| [Jun. 28th, 2009|12:12 am] |
Genma could see her eyes flicking almost guiltily to his hands, then back to his face. Pale brown eyes, as light as his own, but greyer, cooler. Another visitor who saw destroyed anatomy, an interesting challenge, a shocking survival, and not the ninja behind them. He was used to that, after a week of it. Used to students and medics and specialists--they were easier to deal with than the psychiatrists and analysts and the quiet-voiced woman from Intel who wanted to know about the places inside him a Hyuuga's eyes and an x-ray camera couldn't see.
This one was young. His own age, maybe. Bright and sparkling, practically bouncing in place. Pretty, a little bookish, maybe. Eager to please.
He didn't have the heart for a smile. A shallow twitch of his head towards his shoulder, slightly raised eyebrows over bruised eyes, a bare hint of a tightening of chapped lips, was all she got. "Shiranui Genma." He couldn't even come up with a pleased to meet you.
"I'm going to leave Rina-san with you for a bit," Ito-sensei said. "She has a real talent for seals. She designed some of the chakra-retracing seals keeping the tissue in your hands alive."
Genma shut his eyes, took a quiet breath, and opened them to look at the girl again.
"If you have any questions, Rina, I'll be right around the corner, updating charts." |
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