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fallen_kakashi (fallen_kakashi) wrote in fallen_leaves,
@ 2008-02-12 04:58:00

Current mood:	sick
Entry tags:	kakashi, tsume

Dog of War Meets the Blood Hound. [Closed to Kakashi and Tsume]
Set in early January. Takes place soon after Acid dogs and Getting Dressed is Hard to Do.

Kakashi had a cold. As disadvantages went, that didn't rank too highly on the ninja scale that ran from a broken nail to a missing limb, but for a man who spent much of his time quite literally following his nose, it was an exercise in misery. The headache and mild fever that went with it were also putting a serious damper on his day.

On the other hand, with the constant presence of his mask he at least had 24-hour access to a tissue.

The copy-nin in question was currently doing nothing to help his cold, rather he was sitting next to the monument, leaning his side against the icy stone, and watching the snow flurry down while he held a quiet conversation.

Well, he was wearing a scarf. That counted as a smidgen of self-care.

Despite the snow, his current difficulty in breathing, and the fact that the conversation was basically one-way, there was an ease about Kakashi not generally seen. It was hard to read around his perma-neutral body language, and the ever present mask-slash-tissue, but it was there for those with the ability to look close enough. Possibly it was the way he laughed every now and then.

When he quite literally could no longer feel his toes, Kakashi stood up, bowed carefully to the stone that had kept him company for a decent chunk of his day, and began the long walk that would take him back to HQ.

Despite his cold, and the much more impressive cold the snow was throwing at him, it was still sort of good to be home.

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fallen_tsume
2008-02-12 05:08 am UTC (link)

It was hard to go home. To any of her current homes, really. The home she'd lived in for the last six years wasn't really her home, and never had been. Sure, they'd grown up there, but her sister was the homemaker and it had become... well, Tsume wasn't sure, but not hers. Her children's, certainly--and they'd been thrilled to see her, even though she hadn't been gone twenty-four hours--and her mother's. Her sister's, brother-in-law's and their kids. Even, more and more, her son's father.

But, somehow, it wasn't quite hers. The closeness they shared she just wasn't a part of anymore. She told herself it was her own fault, she'd wanted it that way, and it was true. That didn't help.

Her new home couldn't be a home yet; she'd only been there for less than twenty-four hours. And even though she only had one little apartment in the whole big ANBU HQ, it still felt too big.
Tsume slogged through snow, soaking the hems of her pants--which put her in wet things for the second time that day--and shifted her pack. There were more clothes in it, a few necessities. Ryouma's shirt, freshly laundered, and she'd nearly growled at her son's father when he'd lifted an eyebrow at the male scent. It wasn't his concern.

It was in this grumpy mood that she came within sight of HQ, and lost her dog, who had been walking carefully beside her.

She watched him run off for the second time that day, considered the heavy bag slung over a shoulder and the snow she'd have to drop it into, and debated wolf-murder. Sure, her clan would call it treason, but it might be worth it.

Then Kuromaru stopped in a flurry of brown snow and stuffed his nose in a slim man's crotch.

Oh. Well, then. That was all right. Tsume started walking once more.

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fallen_kakashi
2008-02-12 05:12 am UTC (link)

There are some moments in life you just don't expect. Later Kakashi would blame his failure to notice the giant approaching wolf-dog on a couple of factors; the snow winding up to be a real blizzard, the fact that it's hard enough to see out of one eye without that eye watering, the total lack of sense of smell, and that he was mid-sneeze when the dog decided his groin was a good place to warm its nose up.

The yelp, however, he was probably never going to live down.

The fall as he overbalanced between apposing forces of sneeze and giant hairy beast, was also going to stick in his--admittedly photographic--memory for a fairly long time to come. Coloured mostly with embarrassment.

Kakashi blinked as the world resolved itself to reveal he was now sitting in a snowdrift and staring up a canine nose, and did the only thing possible. He sneezed again, reached out to scratch the dog behind one ear, and said, "Hi."

Kakashi liked dogs, they were simple next to people.