or the wileyness of a covert ops spy.

"So now that you've found me--I'm Genma, by the way, and if you were looking for some other guy who's a field medic on this floor, there isn't one." Genma paused, derailed for a moment in his train of thought. Multiple trains, actually. On parallel tracks were Damn is this Kaito's chick or not? What the hell is the deal with Kaito telling people to bug me for on-the-sly healing? I should seriously kick Kaito's ass. What the hell is Ibiki doing telling people to come to me? Does he even know me? My side still hurts like a sonofabitch! What the hell was I dreaming? Something about Raidou...? and Bed was nice. Why am I up?

"Uh..." Default programming kicked in. This situation involved a pretty woman who wanted something from him, and who wasn't an enemy. Who might be Kaito's hot chick. He smiled again, masking distress. "You want to come in?"