| [Nov. 6th, 2008|10:35 pm] |
It took Kaito a moment to realize what Raidou was talking about. Then he lifted a guilty hand to his throat, ducking his head again to hide the marks. "No one. It was nothing. I mean--it was something, but it's okay now, and it's not like it's gonna happen again." If only because he was going to avoid Hatake Kakashi like the plague--and he guessed the feeling was mutual.
He kept his hand there, smearing purple bruises with purple paint, as if he could hide the evidence that his limit had flown out of control. He stared down at his painting rather than look up at Raidou and tried to change the subject. "And I wasn't rabbiting. I mean--I like ANBU. I applied, right?" Coming here was just... well, Madoka-sensei said that if Kaito felt safe here and he needed a secure place away from--from everything, real or imagined, he could always come.
Of course, Sato-sensei, Madoka-sensei's boss, had sent Raidou that scroll. Maybe he'd worn out his welcome.
He rubbed his throat, smearing more paint. |
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