| [Apr. 20th, 2009|11:09 pm] |
"No strings," Ryouma agreed. "It's okay." He should have learned his lesson from Hitomi-sensei, or even from Tsume. Kakashi'd told him he didn't have a chance from the very beginning. He'd told himself. And he'd gone ahead and broken his oath and handed over his heart anyway. "I should--y'know--back to Lightning Country, or something..."
He didn't move. Kakashi's forehead pressed against his shoulder; Kakashi's fingers bruised his arm. Against his stomach Shiba whimpered and scrabbled over Kakashi's knee, escaping from a trap of tension. Ryouma blinked against the scratchy coverlet and listened to the blood beat inside his head.
"I'm not supposed to have sex on missions," he said at last. "That's probably why--"
Kakashi had nearly died because he'd taken Ryouma's share of the drug. Misao had died because she'd been straddling him, pinning him down on his back in the long grass while she laughed and refused to let him kiss her. You couldn't quite compare Misao's mistake to Kakashi's sacrifice, but Ryouma's part hadn't changed.
"Dammit," he said, and squeezed his eyes closed so tightly that stars whirled against the black. "I should've just had myself gelded." The laughter in his voice trembled on the edge of something else. "When we get back to the village, maybe I will." |
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