| [Jan. 21st, 2012|10:44 pm] |
Kakashi was beginning to get the distinct impression that he’d missed some context.
He crossed to Ryouma’s shoulder, on the opposite side of Katsuko, and raised his eyebrows at the bizarre trophy in Ryouma’s hands. In a charitable light the little figures could have been him and Ryouma, but it looked much more like Katsuko had bastardized a pair of wrestlers into something much more naked.
Ryouma’s shiny double had won the eenie-meanie gamble.
“Is there a reason you’ve been given a sex trophy mocking Cloud?” Kakashi asked finally. “Or is she just insane and you’re easily pleased?”
Katsuko’s attempt at wide-eyed innocence was unconvincing.
Ryouma was still laughing, a little softer now, deep and delighted in a way that reminded Kakashi he’d grown up mostly without presents, surprise or otherwise. “I survived,” he said simply. “So she said I should get a trophy, even if they didn’t give me a medal. Also, for, uh, landing your very fine ass.”
Katsuko abandoned innocence in favour of waggling her eyebrows at Kakashi.
Kakashi choked. “What?”
Ryouma glanced at him, eyes dancing. “Well, it is.”
Katsuko gave Ryouma’s shoulder a hearty slap. “I know I’ve said this before, but nice job.” Her grin was for Kakashi, and contained mostly teeth.
This was possibly Katsuko’s version of giving them her blessing, Kakashi realized, lost somewhere in a sea of deep embarrassment. Or an extremely weird way of messing with him.
Or both.
“Adjectives are failing me,” he managed at length, before skimming a quick hand through Ryouma’s towel-spiked hair, rumpling it further. “But I think I landed your ass first, seeing as I kissed you first.” A beat later, he added, “Twice, actually. Both times that it counted.”
At the riverbank and the Hokage’s Monument, and really, he sucked at pushing Ryouma away.
Lately, not something he minded.
“Are you staying?” he asked Katsuko. “Or is this just a quick visit to traumatize me forever?” |
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