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First Impressions Are So Important. [Closed to Kakashi & Haruichi] [Feb. 28th, 2008|11:50 pm]
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From: [info]fallen_haruichi
2008-02-29 12:46 am (UTC)

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Eyeing Kakashi, Haruichi had to agree with the first part of that - if he had to haul Kakashi back to the exam table he'd definitely break something trying, nominally Hatake's face. "If I could be shot of you, rest assured that you would have been out on your ear with a foot up your ass hours ago, idiot," Haruichi snapped - his minimal patience finally failing in the face of Kakashi's utter disrespect. "However my new job involves refraining from such behaviour in lieu of keeping you fit and healthy. You have to stay here with an IV in your arm for five more hours. You can spend the time on the floor or you can spend it on the table, I don't give a damn which, but you will spend it being treated."

Haruichi's white eyes were focussed furiously on Kakashi's, not backing down for hell nor high water. He had had it with this nonsense. Absolutely had it. As if Kakashi's need to bleed and screw around carelessly with his health was more important than his work as the medic. As if any medic's importance was to be pushed aside like that: Hinaji wouldn't have stood for it, Rin-sensei wouldn't have stood for it, and Haruichi wasn't going to stand for it.

The difference was Haruichi was in ANBU now, and ANBU were allowed to knock hell out of people who got in the way of completing their mission. Haruichi wondered if that was what it was going to take. That or a syringe of sedative... oh wait, that was right - he didn't have any yet. So knocking hell out of people it may just have to be. A fact he wasn't about to conceal as he glared at Kakashi and got up to his feet, temper clearly frayed and biting his tongue to keep from saying any of the hundred ugly things at his disposal.

"Think about it, Kakashi. Have you ever known a medic to take this shit from a patient?" he snapped, already having turned away.
[User Picture]From: [info]fallen_kakashi
2008-02-29 12:49 am (UTC)

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Definitely angry.

If Kakashi had been feeling better, he would have smiled. Anger was perfect. Anger was easy. You knew where you stood with anger, even if it was on the wrong side of a fist. Or a wit like a blade, which he could thoroughly appreciate. Haruichi had anger in spades, already colouring to rage, unless Kakashi missed his guess.

He spent an idle second wondering just how much it would take to push Haruichi far enough to snap.

Probably not much.

And then Haruichi said his last little piece and Kakashi found some anger of his own. It was riddled around the black hole in his chest, infested and rotten underneath his breastbone. He opened his mouth, furious enough to bite, and almost choked when nothing came out but laughter. Brittle and quiet, but definitely laughter. It felt like nausea given sound. "M-maybe you j-just need to work on your b-bedside manner," he managed, closing his eye so he didn't have to see the wrong person standing in front of him. "D-doorside manner. Whichever."

Suddenly he wanted Rin back so much it hurt, even while bitter humour tangled up in his mask.
From: [info]fallen_haruichi
2008-02-29 12:53 am (UTC)

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Haruichi managed not to roll his eyes or hurl something at Kakashi's backtalk, he was too busy focussing all the energy he had on cramming his temper back into a small box in the back of his head before he did something he'd regret. Tsunade-sensei always told Hinaji and the medical students that they had to keep their tempers no matter who they were dealing with or what was going on. But then, Haruichi had always thought that was rich coming from a woman who could and would punch down a building when somebody pissed her off.

Still, the trickle of hysteria he was hearing didn't sound like a good thing. Haruichi clenched his back teeth set about busying himself in getting the exam table braced up against the wall (lest Kakashi decide to try to crush himself with it during another escape attempt) and only deigned to answer after he'd managed that. "Manners are the preserve of people who give a damn what the patient thinks," Haruichi informed him, crossing back over and eyeing Kakashi with a view to hoisting him by the scruff of the neck and hauling him to the bed. "If I've learned anything from your glittering example it's most certainly not to take that into consideration." A pause, short and considering. "Which part of you hurts least so I can move you?"