| [Jan. 18th, 2009|01:26 pm] |
Raidou never went anywhere without his watch, Genma thought. Of course that was the least of his problems right now. Genma was fairly sure Kaito would have mentioned it if he'd managed to do to Raidou whatever was hidden by those bandages. The forearm wraps could be covering up senbon tracks from fighting Kaito's jutsu. But the face... There was no way Kaito would have gone after Raidou's face in a spar, was there?
No ninja walking the world with a scarlet spiral tattooed on his shoulder was stupid enough to go for a partner's worst scars in a spar. It was the kind of thing that you just didn't do. Like kicking a sparring partner in the jewels, or aiming a killing jutsu at a comrade. You didn't use lethal force in a workout. Especially not a match with a ninja older, better trained, more experienced, and outranking you, as Raidou did to Kaito.
Genma didn't flinch, even when Raidou's fingers crushed his skin to bloodless white.
"Nope. No raincheck. And you need some fiber, fat and protein to go with all these carbs." He smiled back. Matching wills. Knowing he'd win, one way or another.
"Come on, Rai. You wanna keep drinking, we can go back to my place and get hammered and have pizza or something."
And you can let me get a look at whatever the hell happened to you to set this off. If you did that to yourself... But that was not an avenue of speculation Genma wanted to go down.
He twisted in Raidou's grip, so that in one fluid motion he'd gone from being Raidou's captive to having an arm around his friend's waist. "You got a tab you need to pay off before we blow this dive?" |
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