| [Mar. 14th, 2009|05:14 pm] |
"I didn't say Kakashi wasn't a friend." Ryouma shredded the edge of his cinnamon roll, coating his fingers in sticky icing. "I said I couldn't call him that if he hadn't earned it." Barely two weeks ago he'd shouted at Kakashi to stop trying to protect people from themselves, insisted that he needed not a babysitter but a friend. And if it wasn't the kind of friendship he'd had with Arata and Hiroyuki and Daisuke up in the mountains of Lightning Country, what was wrong with that? Kakashi needed more than they did--and gave more than they ever had.
An unpracticed fumble on the riverbank and a desperate moment in a hospital bed still couldn't turn that into a relationship. No matter what Ginta claimed.
"You know," he said, scraping the icing off his thumb with his teeth, "I don't really give a shit what you think about me anymore. You can spread stories about me screwing every guy in Konoha for all I care, and it's not gonna matter." He dropped his hand again and glared up at Ginta, so tense he was nearly trembling. "I was just about willing to call you a friend, but my friends know how to take no for an answer. My friends don't kiss guys who don't want it. Who nearly got raped a month ago, dammit! You say 'because it's him' like you actually care, but did you even think about what you were doing to him?" |
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