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Ueno Katsuko ([info]fallen_katsuko) wrote in [info]fallen_leaves,
@ 2009-10-03 18:38:00

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Entry tags:katsuko, ryuichi

All You Can Take [Ryuichi, Katsuko]
Late at night on April 14th, after Knife's Edge and No Rest For the Wicked.

What it all came down to was that Headquarters wasn't stupid. They'd see something wrong with the report, or the hospital charts, and eventually they'd dig a little deeper into Arai Ryuichi's files. What they'd find there was anybody's guess, but Katsuko knew it would more than enough for them to put two and two together and come up with four.

They'd find out Ryuichi had taken illegal drugs, that he'd overdosed on those drugs to complete the mission.

And then they'd realize that Katsuko had deliberately left it out of her report.

Kami, what had she been thinking, enabling a chronic user? Some skewed notion of honor, protecting a teammate who didn't want her help? The most she'd managed to do was buy both of them some time, and it would only ensure that HQ would come down on their asses all the harder for it.

Ryuichi would be unrepentant.

Three agents dead, one partner looking for death, and her caught in the middle of it all.

It pissed her off.

Normally she wouldn't be so angry, just accept the consequences and move on, but... she was due for her period in a week. Unlike some lucky bitches who just bled and went on with their lives, she'd inherited from her mother the cramps, headaches, and hair-trigger temper that came before the 'woman's gift'. It made her chafe inside her own skin, want to lash out at whoever and whatever crossed her path. It was a restless feeling burning underneath her breastbone, a sort of exhausted energy that wouldn't let her sleep until she'd worked the need to hurt and hit and fight out of her system.

So that was how she found herself slipping out of bed and down to one of the training grounds by the Forest of Death, where she could punch and kick at trees and unseen enemies to her heart's content. The training ground itself was rarely used by anyone except fellow jounin, and even they wouldn't be crazy enough to come around in the dead of night.

Katsuko shrugged out of her jacket and dropped it carelessly on the ground, heading over to one of the training dummies. She'd beat it it until she worked up a sweat or it broke, whichever one came first. Then she'd move on to practicing lightning jutsu on the trees. That was always a stress-relieving exercise in futility.



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[info]fallen_ryuichi
2009-10-04 01:31 pm UTC (link)
There was a trick for learning fire ninjutsu. Granted, it wasn't much of one and the side effects were questionable enough to turn all but the most crazed Uchiha off to it, but it was a trick nonetheless. He wasn't good enough that such things weren't helpful. Kaede-sensei had shown it to him three years ago. Ise, being more of a lightning type, hadn't used it. Ryuichi was partial to fire. He wasn't good at it, but the alcohol was supposed to help.

He wasn't sure how, exactly. Kaede-sensei hadn't gotten around to explaining that part. She just pointed him at the whiskey and the desired target.

When it all came down, the 'how' wasn't important. It worked.

Well, mostly. Ryuichi did end up with a burn across the back of his hand where his glove failed, but the seals flowed from his memory easier than before. The fireballs came and did what they intended. Several trees died slowly. Ryuichi watched the smoke and remembered a minute later that he wasn't supposed to cause more property damage than necessary. A water jutsu ended the risk and drained most of his chakra.

He realized later how stupid that had been, at which point it was too late to do anything about it.

Stupid whiskey. Stupid him.

Ryuichi leaned against the nearest unburned tree. It was late enough that he didn't want to head back to HQ. Intel had been poking around. He was in trouble alright. They just hadn't caught him yet. Sometimes Ryuichi was good at hiding.

Never good enough, though.

Katsuko had covered for him, but there was a limit to what she would do in regards to this. They hadn't spoken since she'd punched him in the hospital after the mission. When Intel put it all together, Ryuichi knew they were both going to get in trouble. Kaede-sensei's most recent advice flashed through his head.

"If you're dying, then you overdose. Not before the fact, idiot."

Advice was advice, even if it wasn't exactly helpful. Ryuichi did have to agree with her.

This was going to blow up in his face. Maybe even tonight, if he wasn't careful who he bumped into on the way back.

He didn't want to deal with it. The Forest of Death was nearby, and there were training fields close to it. If he didn't go past the fence, he could probably do some damage to a training dummy or two. The trees were hard against unwrapped hands.

Maybe if he was lucky, he wouldn't end up with a hangover in the morning. Ryuichi didn't remember how much he'd drank. The bottle was long gone.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-04 05:17 pm UTC (link)
The last training dummy splintered to pieces. Katsuko drew her arm back from her last punch, panting. She'd stripped down to her thin undershirt when the sweat startled to trickle down the back of her neck, plastering the fabric to her skin. It wasn't--the mock sparring helped a little, made her not want to fidget out of her own skin, but it still--

It wasn't enough. Anger and frustration tamed by the physical exertion roared to the surface again; she clenched her hand into a fist and slammed it into the battered skeleton of the dummy. She needed to fight so badly she ached.

A rustle and bitten-off curse in the undergrowth made her twist around, hand going to the holster strapped to her thigh. Eventually, the rustling and cursing got louder and whoever it was stumbled out of the bushes and onto the training grounds. It was dark, pitch black in that way only midnight could get, and the dim light of Katsuko's camping lantern did nothing for her night vision. She squinted, trying to make out a profile in the inky shadows of the night.

The person stumbled closer, and Katsuko spread her chakra out. The familiar signature made her stiffen.

"Ryuichi." Her voice was flat. Her hand didn't stray from the handle of her kunai.

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[info]fallen_ryuichi
2009-10-04 07:11 pm UTC (link)
Of all the people he could have run into, it had to be Katsuko. Ryuichi could have dealt with Intel. He could have dealt with his family, his sensei. He could have dealt with Ise, recently promoted and recently arrogant because the awe hadn't worn off yet. There were reasons and motives, and yeah, a good many of them were complicated, but they weren't strange. He could have dealt with any of them because he knew what to expect. Because he knew how to react.

Ryuichi didn't know how to react around Katsuko. Part of it was the alcohol. Most of it wasn't.

She looked at him, stance hard from training. Her chakra was angry.

That wasn't so surprising. Ryuichi supposed he deserved it. She was training. He'd interrupted.

"Sorry," he said, because the alternative was silence and things would build in it that he couldn't deal with right now.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-04 07:20 pm UTC (link)
Katsuko stayed silent, her eyes flickering from the alcohol-induced flush on his cheeks to the disheveled state of his uniform. Her eyes sharpened.

"It's all right," she said at last, straightening up from her defensive crouch. The hand hovering over her holster rose to push a sweaty strand of hair out of her face. She nodded curtly at Ryuichi and moved away, back towards the training dummies and her discarded shirt and jacket.

Ryuichi had had more than his share of liquor, that was certain. That made things...tenuous. Strained. Things were already odd between them; there was nothing that they could say while he was drunk and she was...moody...that would make anything better.

"What are you doing here?" A mild question, something that could allow her to distract him and make her escape while they both were still rational.

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[info]fallen_ryuichi
2009-10-05 12:24 pm UTC (link)
"Training," Ryuichi said automatically. It wasn't a lie, though Katsuko's face said she didn't believe him.

Well, she didn't have to. Whatever friendship they might have had was...gone. Alcohol brought clarity to things like that. Ryuichi didn't feel any emotion attached to the thought. It was just a fact, a piece of information, like gravity or the flight trajectory of a kunai. Some things didn't need to be argued. Some things didn't need to be said at all.

They weren't teammates. They weren't anything. She was just Ueno Katsuko, another Hunter Ryuichi had taken a mission with. Another Hunter he'd trained with, sparred with. Not a friend.

Right now, he couldn't make himself regret it.

He scowled, kicked the ground. Standing still made him remember the alcohol, and Ryuichi didn't want to. Didn't want to...

What? Face the morning?

Probably.

"Fuck," he snapped. The nearest training dummy received a blow, and then another. Had it been human, it would've walked away with broken ribs, if it could've walked at all. No small part of Ryuichi wished it was alive, wished it could hurt.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-05 01:21 pm UTC (link)
Her head snapped around at the flare of chakra and anger in Ryuichi's voice. All thoughts of making a hasty exit flickered and died as she watched him stalk over to a training dummy and start pounding into it, the fake torso caving in under his furious onslaught. The look on his face, like he was on the very edge of going off into blind rage...

"You're unbelievable, you know that?" It took her a second to recognize her own voice, the alien, ugly sound of it. Katsuko stalked forward, circling closer to the chuunin. "So bloody fucking hard-headed. So eager to die. I hate people like that. Shinobi like that."

Gods, what she was saying didn't even make sense. She just knew that she needed. She needed.

She needed a fight. Needed to make someone snap and feel like she felt, all raw and wronged and savage.

"Think you're a hero? Think you don't need help? You gotta tell me something, Ryuichi. Because I just can't figure your shit out." They were close enough now that she could feel the heat coming off his skin. Something in her raised its hackles and bared its fangs.

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[info]fallen_ryuichi
2009-10-06 01:23 am UTC (link)
The dummy wasn't enough. It moved but it didn't hurt, because it was a fucking dummy made of straw and hemp and crude stitching. It wasn't alive. No blood, no bones, nothing that would cause a death, nothing that meant anything. Ryuichi rarely craved violence bad enough to seek it out like this, to snap in front of someone he barely knew, barely wanted to know.

He could blame the alcohol, the drugs, the fact that Ise was high on something he couldn't understand. Ryuichi could blame it on a lot of things, but gods, it was so much easier to blame it on Katsuko.

"What do you want?" he demanded, hitting the dummy until his hands were bruised, bleeding. "What the fuck do you want from me?"

The medics had said no sparring, minimal training. The medics didn't know him very well.

Kaede-sensei had said only ninjutsu. No swords. No taijutsu.

She wasn't here. She wasn't doing anything for him in regards to this. In her own words, she'd said this mess was his fault and while she would vouch for his capabilities as a ninja, that would be it. Whatever fate HQ placed on him, Kaede wouldn't lift a goddamn finger to change it.

Fucking hell Ryuichi wished he could hate her sometimes. Wished she wasn't right. Wished it wasn't his fault.

Yeah, he wished for a whole lot of things he wasn't going to get.

Blood slashed across his knuckles in ugly lines. Ryuichi wanted to scream suddenly, wanted to--

lose it

--fight. His eyes snapped to Katsuko.

How convenient.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-06 01:32 am UTC (link)
Katsuko bared her teeth. "I want to fight. No chakra. No blades. Fists and feet." She took a step back and spread her hands wide. Smiled mockingly.

"I'll even let you take the first punch, I'm that nice." She tossed that sentence out like the challenge it was, muscles stretching tight in her face as she sneered. Come on. Come on, take the challenge, Ryuichi.

Take the fight.

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[info]fallen_ryuichi
2009-10-06 01:38 am UTC (link)
Ryuichi had never wanted to hurt someone the way he wanted to right now. The fire was under his skin, itching and aching. It didn't hurt but the effect was about the same. Something was going to happen, and it didn't matter if it was bad or not. That wasn't the point. The point was to hurt, to cause hurt in return. To stop thinking.

It wasn't even about Katsuko. She had just volunteered.

The ache in his hands started to fade. Ryuichi wiped his mouth, gave her a silent look. It was too damn late at night and they were alone, with no one to pull them apart, no one to stop them if things got out of hand. A fight could end badly. Ryuichi almost hoped it did.

Katsuko was serious. She wanted it as badly as he did, maybe even more.

Everyone was addicted to something. Ryuichi had Speed, adrenaline. Right now Katsuko had the fight. Who knew how high it would take her, and how bad the landing would be when she finally came down? The better question was, who cared?

Ryuichi didn't. He just took the opportunity without acknowledging it, stalking over to where Katsuko stood. The last mission had taken something from both of them. Made this happen, this moment, this fight.

The offer was to take the first blow. Usually, Ryuichi would have refused. He didn't like hitting women unless they hit him first. Two blows, then return the favor, that was his usual rule. Alcohol made the sentiment useless, though. Anger made it more so.

He closed his fist and hit Katsuko in the throat.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-06 06:43 pm UTC (link)
Yes.

Katsuko stayed where she was as Ryuichi stalked over, grinned down at his one good eye as he drew back his hand in a fist and struck. She went with the force of the blow, dropping down to turn it into a backroll. One hand gripped his wrist and the other grabbed him by the upper arm, dragging him down with her. Her legs came up and she planted her feet in his abdomen, flipping him neatly over her head. He landed with a hard thud but bounced back up, going into a guard.

Yes. This was what she needed. Katsuko lunged to her feet and came at him, foot scything towards his blind eye in a crescent kick.

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[info]fallen_ryuichi
2009-10-06 08:47 pm UTC (link)
She went for his blind-spot and Ryuichi rolled with it, taking the pain and using it to his advantage, just like sensei had preached. The blow was hard enough to knock him out of stance, force him back, but Ryuichi stayed on his feet this time.

There was a point to this. It just couldn't be said in words anymore. He needed to hurt, needed Katsuko to hurt.

Katsuko snapped back into stance after launching her kick. Ryuichi didn't wait for a second opportunity and body-slammed her. They both went down hard.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-06 09:32 pm UTC (link)
Katsuko got her elbow and knee up in between them as they fell and jammed Ryuichi in the throat and groin. He made a strangled sound and rolled off of her, coughing, but Katsuko slung her legs over his hips and straddled him, wrapping her fingers around his neck.

She pressed her thumbs hard into his Adam's apple as she said, conversationally, "I can't believe I covered up for you, you bastard."

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[info]fallen_ryuichi
2009-10-07 02:09 am UTC (link)
Taking hurt, but Ryuichi was good at turning pain. He had to be, with the way he fought. Above him, Katsuko's eyes were narrowed, and her chakra was angry. Even more so then her face.

"Didn't have to," Ryuichi hissed, and smashed his forehead into hers.

Didn't have to say a goddamn thing.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-07 01:32 pm UTC (link)
Katsuko jerked backwards and loosened her hold on Ryuichi’s throat. He took the opportunity to punch her in the solar plexus and shoved her off. She tumbled off of him and rose into a crouch, hands held low at her sides. "But I did," she growled, and circled around him again. "Gods only know why."

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[info]fallen_ryuichi
2009-10-07 08:37 pm UTC (link)
"I don't," Ryuichi snapped, moving into a stance that was half-training, half alcohol-induced apathy. If she hit him right, he would either go down, or he wouldn't. They were fighting now, not sparring or training, and the limitations of those activities were gone. There was nothing they couldn't do, no lines they couldn't cross.

Katsuko moved, and Ryuichi moved with her, aimed a low kick at her knees. If it connected, then it connected.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-08 07:05 pm UTC (link)
This didn't even remotely resemble a spar. Spars had rules, for one, and while Katsuko had set down a few guidelines she seriously doubted they'd be followed for long. No, this was more like the dirty fighting she and Nori and Beni had gotten into with the street kids, all underhanded maneuvering where the only thing you cared about was hitting the person where it hurt.

She darted at him, light on her feet, and he kicked at her knees--she jumped to avoid it and turned it into a flying knee strike at his face.

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[info]fallen_ryuichi
2009-10-08 08:40 pm UTC (link)
Again, Ryuichi took the blow and again he hit the ground hard. When it came down, he was unarmed, recovering from injuries, and Katsuko was better at taijutsu than he was. Eventually Ryuichi knew he would lose. The only question was how bad the two of them would hurt each other before that happened.


Whatever the case, he wouldn't go down easy.


Katsuko came forward, and Ryuichi tangled his legs with hers. To his surprise, she came down, punching but down nonetheless. One blow caught him across the chin, and fuck that hurt, but he grabbed her wrist with one hand and gut-punched her with the other. For a moment, he had her.


It wouldn't last, but that was how these things went.


"You should've let me die," Ryuichi snapped, and then he shoved Katsuko back, far beyond caring if she got hurt or not.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-09 01:31 am UTC (link)
His hands snagged her wrists and she was caught, pinned, gasping for air. Ryuichi grappled for control with her, face twisted in anger.

"You should've let me die."

Oh, that did it. "Like hell I should've!" Katsuko roared, and even though her hands were pinned she lunged forward. Not enough snap and leverage to make it a headbutt, no, but then there were other maiming things she could do to his face.

Like closing her teeth around his nose and biting it. Hard.

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[info]fallen_ryuichi
2009-10-09 12:17 pm UTC (link)
Ryuichi could safely say that hadn't happened before. Adrenaline did what he needed it to and kept him in fight-mentality. The pain acted as motivation, and Ryuichi lunged forward with an angry curse. He still had enough of a grip on Katsuko's hands to force her back, pin her.

For a moment, he spared a thought for how much he hated being pinned, but it passed as suddenly as it came.

"Shut up!" Ryuichi shouted. "Fucking shut up!"

This was a fight. There were no lines, no rules. There was nothing but the need to hit, to fight. To survive. Talking didn't factor into it.

Talking would make it into something else, and Ryuichi didn't want it to be anything but this.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-09 01:01 pm UTC (link)
Katsuko sneered. "Make me shut up," she taunted, and slammed her knee into his groin. Ryuichi winced but didn't budge.

Damn--

He'd shoved her on her back to the ground, pressing her hands into the dirt near her ears. Her arms her arms he was grabbing her arms-- She needed to distract him. Needed to get some sort of advantage.

"This whole 'leave me to die so you can complete the mission' thing ain't gonna fly, Ryuichi," Katsuko hissed. His grip tightened and oh that hurt but if he wanted to keep her still the only thing he could do was shut up and listen. "You throw it all away like you think no one's gonna miss you. What is it, huh? The chuunin are dispensable? You're fucked in the head, you keep on thinking like that."

She spat at him.

So many people dead who shouldn't have been--Sensei, Old monk Hakuin, little Ichiba in cell block thirteen--and Ryuichi prancing around like a cat with nine lives. Raw fury surged in her again and she jerked her arms, throwing Ryuichi off balance. Lift and twist of the hips, roll with the force, knee in the gut--Ryuichi overbalanced and she shoved him off of her.

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[info]fallen_ryuichi
2009-10-09 08:43 pm UTC (link)
Katsuko was saying things, things Ryuichi was didn’t want to listen to. He heard them nonetheless.

Blows landed, one after the other. Logic dictated that the pain would stay for a while and Ryuichi knew that it would. Fury in her voice and raw, unbridled shinobi strength in her arms, Katsuko shoved him off. Ryuichi snapped into an ungraceful roll and bounced back to his feet.

Instead of shouting back, Ryuichi just laughed, low and choked. There was something wrong with his throat, deep bruises and damage like that, but nothing that he couldn’t walk away from. Blood flowed freely from his nose. Some of it dripped into his mouth and Ryuichi tasted metal and unbridled rage, not all of it his.

Katsuko didn’t really want his opinion, so he didn’t offer it.

“You don’t have a goddamn reason to care about me,” Ryuichi said, and the tone surprised him, calm and hoarse when just a moment ago he’d been screaming. “Don’t bother.”

Ducking low suddenly, he grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it at her eyes.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-09 09:07 pm UTC (link)
Katsuko flinched backwards, flinging her hands up to shield her face. Grit stung her eyes and forced them closed. There was the scuffle of booted feet on stone and dirt and Ryuichi slammed into her. Shit. No, she wasn't going down again--Katsuko got her feet under her and turned Ryuichi's lunge against her into a hip throw.

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[info]fallen_ryuichi
2009-10-09 11:12 pm UTC (link)
Sometimes, tricks didn't work. Katsuko threw him and Ryuichi fell, hitting the dirt hard. A throbbing pressure in his shoulder and ribs threatened to turn into pain. Instincts overrode what might've been called common sense in anybody else, and Ryuichi pulled two kunai out from under his arm-guards, one for each hand.

This was a fight, and Katsuko said no blades, no ninjutsu. Just bare hands and whatever hatred the two of them could dig up. By drawing steel, Ryuichi had broken that agreement.

These things happened.

Flipping one kunai over the palm of his hand, Ryuichi threw the blade. He aimed for the place where Katsuko's throat met her chest and didn't expect it to miss.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-10 01:23 am UTC (link)
Ryuichi drew steel. Katsuko raised an eyebrow, surprised that he'd waited this long to break the rules.

Didn't matter. It was just another thing on the list of all the ways this spar could go wrong. Had gone wrong.

The kunai whistled in the air. She didn't move, just snapped out her hand and caught it by the blade. A bright line of fire tracked across her palm, but adrenaline swallowed the pain.

Time to end this.

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[info]fallen_ryuichi
2009-10-10 01:31 am UTC (link)
The intention was to hurt. In fighting, the intention was always to hurt, to beat the opponent down until somebody lost. Ryuichi didn’t want to lose. He operated on the assumption that he wouldn’t and so far, he was still alive.

Katsuko probably operated on that assumption, too. She was still standing, hand bleeding but not hurt enough to stop.

She was a jounin. She was ANBU. It was expected.

Ryuichi lunged. Katsuko reacted. Both of them landed and received blows in return, gave and got bruises. Both of them were fast and strong. Both of them were good ninja.

This time, Katsuko was faster, and Ryuichi stilled when he felt the cool pressure of steel against his throat.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-10 05:47 pm UTC (link)
It would be easy. A little more pressure, a little cut, and then Ryuichi's life would be pouring out crimson wet all over his neck and her hands. She'd seen it before--killed like this before. Shinobi and civilians and children--they all blurred together and coalesced into Ryuichi's face, his eyes and nose and mouth and scars.

Katsuko shoved him back against a convenient tree with her free hand and leaned forward. Their gazes caught and held as her kunai opened a thin line of red across the column of his throat.

Everything was quiet, for a moment.

"You stupid fucker," she sighed at last, and stepped back.

It was late. Sweat trickled down her face and into her eyes. The training dummies were in ruins, she had bruises in all shades of the rainbow, and the dead were dead and the living were living. Ryuichi was Ryuichi, and any anger she had left to fight with him about that had drained away when she'd held the knife to his throat.

"I'm sorry," she offered, and for what she couldn't even begin to say. That he'd nearly died to complete a mission? That he was blind in one eye? That they'd fought over something that wouldn't change? That, when she looked at him and saw the determined glint in his eye, she saw herself and Makoto?

Katsuko stepped back, running a hand through her sweaty hair, and looked at him.

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[info]fallen_ryuichi
2009-10-10 05:51 pm UTC (link)
Blood might not have made everything right, but it had done something. Ryuichi said nothing when Katsuko pushed him back, the strength in her hands saying that she had considered crossing that line and slashing his throat. They both knew it would have been easy. That it would have been nothing.

Death wasn’t always meaningful. This time it fell upon the road not taken.

Ryuichi touched his throat, felt a cut that could have been much deeper.

“You don’t need to be,” he said, and it was both true and untrue at the same time. They were still alive. That meant something.

A small part of Ryuichi wished that Katsuko had just killed him. It would have made everything much simpler.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-10 05:56 pm UTC (link)
"But I am," Katsuko said, "And I don't have to care whether you live or die, either, but I do anyways. People are complicated like that."

She sighed and propped her hands on her hips, looking up at the inky night sky. "I seem to get attached to all the stupid ones," she informed the Kami or whoever was listening. "And I blame you entirely."

Well, they'd resolved something, or so she hoped. At the very least she didn't feel like kicking a random innocent in the face anymore.

Turning back to Ryuichi, she offered her hand palm-up. "Friends? Or at least not-enemies?"

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[info]fallen_ryuichi
2009-10-11 12:14 am UTC (link)
“Something like that,” Ryuichi agreed. He took Katsuko’s hand with visible (idiot) hesitation and dropped it the first chance he could, but the gesture was still there. It meant something. Exactly what, time would tell.

The silence grew exponentially in the few seconds they left it alone. Tension and awkwardness were closely related in that neither of them were desirable or led to good things. Ryuichi kicked the ground.

“I’ll see you around,” he said slowly, choosing his words with care. “So don’t die on me for a while.”

Ryuichi knew he was a hypocrite. He also knew who his friends were.

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[info]fallen_katsuko
2009-10-11 07:12 pm UTC (link)
The smile that worked its way across Katsuko's face felt damned painful (damn bruises), but not unnatural. "I'll do my best not to get blown up in the future," she drawled, and turned and ambled over to her jacket and gear. She did awkward emotional moments about as well as Ryuichi did, which was...not that well, really, and the space cleared the tension between them.

Somewhat.

Maybe.

She hoped.

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