| Mind Your Mind [closed to Itachi and Ren] |
[Apr. 13th, 2008|09:41 pm] |
The good thing about staying up all hours of the night to do research was that there was no one around to make noise or distract Ren. It may have been ungodly hours and she may or may not have been in the same clothes as the day before but at least she could concentrate on the multitude of books in front of her. Legs curled under her, the red head blinked blearily at the pages and pages of notes she had written throughout the night. The handwriting had gone from impeccably neat and small to sloppy and almost illegible. Her hands were cramped from holding up the heavy materials on her lap and her back was screaming murder from leaning down for hours at a time to write on her notepad which was on the tiny coffee table in front of her. Her hair, frizzy from lack of care, had seen much better days but Ren didn't do more than brush it back and stick a pen in it as not to annoy her. She had planned to cut out early and make herself look human, maybe even getting in a few hours of sleep, but before she knew it the sun was peeking over the horizon and she was still glued to her research.
It was research for her own knowledge (since the books had been taken out from the local library-- nothing too secretive was kept there) but it almost always helped with her work. Books ranging from adolescent psychology to mental diseases to torture and interrogation surrounded her; Ren could never get enough. There were example cases upon cases that she could learn from, perfect even. Would T&I be grateful to get information in the shortest amount of time possible? Quick, painless, and easy was the nicest way to do things though some interrogators preferred the dirty and messy route. It got her mind off of her own life for a few hours, the lack of relationships, the lack of familial warmth, and even the lack of friendly outings, so Ren didn't mind the work at all.
The human mind. It was interesting. It was sadistic. It was her life, whether she liked it or not.
With a sigh, she rubbed her eyes and yawned, wondering what time it was. Her stomach rumbled unhappily. When was the last time she ate something that wasn't in a wrapper? Nights like these were going to be the end of her, one of these days. Coffee, at least, would keep her going. |
|
|
| Bake Sale: ANBU Style [Closed to Ayumi, Kotetsu, Itachi] |
[Apr. 7th, 2008|10:44 pm] |
Set the morning after Ayumi's return; directly following this.
Tables, check. Folding chair, check. Mochi, check. Dango, check. Cookies, check. Comfortable clothes, check. Sign establishing the purpose of the bake sale, check. An early staked out spot in the common's room? Double check.
It had been a very, very long day for Ayumi. Going on thirty or so hours of not sleeping wasn't too bad, was it? She certainly wasn't complaining. Hauling her miniature sweet shop of food down to the common's room had taken a few trips, but it didn't bother her. The more stairs, the merrier! And there hadn't been hardly anyone awake, so she had free reign of the hallways and the common's room.
Now with all of her supplies, she sat down behind the two borrowed tables and glanced over the spread of food. Mochi was to her left, followed by dango, then the cookies going from directly in front of her and spreading out to her right. It was a pity she hadn't had time to make any other kinds of sweets, the variety would have been appreciated. But at least she'd made plenty of food. Not that it would be a real meal for ANBU agents, but it hopefully would cheer some of them up. ( Who didn't like sugar? ) |
|
|
| Show What You Know [Closed to Kakashi and Itachi] |
[Feb. 10th, 2008|09:27 pm] |
Set soon after Night Vision
The jutsu, Kakashi realised, was almost identical to his chidori and yet completely different in every way that mattered. It was throwing him, in some cases quite literally. It crackled while the chidori spun in a neat, contained circle. Lashed out with random strikes while the chidori stayed bound to his palm, marking the skin with layers of white scarring. It warped his chakra differently, spinning it through an unfamiliar combination of seals.
Kakashi picked himself up once again and brushed leaf litter from his shoulder. The training ground around him had been swept mostly clean, the dirt hard and compact with the stamp of many hard working feet. Frozen solid by winter. It was now burned black in places, scorched by uncontrolled flares from his new replica. The air smelled of fire and ozone. Lightning. Kakashi sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth, feeling a trickle of sweat run down the side of his face, and blurred through the seals once more. Tiger, monkey, snake, monkey-- The Sharingan whirled, presenting him a picture perfect memory of the first time he'd seen the jutsu; about half a second before it had smashed Ginta ten feet back into a solid wall and cracked six of his ribs.
Kakashi faltered, lost his focus, yelped as the justu spun wildly out of control and landed on his back with a dull thump. "...fuck." He panted for a moment, and then climbed back to his feet. A glance at the sun -- just beginning to crest the top of the monuments now -- and a check of his internal clock told him he had a few hours left to master the jutsu before he was required to show it. Two and a half weeks since the mission. One and a half since Itachi's little visit in the hospital. Kakashi wasn't fully healed, not quite yet recovered, but he was close enough. His lungs were clear, nothing had been broken, he'd barely sustained a scratch. His chakra was still unpleasently low, but nothing would build that up except time and the little bottle of soldier pills rattling in his pocket.
Kakashi settled himself, steadied his breathing, and thought of nothing but energy and flow and the right combination of seals. Tiger, monkey, snake, monkey--
Ginta flying backwards, mouth clamped shut while his bones broke and his face burned because Kakashi couldn't move fast enough.
The copy-nin smacked down on his side and the jutsu crackled into nothing. "Dammit." He lay for a longer moment, watching his breath plume in the cold winter air, and scowled at an innocent cloud. Then he got to his feet, took a soldier pill, and began the cycle all over again. |
|
|
| Night Vision [closed to Itachi & Kakashi] |
[Jan. 7th, 2008|06:59 pm] |
Itachi didn't even bother asking why he was the one chosen to debrief Hatake. He already knew.
How fortunate for them that Itachi had his own interest in the man's Sharingan.
The clan was not happy with Hatake having a Sharingan eye. Approximately a third of the clan never awakened the recessive doujutsu. Of those that did, not everyone achieved full mastery. So to learn that not only was the Sharingan in an outclan, but that said outclan had somehow mastered it, stuck in the collective craw. Itachi himself didn't much care about Hatake's eye, except the intense curiosity to find out exactly what it could do. Itachi had been nine when his cousin Obito had been killed. He had had no contact with the other Uchiha during the boy's life, and really only heard of him after his death. What Itachi heard about Obito didn't impress him much. ( Hatake was much more interesting. ) |
|
|
sore