| The Ballad of Shiranui Genma [Yanagi, Genma] | [Sep. 6th, 2009|07:15 pm] |
[Set mid-February, six weeks after Karma's Bitch, roughly four months after the Fox]
Yanagi had spent the last six weeks composing, re-composing, writing, scrapping, re-writing, and editing one single song. It had varied from punk to metal to a ballad to dirty limericks put to music, only to be tossed out so that he could try putting goth lyrics to a hip hop tune.
In the end, he had something he wasn't at all sure was any good, but it was certainly unexpected, and he'd had a fun six weeks playing with it.
He shifted the guitar on his back, retrieved from his father's house -- which was in one of the few quarters of Konoha that had been remarkably unscathed after the Fox had attacked -- and trotted across the snow that covered ANBU HQ grounds. They must have had a hot spell; it was only ankle-deep, with ice underneath. For mid-February, that wasn't bad.
Yanagi bent, hooking his guitar back before it slid over, and gathered up a handful of snow. He packed it, looking up at the building before him.
Shiranui Genma lived on the third floor, and if the information Yanagi had gotten was correct -- and it was, because Intel kept tabs like this, and he had access to Intel -- then Genma's window was--
There.
He popped chakra into the snow and tossed it upward. It arced against the night sky, brilliant white, skimming into blue, and spattered against the window. White electricity sizzled and crackled across the window. Yanagi ducked instinctively, muffling a snicker, and did it again.
Then again, in quick succession.
He knew Genma was home. He'd checked.
His nose and ears were cold, and now his fingers were starting to sting. It was worth it, even if it was going to make strumming more difficult.
The lightning jutsu looked, if it were possible, pissed. The range of electricity grew with each hit, blue lines arcing out in deadly grace. He packed a bigger snowball, waiting to see if the window would open. Maybe he needed a rock. |
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