| [Jan. 21st, 2012|11:33 pm] |
Ryouma didn’t drink. Katsuko knew that much, at least, from the long six months keeping his memory alive with all the others he’d left behind.
Katsuko shook her head. “Don’t want Ryouma,” she muttered. “Want you.”
Kakashi’s eyebrow lifted a bare fraction. “For what?”
A second later, Katsuko choked in comprehension. “Woah woah woah, don’t look at me like that. I know you don’t like vaginas.” She shrugged, helplessly. “Couldn’t sleep. Dream things. Nightmare things. Pills won’t work. Already tired as fuck so training won’t help.” She met his eyes and forged on ahead. “Need to get drunk. Really, really drunk. Have to have someone there to slap a dampening jutsu on when my chakra goes wonky. Because it will, if I drink enough.”
He looked at her for a long, unreadable moment. “Talking won’t help.”
It wasn’t a question.
Katsuko barked a short laugh. “Got it in one.”
"I could knock you out." No threat, just a simple statement of fact.
“I’ve tried that before. Ended pretty badly.” Katsuko glanced over Kakashi’s shoulder, raising an eyebrow at the mountain of scrolls, texts, and stray pieces of paper visible from the hall. Drafts of the seal on her belly were pinned to the wall and ceiling. A lump on the bed that had to be Ryouma snuffled and rolled over, dead to the world.
For her. All that mess was for her. Now wasn’t the time for warm fuzzies, so Katsuko swallowed them down and gave Kakashi a pleading expression. “C’mon. Even geniuses need a break. We can go sit on a roof somewhere and cause as little property damage as possible.” |
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