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fallen_ginta (fallen_ginta) wrote in fallen_leaves,
@ 2008-09-20 21:00:00

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ginta, kakashi

Breaking Up Is Hard to Do [closed to Ginta and Kakashi]
At a quarter past midnight, Ginta got back to Konoha from a ten-day mission. He checked in with the chuunin at the gate, stole coffee from one of them, agreed to go to the hospital to get checked out voluntarily so they didn't have to accompany him, and was mildly annoyed to notice that one of them shadowed him all the way to the hospital itself anyway.

"You can go back to your post now," he shouted at the apparently empty street. "I'm a man of my word. See? Hospital. Going in."

He didn't wait for a reply.

At nearly one in the morning he was being simultaneously stitched by a doctor on his eleventh hour and debriefed by an Intel agent who was far too perky for her own good. He was also on his third cup of coffee, and starting to feel awake again.

At one-thirty he was given a sling, a bottle of pills, and a lecture about coming back to get checked out before he resumed training from the medic, and a cheerful, "Good night, Sakamoto-san. Thank you for your hard work," from the Intel agent.

He could have gone home and crashed. He should have gone home and crashed. Instead he went prowling the silent corridors of the hospital, looking for Kakashi, Tsume and Ryouma, who were, according to sources, here, hurt all to fuck, and possibly all in the same room.

He needed to give Ryouma hell about it, if he was hurt again. Hadn't he warned the big idiot to keep his injuries to a minimum? How was he supposed to hang out with Ginta and watch zombie movies if he was always either on missions or in the hospital?

He also ought to say hello to Tsume, who was his neighbor, after all. And Kuromaru, the peach waffle thief. The nurse he got his lowdown from said it was bad. They'd nearly died. That Ryouma's jutsu had affected his own partners. He hoped the nurse had it wrong.

Then there was Kakashi, who had a real knack for getting himself trashed. He definitely needed to see about that. Not that he should still be thinking about him. It had been weeks since their half-date for his birthday, and anyway rumor had it Kakashi had hooked up with someone else the very next day.

Rumor also had it that someone else was Ryouma. Which was absurd, and not that it was any of Ginta's business anyway. He'd taken his mission as soon as he could after that. A nice long one.

The hospital halls were dim and quiet, the nurses on duty hanging out at the nursing station for the most part. Ginta was a silent little bandaged shadow slipping along the corridors. Unnoticeable. He found the right ward, the right room. He wasn't even surprised to see all of their names, including Kuromaru's, on the door. He was surprised, though, to find all three humans sleeping together in some post-orgiastic snuggle pile.

Right. They were alive. Kakashi was curled up with Ryouma like a lover. And the pain pills and antibiotics the medics had made Ginta take when they'd set him free were making him feel a little nauseated. He'd just go home to bed now.

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fallen_kakashi
2008-09-20 11:07 pm UTC (link)

Kakashi wasn't deeply asleep. Tsume's family had left, finally, when the medics had forced them out, but they would be back as soon as the sun came up. And that was not a thought that led to restful slumber.

Well, unless you were Ryouma, apparently. Or Tsume herself. Both of them had lost the battle with sleep soon after the nurses had turned the ward lights off, and now Kakashi was pretty certain it would take a direct meteorite strike to wake them. Kuromaru had slipped back into unconsciousness hours ago.

But Kakashi was only dozing lightly, one leg thrown over Ryouma's, and one hand crossing his back to rest carefully on Tsume's shoulder. Neither one of them could stir without waking him instantly, which was the only reason he was sleeping at all.

And then a new scent drifted into the room, cutting under the rock-salt sadness of Tsume, and the brittle sleeping storm of Ryouma, and smacked Kakashi right in the sinus-memories. Expensive wood and sweet fruit; the warm musky drift of a hard-working man finally cooling down; blond hair, and he still wasn't sure how that translated as a scent...

He breathed in deeper, making a quiet sound, and blinked awake. For a moment, nothing had changed; the room still looked the same, shadowed now with only the faint hallway lights to pick out the details, then his gaze flicked sideways and froze on the man in the door.

Warily, Kakashi pushed himself up on one elbow, and felt Ryouma's hand slip off his hip; he kept his own arm carefully across both sleeping ninja. "Who--" he hesitated. "Ginta?"