| [May. 27th, 2009|08:23 pm] |
“Agent Arai, you’re stupid,” the medic said cheerfully. “So nice to see you here again. What’s it been, a week?”
“Two,” Ryuichi grunted.
Three fucking days. That was…unexpected. If he said disconcerting, that implied things Ryuichi wasn’t willing to face just then, so it wasn’t said. It wasn’t even thought. Some ninja were good at denial. Others were just good at lying. Ryuichi sucked at both, yet somehow, it all evened out. He was still alive.
By the way Katsuko was staring at him, that hadn’t been a certain thing. Ryuichi stared back at her. The last thing he remembered was falling down from the high. Wondering if the mission was a failure.
“It’s debatable,” he said finally, in reference to the are you a masochist? question. It was a common one. “You didn’t need to stay.”
The fact that Ryuichi would have done the same thing was beyond the point.
What he really wanted to know was if Katsuko had told HQ exactly what he’d almost died of. ANBU was lenient when it came to drugs, just so long as you were discreet. This wasn’t even close to discreet.
Ryuichi couldn’t lose his mask now. ANBU was his life. |
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