| [Jan. 21st, 2012|11:01 pm] |
It felt like the sun had lit underneath her skin. Warmth emanated out from the drying seals on her stomach, making her insides churn with the memory of burning ink and Kaminari’s cold eyes. Katsuko twitched, curling her hands into fists to stop their trembling. “What’s happening?” she asked, throat tight. Her chaka flared, pushing at her bruised pathways, and she clamped down on it with practiced efficiency.
Kakashi glanced at her, voice low and very calm. “My seal is mimicking your seal, to show me what it looks like. Try to stay relaxed."
“‘Relaxed’, he says.” Katsuko rolled her eyes and went back to mentally reciting the sutras. It was bright in the room, and cheery. It smelled like bacon and toast and disorganized male and shouldn’t have reminded her at all about the labs, really. She was a grown woman and a jounin of Konoha, and like hell was she going to back down in front of Ryouma and Sharingan Kakashi.
Even if the feeling of ink on her stomach still made her want to crawl into a hole and never come out.
Ryouma pushed off from the wall and came over behind her, hesitating before resting large hands on her shoulders. Katsuko made an inquisitive noise as he began kneading at the knotted muscles he found there, eyes fluttering closed despite herself.
“You can do relaxed,” he coaxed, his voice a comforting rumble above her head. “I’ve seen you.”
Katsuko grumbled. |
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