The bastard was heavy.

Kakashi gasped, fighting for breath, and forced himself to try for a proper inhale. The chuunin was crushing his lungs. He snarled behind his mask, trying to twist around and get his arms up. His feet up. Anything.

Slipping from nerveless fingers, the chakra pill he hadn't managed to take was lost in the leafmold.

"I--" he whipped his head to one side, teeth snapping, "--am going to make you hurt." His tanto ground an ugly bruise into his back. Kakashi wished he could reach it. "You and your sensei!" Static buzzed in his ears. Sour-metal flooded over his tongue. Numbness dragged through his limbs. His chakra sparked and flickered like a drowned candle.

Kakashi went limp.