| 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. ) |
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| Karma's Bitch [Genma & Yanagi] |
[Jul. 10th, 2009|08:42 pm] |
[Takes place five years ago, mid-December, six weeks after the Fox's devastation of Konoha, approximately five months after FUBAR]
Genma had been in ANBU barely a month. His armour was still stiff, his mask still shiny, and the handle of his katana had only just begun to feel like it really fit his palms. There were a lot of new faces behind ANBU's masks. A lot of grieving faces behind masks both new and old. There was no one in Konoha who hadn't lost someone to the Fox's carnage. ANBU had sent more than a quarter of her agents to their graves that night. Genma had been still dressed in funeral blacks over bandages when he received the scroll stamped with Sandaime's seal asking him to take the oath and pledge himself to Konoha's black ops.
( Now, a month later, he'd already run five missions. ) |
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