| [Mar. 12th, 2009|10:28 pm] |
Asuma whistled softly between his teeth. "Kept you busy, didn't they?" Even on the other side of the world, he'd heard about Ambassador Koga--or at least about the way he'd died. They ought to award points for that kind of originality.
Still, that was what a country got for using their pseudo-peace agreement as an excuse to get in close and kidnap little girls. At least the Hyuuga had gotten their Heir back, even if they'd had to sacrifice Hiashi's brother to do it.
For a fairly recent street bum, Asuma considered himself remarkably well informed.
He reached for another cake, realized he'd had three to Ginta's one, and pulled his hand back. Thoughtfully, he licked his fingertips. "As much as I appreciate the hopefully non-fatal cakes, I'm guessing politics isn't the reason you decided to try my bed out for size." He couldn't have stopped the innuendo--and its accompanying sideways grin--for love, money, or a thousand little cake things. "Anything in particular you're after, or was the open door just too tempting?"
After three years of living in one room with eleven other people, one night alone in an empty apartment had proved a little too lonely. Cracking the door had let in just enough noise to preserve the illusion of company.
And now he had real company. How about that? |
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