| [Feb. 1st, 2008|01:06 am] |
Ginta caught the bottle and repocketed it. Ungrateful bastard. Well, it was just a mission, right? He hoped Kakashi was a little less morose once he'd woken up properly, or this was going to be a sucktastic mission. Playing bait was always so fucking rewarding. You got your ass handed to you, and then your partner jumped in and got to be all saviour-like. Not like Kakashi needed his head swelled any bigger. Genius-types were always a pain in the ass.
Of course Ginta should know. He'd been called so himself, and it does, after all, take one to know one.
He headed back to his apartment, picked up his kodachi, and sat crosslegged on the floor, with the television playing the day's news while he sharpened his blade.
Huh, interesting. Looked like a Daimyou's daughter had been caught in a compromising position. Photographs and everything. Ginta grinned. He'd helped secure the photographs himself, only a week ago. Funny that the photographer had turned up missing, the news reader said.
Yep. Funny, funny world. |
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