| [Mar. 4th, 2008|12:46 pm] |
Kakashi flinched. Then he shied away from the clone, wrenching his hands up. "I'm fine," he snapped, anger and something that was a little too close to panic lending his words some clarity. "Call it off before I do it for you!" Kakashi might not have been in spectacular fighting form, but he was still more than capable of ending a clone. It only took one blow.
He didn't need to explain himself to Genma--even if Genma had a point, he should've moved faster, stupid dog--because Genma was an asshole. Kakashi was definitely remembering that now. He was a medic, which was why he was here, but he was also a bastard and Kakashi didn't need to tell him anything more then he needed to hear. Definitely didn't need to tell him about three days of living on nothing more then soldier pills and doing nothing more then running. Six hours straight of keeping Ryouma on his feet because they had to get home, and home was here. And then showers because... because that had been important, even if he couldn't remember why, and then Ryouma had fallen and Kakashi couldn't think--
Focus on what you know, stupid dog. Genma's an asshole.
Kakashi kept his visible eye on the clone, glaring through soaked hair, and tried to remember what else was important. "He's had two blood pills in the last half hour. And... no painkillers. He took some before we set off, but they'll have worn off. He... got hit twice before I could get there. Head and chest. The chest was a jutsu, and... they smashed his mask." That was important. Losing your mask always was. "Call your clone off!" |
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