| [Jun. 9th, 2013|04:20 am] |
The only way this fight could get any funnier was if one of these drunk bastards brought out a knife. Watching civilians try to beat each other up was hilarious, in the same way that watching uncoordinated puppies maul each other was hilarious. Add in a blade or two and it was like giving inebriated children scissors.
“Go for his nuts!” Katsuko hollered, and cackled when the shorter civilian man took her advice and drove his knee up between his opponent’s legs.
A red-haired woman wearing a hitai-ate turned around to give her a worried look. “Shouldn’t we stop them?”
“Nah,” Katsuko said, because seriously. Civilians. “Let ‘em go at it. Isn’t it adorable? They’re trying so hard.”
The woman’s expression turned dubious. “If you say so.”
The tall civilian man spat out a tooth and punched the other man in the face. Katsuko snickered and dug into her plastic bag for one of the iced teas she’d bought during her grocery run. “You’ll learn.” She smirked at the woman as she twisted open the cap and took a swig. “Gotta get your fun while you still can, right?”
Besides, these men had obviously never thrown a punch in their lives. The tall one kept on bending his wrist when he connected; the short one blocked hits with his face. The worst they’d probably end up with was a broken bone or two. This was better than her daytime soap operas, except with more loose teeth and incompetence.
Except then a man in very, very tight-fitting jeans and a black leather jacket materialized between the two combatants, catching both of their punches—one in each hand. “Hi. You need to stop now.”
Katsuko sighed and put her tea away. Some shinobi didn’t know how not to meddle and let a perfectly safe, entertaining event run its course. At least the man was nice to look at; shoulder-length brown hair, a sharp jaw and high cheekbones, hazel eyes. He had a dango skewer stuck between his lips like a cigarette.
He also looked vaguely familiar. Katsuko remembered seeing him in ANBU headquarters, dressed in the uniform bone and black. She slid through the crowd to get a better view. “Oi,” she said. “At least wait until one of them punches the other out.” |
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