fallen_kakashi (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fallen_kakashi) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} fallen_leaves,@ 2008-10-31 05:52:00 |
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Dog of War Meets Puppy of Emo. [Closed to Kakashi and Kaito]
[Takes place the same morning as What Hell Is Like, a few hours later.]
Kakashi was training with his dogs.
Well, actually he was standing with his hands in his pockets on the one ANBU training field that backed onto the Forest of Death, listening to the distant howls dance up on the wind. They were training. He was--thinking.
Thinking while standing.
Mostly standing.
He pulled on a ragged splinter of angry chakra, using the sting to keep himself awake. He'd taken a soldier pill in the end, somewhere between dawn and now. His pathways hadn't liked it--they ached constantly, burning with dull fire beneath his skin--but he was still on his feet. Better than that, even. He had his pack. And it didn't matter if Shiba refused to look at him. Or that Hoshika refused to look away, as if he'd shatter the moment she turned her back.
They were running deep in the forest, now, so where they did or didn't look only had relevence to whatever they were probably trying to eat.
He canted onto one hip, resettling his weight, and tilted his head back to study the new spring buds sprouting on looming trees. The sun was above the top branches now, rising slowly into a sharp blue sky; the cloud cover had broken before he'd even reached the training fields. It was almost mid-morning, and the desire to track Ryouma down and fall on him was gone. It had just been the night. The memorial. Some combination of exhaustion and shame that had gnawed on his sanity and made him do things like call up clones and twist them in the worst way possible...
He yanked sharply on his chakra, winced, and thought about training. If he got it together he could take a new mission, and everything would fall back into place.
He was so busy turning his focus inwards, he completely missed the approaching figure jogging slowly across the grass.
[Takes place the same morning as What Hell Is Like, a few hours later.]
Kakashi was training with his dogs.
Well, actually he was standing with his hands in his pockets on the one ANBU training field that backed onto the Forest of Death, listening to the distant howls dance up on the wind. They were training. He was--thinking.
Thinking while standing.
Mostly standing.
He pulled on a ragged splinter of angry chakra, using the sting to keep himself awake. He'd taken a soldier pill in the end, somewhere between dawn and now. His pathways hadn't liked it--they ached constantly, burning with dull fire beneath his skin--but he was still on his feet. Better than that, even. He had his pack. And it didn't matter if Shiba refused to look at him. Or that Hoshika refused to look away, as if he'd shatter the moment she turned her back.
They were running deep in the forest, now, so where they did or didn't look only had relevence to whatever they were probably trying to eat.
He canted onto one hip, resettling his weight, and tilted his head back to study the new spring buds sprouting on looming trees. The sun was above the top branches now, rising slowly into a sharp blue sky; the cloud cover had broken before he'd even reached the training fields. It was almost mid-morning, and the desire to track Ryouma down and fall on him was gone. It had just been the night. The memorial. Some combination of exhaustion and shame that had gnawed on his sanity and made him do things like call up clones and twist them in the worst way possible...
He yanked sharply on his chakra, winced, and thought about training. If he got it together he could take a new mission, and everything would fall back into place.
He was so busy turning his focus inwards, he completely missed the approaching figure jogging slowly across the grass.