| [Oct. 5th, 2010|08:19 pm] |
"Why," Genma asked patiently, "were you fighting? You know you're still probationary your first six months. Am I gonna get a visit from Arakaki about you being impossible to work with and disrupting team cohesion?" Probably not, he mused. There was no way anyone in the ANBU hierarchy hadn't known exactly what they were getting when they handed Haruichi that mask.
"I get disagreements, but you're just... Look at you. Your eye's a mess, your neck's wonky, and what the hell are you hiding under the table where I can't see it? Something, that's for sure." The thinning of Haruichi's lips was as much of a confirmation as Genma needed.
"You got all that from your teammates? Nothing on the mission? Shit, Haruichi." The machine's working gave extra strength to Genma's curse. A guttural edge to his voice. When it relented, Genma sagged. "Shit," he said softly. "If you're gonna fuck up, wait until I'm in good enough shape to kick your ass for it. Who were your teammates, and what were you fighting about?" |
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