| Laugh Like You Really Mean It. [Closed to Kakashi and Ryouma.] | [Apr. 21st, 2009|04:46 am] |
[Takes place about an hour after The Storm Before the Calm]
It was later. The brown dye was finally gone from Kakashi's hair, the wound re-stitched on Ryouma's back; new clothes had been taken out and pulled on, and the aging rice had been thrown away. They were clean and tired, and the outside light was starting to fade towards a sunset--which was roughly when the enormity of it all sidled up and cracked Kakashi on the back of the skull.
He sat down hard on the bed.
Ryouma was on the other side of the room, steaming coffee mug by his side, busy re-packing their ANBU kits and tossing them back into the closet, just in case the hotel staff decided to get overly curious. He was wearing the same combat pants he'd woken up in (probably because they were the only trousers without bloodstains that fit him) and a loose green t-shirt with some colourful band logo on it. His neck was bruised. His jaw was clean-shaven--they'd both shaved--and sharp-edged in the low light. Black hair spiked up in soft, drying tufts, made worse every time he ran a hand through it. His face was mostly turned away, dark eyes focused on what he was doing, hard muscle pressing up against loose cloth every time he moved...
He was solid and real and alive, and Kakashi had slept with him three times. What were they doing?
His hands clenched on the rumpled blankets. He took a slow breath through his mask. Running didn't work. He didn't want to run. He just needed to think. Settle. Get back to peace he'd had in the shower, with Ryouma's fingers steady around the back of his head...
But he couldn't just grab onto Ryouma again. He wasn't a child.
"Hey." He cleared his throat when his voice stuck. Ryouma's head came up. "Mind if I summon a dog?" |
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