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Not That Kind of Hand Job [Genma & Haruichi] [Oct. 5th, 2010|12:13 pm]

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[Slight backstory: Takes place the day following The Shadow Proves the Sunshine, when Genma and Raidou are still in hospital.]

Less than forty-eight hours after his second hand operation, Genma was back in for more chakra surgery. It wasn't unexpected, and truthfully, he was glad to be out of bed for a bit, though less so to be separated from Raidou. But Raidou had been whisked off to his own appointment with the burn specialists at the same time they'd come with a wheelchair for Genma. Probably by design.

They hadn't really talked yet about that kiss on the balcony. Genma figured he ought to give Raidou some time to digest it. And truthfully, they'd both been too tired to do anything much more than sleep. Raidou wasn't avoiding him, though. That was a good sign. Genma hoped.

The chakra work with Ito-sensei was...

( Best forgotten. )
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Escape Velocity [Haruichi, Katsuko] [Mar. 30th, 2010|05:40 pm]
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[Backdated!! Takes place directy after Reconaissance and Recovery].

Everything hurt.

The desert laboratory and the flaming wreck they'd made of it seemed lifetimes ago. Katsuko heaved in a gasp of dry desert air and tasted blood. Each step jarred her wounds; her checks on the steady feel of Haruichi's chakra grew more frequent.

They ran with the night. No one from the labs came after them, but why should they when sustained wounds and harsh desert winds would do the job? Katsuko and Haruichi needed to find shelter before daybreak, and fast.

Haruichi signaled and veered abruptly left just as dawn broke over the horizon. She blinked and followed. Too tired to be puzzled, she fixed her gaze on Haruichi's back as he rounded a large rock outcropping. He stopped abruptly, and she stumbled and nearly slammed into him.

She blinked again, ignoring Haruhime's squawk of outrage, and looked up.

Oh, thank the gods. A cave. A nice, cool, hidden desert cave. Katsuko sighed in relief and followed her partner inside.
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Reconaissance and Recovery [Haruichi, Katsuko] [Oct. 28th, 2009|06:03 pm]
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Takes place directly after Celestial Navigation.

With Haruichi tracking, it'd taken them a scant half-hour to locate the fortress. By that time the moon had come out, throwing their shadows into sharp relief on the blank white desert. Eerie quiet reigned as they closed in on their destination, with not even the soft whisper of booted feet upon the sand to give their presence away.

Katsuko kept her eyes trained on Haruichi’s back as she ran, trusting the Hyuuga to lead the way. The byakugan and his encyclopedic knowledge of the stars made him more of an expert on this bit than her; all she had to do was focus on providing backup. She skimmed her fingers over the hilt of her mother’s katana, double-wrapped and oiled with balm to protect against the harsh desert winds. The mission brief had said to expect heavy resistance. She’d be ready.

The Intel bastard had been half-right: the bunker was near a cliff, and a godsdamned mountain range. It’d be pushing it to call it the ‘Cliff of Sorrows’, though. Looked more like the ‘Sad Little Half Hill’. The bunker itself almost dwarfed the cliff, its builders having added onto the original design since Konoha had obtained the floor plan. It clung to the side of the mountain like a parasitic mass; obviously, the architects thought that normal geometric designs were for weaklings. The bunker itself was divided into round little ‘pods’, similar to the structure of Sunagakure. Bridges manned by hidden guardsmen connected each ‘pod’ to each other, leaving Katsuko with the impression of a giant insect nest glued to the side of the mountain. Mountain range and attached bunker were located in the deepest part of a desert valley, shielded by genjutsu that had taken all of Katsuko’s and Haruichi’s skill to see through.

Now both Konoha ANBU were crouched behind a stand of boulders on the lip of the valley mouth, looking down on the slumbering bunker below. Katsuko raised an eyebrow at the size of the thing. Rather more than two ANBU could handle.

Good thing she’d brought extra explosive tags.
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Celestial Navigation [Haruichi, Katsuko] [Oct. 25th, 2009|07:16 pm]
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[Backdated!! Set on March 3rd, not long after Can't Choose Your Family]

Huh.

Well as first days went, this one hadn't been so bad. Katsuko set up her things in her new apartment and laid traps around her soon-to-be permanently opened window. Then she wandered around HQ, learned nothing about its layout, and got hopelessly lost. Somehow, she made it back to her room for a quick catnap that ended up lasting several hours.

And then that message summoning her to a mission debriefing came.

Katsuko sighed and eyed the lone couch in the room. It didn't look nearly long enough to accommodate her lounging frame. Briefly, she considered sprawling out on the floor to continue her nap.

Then the door slammed open and her mission partner stalked in.
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Lost and Found [Genma & Haruichi] [Sep. 20th, 2009|09:16 am]

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[Backstory. Takes place the evening of March 14, immediately following Can't Stay Lost Forever and a few hours after Pay It Forward, half a week after Could You Bite The Hand?, and half a week before Walking In Your Footsteps]

It had been a relatively quiet week, which was just as well, Genma thought, seeing as he'd had to spend some portion of it explaining to Arakaki why he'd brawled with Raidou and broken a cop's collarbone. And worrying about Raidou. Healing his face. Listening for nightmares. There'd been that little talk with Tsume earlier in the day, too, and laundry and weapon sharpening and otherwise preparing for his upcoming mission with a rookie he didn't know.

He would have preferred to have Raidou on the mission, but Genma was very low on the list of people allowed to ask for favors from the mission office right now, what with his recent arrest. So he'd just have to go to the mission briefing tomorrow morning, and leave with this Gekkou Hayate kid in the afternoon, and Raidou would be fine. Was already fine. Had bounced back remarkably well, all things considered.

Now Genma just needed to get his gear in order for the mission. His med kit was running a little low on supplies--soldier pills, blood pills, poison antidotes, bandages. He decided to stop by the infirmary now, since late on a Friday afternoon was usually a good time to find them with nothing to do, while Saturday morning they'd be busy with whatever was left over from Friday night.

He made his way to the basement, paused to flirt with the mission desk staff, then turned the corner to find the medical bay empty as predicted. Empty except for one black-haired, hunched-backed figure in a white coat. His back was to the door, but that didn't mean anything to a Hyuuga.

"Yo, Haruichi. S'up? I came by to stock up and..." Genma broke off. Haruichi still hadn't turned around. Three-sixty vision not withstanding, there was something wrong about that.

"Haruichi?"
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Can't Stay Lost Forever [Closed to Hiro & Haruichi] [Mar. 15th, 2009|01:37 pm]
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[Takes place March 14th, two days after Connect the Dots]

Hiro pressed the heel of his hand against his forehead as he pushed through the hospital front door, trying to assuage the pounding headache formed sometime between the third and fifth time he had been sent trekking across the hospital to talk to a different receptionist. Three hours ago, he had wondered how hard could it possibly be to get a copy of his medical records.

Apparently the answer was: very hard. General pediatrics; clan opthamology, off in its own wing; regular opthamology (and why would they have any of his records there?); gastroenterology for that mysterious stomach bug when he was a baby; the ENT for the pneumonia he'd caught that one time... For every department he visited, he became increasingly glad that he'd decided to facilitate the document transfer himself. Otherwise he was certain that something would have gotten lost, or confused, or worse, switched. They could have labeled him as an Inuzuka or something!

The thick manila folder in his hand didn't help at all with his headache, but it did make him feel immensely satisfied all the same. Hiro: 1, Bureaucracy: 0.

Now, to return to ANBU headquarters and give the documentation to the on-site medics. In an arrangement of suspicious convenience, that only meant heading next door. Hiro smiled politely at the front-desk chuunin as he passed, then, remembering the location from the discreet Byakugan-scan of the premises he had performed yesterday, he continued down the stairs to the infirmary.
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Strawberry Jam [closed to Hayate and Hoshi] [Feb. 15th, 2009|01:54 pm]
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[Takes place three days after Wake Up in the Breakdown, March 21]


The thin early spring sunshine was at the perfect angle to beam down on the market stall and be nice and toasty warm. Hayate slouched a little more in his chair, half-dozing in the sunshine. Beside him, Hachiko chuckled. She was minding the wares of honey and strawberries. Supposedly, Hayate was minding the cash-box. He was currently using it as a footrest.

As it was a small market-square, Tsurusen Square was not terribly busy. The crowd here was mostly of familiar faces; several acquaintances had stopped by to wish Hayate well. He was not often seen these days. ANBU was keeping him busier than he'd been in a long while. The many glad regards and worried comments had made him feel a little guilty, even if he couldn't help being gone away so much.

Staring blindly at the sunshine glittering off the jars in front of him, Hayate felt the warmth seep into his tired muscles. Haven't been this low on chakra in a while, he mused drowsily. Now I remember why I try not to be. Ouch. The dark amber shadows of the sunlight through the honey-jars suddenly reminded him of Genma, and the mission. Wincing, he shook his head to clear the memory away.

It was day now, and he was home. The bustle and cheer of the market crowd chased away the recollection of darkness and fright. His aunt glanced at him with her bittersweet smile, and patted him gently on the knee. Shifting in his seat--his behind kept trying to go numb--Hayate crooked a tired smile at her.

Sudden loud shouts caught his attention--he stopped shifting and straightened. It sounded like there was some sort of commotion starting. Exchanging bemused glances with Hachiko, he tried to see amongst the crowd, curiosity sparking.
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Connect the Dots [closed to Haruichi and Tsume] [Jan. 21st, 2009|01:32 pm]

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[Takes place on March 12, eight days after the humans were released from the hospital and Ordinary Miracles, one day after Throwing a Bone.]


It was a relief to know that, soon, they'd have their chakra links back. Going without had been an exercise in weakness, highlighted by her spar with Raidou.

But the doctors had pronounced them tentatively rot-free, and ready for their chakra links to be rebuilt. Everything was finally spinning to a close, and Tsume couldn't begin to describe the relief. Waki had even said that her face would start healing faster, with her chakra pathways repaired and her energy flowing properly again.

The hospital was just as odor-ridden as always, and she breathed shallowly through her mouth while Kuromaru grumbled about alcohol and disease.

"...and if I get ear mites," he continued under his breath.

"You're not going to get ear mites in a hospital," Tsume shot back, sliding a grin down at him. "You just got out of the hospital, and they didn't leave you with ear mites the first time." Three people scooted out of their path, the patient wide-eyed, and they took the stairs up. Up into the rooms for chakra and seals, and Tsume glanced down at her scroll to check the number before heading down the hall.

Their footsteps echoed, but at least here it didn't smell so horrid. It smelled like... like...

( She knew that scent. Nonexistent hackles rose. )
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Pots & Kettles [closed to Genma, Haruichi & Hoshi] [Nov. 25th, 2008|10:03 pm]
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Takes place in late January, three or four days after the completion of the Three's a Crowd... mission arc with Genma, Tsume and Raidou; and Come Hell or High Water and Purgatory Is a Hospital Bed, with Kakashi and Haruichi.

The sun had risen high in the sky, clipping the shadows around everyone's heels and warming the thin winter air. Life went on as normal throughout Konoha, everybody moving swiftly from task to task through the bright streets and seeking out a little warmth on their way.

High above, watching life go by, Toshimora Hoshiko was bundled up in blankets and hard at work. Legs dangling from the short balcony that ran outside their living room window, making the tired metal squeak softly with each idle swing. Her lap was taken up by a sketchbook into which she was etching the scene below, all ribbons of guttering and patchworks of tiles, rooftops to walkways and even the odd person who caught her eye. It would be something to stare at for years and still pick out something new once she was done - but for now, it was work in progress.

Much like her fiance, who was supposed to be asleep in bed in the next room. Haruichi had been out of the hospital for only a few days and barely out of Hoshi's sight for the entire time. His arm was still strapped in a hugely bulky cast from elbow to knuckles, he still looked like a strong breeze could knock him on his backside, and he still had that bizzare looking bruise on his temple where - he'd somewhat shiftily explained - there had been repeated accidental collisions with a canteen and some rocks.

( Hoshi wasn't buying it, but it was amazing how little she cared about anything besides the fact that he was alright. )
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Can't Choose Your Family [closed to Haruichi & Hiashi] [Oct. 4th, 2008|01:19 am]
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[takes place in early March]

Night was coming on fast, and Haruichi only wished it could move faster. Ripples of leaden cloud masked the moon and starlight as they had hidden the sunset, heavy with water not yet frozen to snow. Winter was turning to spring and the weather's unhappiness at the transition was well illustrated by the ominous bent of the atmosphere, something Haruichi couldn't help but notice as he skimmed across rooftops on his way to the last place he wanted to spend his Monday night.

Perhaps that was being cruel to the Blue Orchid, the place did have fantastic wonton soup. The problem wasn't the setting, it was the meeting. ( In particular, the company. )
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Ordinary Miracles [closed to Haruichi & Hoshi] [Sep. 22nd, 2008|01:33 am]
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It had been a long day. A day worth seeing the back of, in Haruichi's world-weary opinion, which was why he had been entertaining the fantasy of walking in the door and falling asleep as soon as he was out of his uniform since about two p.m. A mundane thing to wish for, but something told him he'd be just as well off wishing for some mythological phenomenon to present itself for his inspection (along with authenticating docuentation): neither was likely to happen, and he needed the sleep more.

Stepping slowly up the stairs, eyes half-closed and head aching quietly, Haruichi noticed the sun drowning in deep purple clouds through the dirty windows lining the stairwell of his apartment building. Night was coming, and Haruichi recalled then that his day had begun at one in the morning with a training accident which he'd only been able to save from becoming a traumatic amputation by a handful of seconds. The day, much like the dozen days before it, hadn't improved from there, and ten patients later ( all Haruichi wanted to do was go to sleep and forget he'd ever been a medic or an ANBU. )
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Nothing to Hold [closed to Ryouma, Tsume, Kakashi, Haruichi] [Jul. 9th, 2008|05:01 pm]

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[[Fifth installment of the Mission of DOOM. Follows Dark of the Morning]]


Two and a half hours after Kakashi blew sparkling dust into Ryouma's wounds, the painkillers started to wear off.

It began as a dull throb in his chest, where he'd slumped forward over Baiji's surging shoulders. The huge mastiff ran tirelessly, holding his position in an wedge-like formation of dogs and ninja. To his right, brindled Kaori carried both Tsume and Kuromaru, with one of Kakashi's clones running at her heels and a fourth lugging the unconscious Shiki over its shoulder. Two smaller dogs flanked the mastiffs, and Kakashi himself, lean and swift as a greyhound, ran at the head of the arrow to lead the way. One of his clones perched behind Ryouma, steadying him with both hands on his back. Warm chakra tickled Ryouma's shoulders and the backs of his thighs, as both Baiji and the kage bunshin worked to keep him on. They'd done a fine job of it so far. Even when Baiji hurtled a narrow canyon in a single chakra-propelled leap, Ryouma hadn't slipped.

But when the mastiff jumped over a fallen tree, and the clone's toe jogged the back of Ryouma's left calf, the tired ache blazed into real pain. A little blood spotted Baiji's fur. Ryouma swore, paled, and grabbed at Baiji's studded leather color with half his left hand. The clone's hands slipped lower, grasping his waist, trying to steady him. Ryouma's attempt at biting back a whimper ended abruptly when his broken teeth regained feeling.

"Don' touch me," he told the clone, slurring words with a tongue that hadn't quite yet shed the drug and remembered its acid-burned pain. "'ll throw up."

Baiji's stride lengthened. Bent nearly double, silently and savagely cursing the painkiller that brought relief instantly and returned agony almost as fast, Ryouma managed to glance over the dog's shoulder and catch a glimpse of the couple riding Kaori. Kuromaru lay slumped in human form, but no longer still. For the first time since losing his eye, he'd slipped back to consciousness to discover exactly what Ryouma's jutsu had taken from him.
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A Healthy Start [closed to Hayate and Haruichi] [Jun. 9th, 2008|04:46 pm]
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Hayate was not really exploring. Well, he was. But "exploring" sounded a bit...childish. Like prowling through abandoned houses with flashlights. Instead he was prowling around ANBU headquarters, minus the flashlight. He grinned to himself at the mental image.

Hayate had just moved into the headquarters yesterday. Curious rookie that he was, exploring was the first use of his time he could think of. So he was exploring, childish as it sounded. His mental map of the ANBU headquarters was getting filled out, which was always a nice thing. Hayate--like all ninja--liked having a good idea of his surroundings, just in case.

So far, Hayate had been around the first floor twice. He paused and peered into the open door of what he guessed was the rec room. It was empty now--it hadn't been when he'd first walked by. He slipped in, and looked around curiously.

The room was a little shabby, with a few bookshelves, a pool table, several couches of questionable colour, and a TV set that looked like it had seen better days. The air had the scent of dust and stale cigarette smoke. Hayate wrinkled his nose in distaste. He wandered around, poking at the bookshelves. The titles ranged from really bad romances to a few scholarly texts.

The smell of stale cigarette smoke was strongest by the couches. Hayate cleared his throat, trying to ease the annoying itch, but it was no good. He ducked his head and covered his mouth with a hand, trying to muffle the coughing fit: dry, hollow, and centered deep in his chest, the coughs were often loud.

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Purgatory is a Hospital Bed. [Closed to Kakashi & Haruichi] [May. 16th, 2008|08:50 pm]

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Backdated. Follows directly after Come Hell or High Water

When Kakashi woke up, it wasn't the dark sloping roof of a low cave that met his sight first. Neither was it the high-vaulted arches of Konoha's forest trees. It wasn't even the familiar ceiling of his own room.

( Instead he groaned, shifted, and cracked one eye open to find his vision full of blue and orange. )
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Come Hell or High Water [Closed to Kakashi and Haruichi] [May. 12th, 2008|12:09 am]

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Backdated. Set just after Dog of War Meets the Bloodhound, and Marked For Life and before Thicker Than Water

Missions could go wrong at any point; that was something you learned at genin level. It could be a sandal-tie snapping when you were getting ready, a teammate you hated meeting you at the bridge as you left. An alarm ringing out when you were breaking in, or a kunai in the back when you were leaving. It could be anything.

( For Kakashi it was the five mist-nin who tracked him all the way to the border before they struck. )
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Marked for Life [closed to Haruichi & Genma] [Apr. 25th, 2008|02:58 pm]

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Every now and again life throws you a bone. Genma got this particular one in the form of an anonymous message from someone in Arakaki Hisoka's office that one Hyuuga Haruichi was on the list for induction. It was a time-honored ANBU tradition--part hazing, part ceremony--that new agents were brought in for their official induction into ANBU by senior agents. When the time came for a new ANBU field agent to receive his tattoo and mask, to get his armor from the quartermaster and swear his oath before the Hokage, a senior ANBU--Hunter for a new Hunter, Intel for a new Intel--would be sent to the home of the rookie to escort him in.

Now technically Haruichi wasn't a rookie, seeing as he'd served as ANBU's in-house medic for several years already. But he was a brand new field agent, officially a Hunter-Medic. He'd never been tattooed before, never been issued a mask or uniform, because he'd never left the building. He'd been, like the chuunin who manned the mission desk, the Intel data analysts, the other non-combat staff, ancillary. Unmarked.

( Not Anymore. )
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All Over Again [closed] [Apr. 5th, 2008|12:17 am]
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[backdated: set after Genma & Raidou's return from their ill-fated "It takes..." mission]


The next time Haruichi saw Kanae-sensei he thought he might completely lose control of himself and hug her. For apparently it was she who had achieved the nigh impossible - a direct line of communication between the HQ medic on call and the Hospital's ER. ( Not fifteen minutes after Raidou and Genma had returned from their mission in delerious bits and pieces the word had come through to Haruichi. )
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Running in Circles [Haruichi and Open] [Mar. 4th, 2008|06:06 pm]
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Hyuuga Haruichi was no stranger to multi-tasking: it took a high degree of talent in it to snark somebody's brains out and stitch their limbs back together at the same time. Given the amount of work he always had to do, the medic nearly always did two things at once if he could manage it and today was no different.

Three-two-five: Shibata Yuzuya - A, twenty-five, Intel, no history, no history; papercuts, dietary/vitamins and getting blown up.

It was seven a.m., three hours until the end of his shift, and Haruichi was silently running laps around HQs apartments and matching names, basic medical profiles and predicted healthcare needs to each door number every time he ran past it. It was the kind of exercise his cardio-vascular system needed, and more. Primarily it was an old game from his days living here, and had made it easy to remember the medical histories of everybody under the same roof and to know where to drag them back to once he'd finished treating them.

Three-two-four: Yamashiro Aoba - record lost/check again, twenty-four, Hunters, optical photophobia, no history; burns and opthalmic migraine.

Pass the door, match number to name and recite the profile before hitting the next one. It was like a quick-wits version of a flashcard test, but Haruichi found it invaluable - especially now that he was getting back into his stride as medic at HQ. He'd need this information, and reams more besides, to be available in a second if anything happened to any of them, on his watch or off of it.

Three-two-three: Oyate Ayumi - A, twenty, Hunters, no history, flagged; muscle strains and exhaustion.

Especially if he was going out into the field to bring them back. You couldn't carry a filing cabinet out to some godforsaken ditch to cross-check blood types and persistant medical conditions before you administered treatment. No matter how well-organized it was.

Three-two-zero: Shiranui Genma - too long, didn't read.

And so, despite the fact he'd been up all night, Haruichi didn't pause in his run - just reached up to flick some of his black hair out his eyes and kept racing along the corridors of the third floor over and over - his sneakers silent on the malfeascent carpet, delicately taking corners and gracefully navigating chairs and potted plants, hoping to do his twenty laps on this floor and head down to the second again before anybody arrived to interrupt him. Like that ever happened.
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First Impressions Are So Important. [Closed to Kakashi & Haruichi] [Feb. 28th, 2008|11:50 pm]

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Set five years previously. Three weeks after the Kyuubi attack.

The hospital was busy. The hospital was always busy--that was the hallmark of any good hospital--but the last month had seen a marked increase in patients. The lucky ones just had Kyuubi-sized claw marks, the unlucky had missing limbs, missing families, missing minds... Three floors of wrecked human beings and not enough medics to stick them back together. The war with Rock was over. Long over. But the fox had smashed the borders right open, and Konoha was doing its best just to stay afloat in the wake of its aftermath. To survive the constant attacks of other villages taking advantage of the carnage.

( ANBU was the worst hit )
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Pride and Falls [Haruichi, Raidou & Genma] [Feb. 7th, 2008|08:49 pm]
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follows directly from Paradigms of Professionalism

Hyuuga Haruichi, being who he was and the way he was, very often deserved an ass-kicking. He didn't dispute it, just took steps to avoid it, especially when the person looking to knock him senseless out-ranked him in just about every way possible. Unfortunately, Arakaki Hisoka was entitled to deliver this one under the guise of testing his physical profficiency; and thus it was that before Raidou returned from dropping his unconscious sparring partner at the hospital, Haruichi was twenty minutes into being kicked wall-to-wall and knocked floor-to-ceiling in the training rooms by the Director of ANBU operations.

Haruichi would've been utterly affonted if he wasn't so busy trying not to lose his teeth. He was a Hyuuga, his ultimate fighting speciality was close combat. Hand-to-hand and up-close-and-personal was the way he worked in a fight, his blood, his training, his whole combat style was geared to it to the nth degree.

He'd have been kicking Arakaki Hisoka's round ass square if only the bastard had let him use the jyuuken. As it was, Haruichi was going to be lucky if he managed to keep his brain in his skull by the end of this, because if he wasn't allowed to channel chakra into his strikes (if he had to fight like "the common people", as Arakaki put it) the best he was going to manage was the honour of landing a few fingerprint-sized bruises on the man currently and repeatedly smashing his foot into his ribcage.

Because they were both discovering, asking Haruichi to throw a good old fashioned forward punch was like asking a cat to bark, and in the end the sound that got made as his face hit the mat for the tenth time that minute was pretty much the same.

Clearly Poke-of-Doom-no-jutsu wasn't going to cut it, so when the older ANBU knocked him down once again Haruichi decided to embrace new levels of "commonality" and bit him square in the leg.
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