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Jan. 25th, 2021 01:42 pmGenma didn't need to do anything to bring his target to him, as it happened; they slammed around the corner and into the wall hard enough to raise dust from the sun-baked brick, not two feet from his perch. He had been watching the entire chase long enough to be convinced this wasn't some elaborate triple-feint trap and shrugged to himself as he flicked a senbon out. Sometimes it really was that easy.
The traitor's eyes were on him as the senbon sunk home and he would normally barely spare them a glance past that, not worth his attention once he had brought them down. Which they should be already, not looking up at him with a bright expression like they think he'll fucking buy that they're happy to see him.
He narrowed his eyes at them, pulling a second senbon from between his teeth, and then stops, arrested by the flicker of more Suna nin moving in. The traitor catches Genma's eye, flicks him a quick pair of ANBU signs: surrender, talk, and he does not let even the ghost of a snarl twist the cultivated blandness of his sharp-eyed non-expression as he seizes them under one arm and uses a shunshin to pull them both away.
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Name's back slammed into parched brick for the second time in about ten minutes, but they kept their complaints to themselves. If they hadn't gotten that magnetic repulsion technique off just in time, they had no doubt that they would be nastily dead of whatever toxin Shiranui puts on senbon with a traitor's name on them. Not that they can technically betray a village to which they don't belong, but Name was absolutely not going to take that approach with Shiranui of all people, not when they have the much simpler (and truthful!) explanation available.
"You've got maybe three minutes before Suna catches up to us again, and I'm not dragging you with me a second time."
"Great, you have no idea how glad I am to see you," Name said. Shiranui didn't even twitch, just kept watching them. "I need you to hit me again-" that got them a raised eyebrow and the faintest twitch of lips, he couldn't have said gladly any more clearly than that and Name is really, really glad that they haven't actually set themselves against the Leaf today. "-Some kind of sedative that will pass for death. Yamanaka Inoichi said I need to show you this first." Telegraphing the motion, they pulled their right sleeve down to reveal a seal inked into their forearm, not moving an inch otherwise while Shiranui looked it over and sliding the sleeve back up as soon as he gave the barest nod.
Normally hazel is such a warm color, brown-green-gold together, but Shiranui's eyes were still just a breath above subzero when he looked at them. He opened his mouth just as a Suna nin shouted their location, and pulled another senbon from the seam of his vest instead. Time slowed, Name staring at the needle and wondering if they should repel this one too, but they wouldn't be able to outpace the Suna nin. Their only way out was playing dead, but was a seal that they didn't even know how to read enough to convince this Konoha tokujo that they were still acting in his village's interests, or was that senbon just as deadly as the first?
He had them dead to rights, either way, they decided, and holding Shiranui's eyes they opened their other hand, neither poised to make any hand signs, no last minute attempt at a save. It would look to the Suna nin closing in like fruitless begging, a fool's attempt to win over a ruthless assassin. Shiranui kept their gaze, and they hoped they read the gesture for what it was.
I'm trusting you. Not because you trust me, but because you trust your people.
They saw a flash of decision and the flash of silver at the same moment, then a sharp sting as it sunk home in the crook of their neck. The world wavered almost immediately.
Dry mouth, dizziness, sound distortion, their mind catalogued automatically as they fell, the frustrated shout of the Suna jounin chasing them sounding like it was carried underwater to their ears.
Shiranui was gone, but in the dust where he stood was the same seal Yamanaka left on their arm, erased a second later in the wind of his shunshin.
Then there was nothing.
The traitor's eyes were on him as the senbon sunk home and he would normally barely spare them a glance past that, not worth his attention once he had brought them down. Which they should be already, not looking up at him with a bright expression like they think he'll fucking buy that they're happy to see him.
He narrowed his eyes at them, pulling a second senbon from between his teeth, and then stops, arrested by the flicker of more Suna nin moving in. The traitor catches Genma's eye, flicks him a quick pair of ANBU signs: surrender, talk, and he does not let even the ghost of a snarl twist the cultivated blandness of his sharp-eyed non-expression as he seizes them under one arm and uses a shunshin to pull them both away.
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Name's back slammed into parched brick for the second time in about ten minutes, but they kept their complaints to themselves. If they hadn't gotten that magnetic repulsion technique off just in time, they had no doubt that they would be nastily dead of whatever toxin Shiranui puts on senbon with a traitor's name on them. Not that they can technically betray a village to which they don't belong, but Name was absolutely not going to take that approach with Shiranui of all people, not when they have the much simpler (and truthful!) explanation available.
"You've got maybe three minutes before Suna catches up to us again, and I'm not dragging you with me a second time."
"Great, you have no idea how glad I am to see you," Name said. Shiranui didn't even twitch, just kept watching them. "I need you to hit me again-" that got them a raised eyebrow and the faintest twitch of lips, he couldn't have said gladly any more clearly than that and Name is really, really glad that they haven't actually set themselves against the Leaf today. "-Some kind of sedative that will pass for death. Yamanaka Inoichi said I need to show you this first." Telegraphing the motion, they pulled their right sleeve down to reveal a seal inked into their forearm, not moving an inch otherwise while Shiranui looked it over and sliding the sleeve back up as soon as he gave the barest nod.
Normally hazel is such a warm color, brown-green-gold together, but Shiranui's eyes were still just a breath above subzero when he looked at them. He opened his mouth just as a Suna nin shouted their location, and pulled another senbon from the seam of his vest instead. Time slowed, Name staring at the needle and wondering if they should repel this one too, but they wouldn't be able to outpace the Suna nin. Their only way out was playing dead, but was a seal that they didn't even know how to read enough to convince this Konoha tokujo that they were still acting in his village's interests, or was that senbon just as deadly as the first?
He had them dead to rights, either way, they decided, and holding Shiranui's eyes they opened their other hand, neither poised to make any hand signs, no last minute attempt at a save. It would look to the Suna nin closing in like fruitless begging, a fool's attempt to win over a ruthless assassin. Shiranui kept their gaze, and they hoped they read the gesture for what it was.
I'm trusting you. Not because you trust me, but because you trust your people.
They saw a flash of decision and the flash of silver at the same moment, then a sharp sting as it sunk home in the crook of their neck. The world wavered almost immediately.
Dry mouth, dizziness, sound distortion, their mind catalogued automatically as they fell, the frustrated shout of the Suna jounin chasing them sounding like it was carried underwater to their ears.
Shiranui was gone, but in the dust where he stood was the same seal Yamanaka left on their arm, erased a second later in the wind of his shunshin.
Then there was nothing.
