| [Nov. 20th, 2011|11:55 pm] |
“I could do with a trophy,” Ryouma said automatically. “They tossed most of my stuff, while I was gone. Trophy sounds like a good way to start over. Can it have the little half-naked guy up top, holding a lightning bolt or something?”
Katsuko eyed him thoughtfully over the rim of her mug. “For you?” She set the mug down and announced decisively, “It's going to be a reconverted wrestling trophy with two guys in the most compromising position I can find. All plastic and fake gold paint. Because this trophy, see, this trophy also doubles as my congratulations for landing Hatake's very fine ass."
Ryouma choked on his coffee. Katsuko blinked. A trace of uncertainty pinched her brow, and she added hurriedly, “You’re still with Kakashi, right?”
“Um,” Ryouma said, when he could breathe again. “Yes. I mean-- Now, yes.”
He’d almost forgotten that she knew--that Kakashi had run into her, bare days after their return from Plains Country, and found her still wearing Ryouma’s shirt. Kakashi hadn’t said much about that discussion. Ryouma hadn’t asked for details. Hadn’t wanted them.
But he owed her more than coffee. An apology, an explanation--Sorry I cheated on my not-a-boyfriend with you, hope he didn’t take it out on you...
“We’d fought,” he said. “Just before I took that mission with you. That was why I left. Had my head up my ass, as usual, and-- And it wasn’t fair to you. I meant it all, everything I said, everything I did. But you were right not to take it anywhere afterwards. You deserve better than a guy who can’t get his head straight until he ends up in a locked room for six months with nothing to do but think.” |
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