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[Feb. 7th, 2008|10:30 pm]

fallen_raidou
Raidou glanced at Haruichi, somewhat crumpled on the floor, and then back at his captain, somewhat lighter in the leg region, and weighed his options.

A good deed never went unpunished.

Raidou sighed. "With respect, sir, whilst I appreciate a good spar, a massacre is never my favourite thing to indulge in unless I know there's a paycheck somewhere in the near future." Translation: Didn't your mommy ever teach you not to beat up the weaker kids?

A ninja's concept of right and wrong was generally about as fluid as the blood they spent half their time wading through, but Raidou was getting definite unhappy twinges about the idea of beating up a medic who'd clearly already been worked over. Even on an order.

Even if Haruichi needed to learn to watch his damn mouth.

Arakaki was much too well-trained a ninja to let his killing intent spill out and burn the air red, but there was a definite auroa of imminent global catastrophe in the look he gave Raidou. "One month suspended duties. No argument, Namiashi."

Raidou didn't wince, but he definitely felt the urge to.

One month of no missions. That meant one month of no pay -- his brothers needed that, dammit -- and Genma without a mission partner in the morning.

Raidou swore very, very quietly to himself, and prepared to toss Haruichi to the proverbial wolves.

Sorry, Hyuuga.

He bowed shortly. "No need for that, sir. I'll do it."

Arakai smiled without any humour whatsoever. "Then proceed."

Raidou bent down and slipped his sandals off -- at least he wasn't going to leave a treadmark on Haruichi's face, or any other portion of his anatomy -- and padded across the room to collect his unwilling sparring partner. It was disturbingly easy to scruff Haruichi by the collar and drag him to the middle of the mat. Raidou stepped back a pace and bounced lightly on the balls of his feet, raising already bruised hands up into an easy guard.

Haruichi was going to sell his organs on the black market after this, Raidou just knew it.

"On your feet, kid. Let's get this over with."
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