| [Jun. 3rd, 2009|10:36 pm] |
"Fuck--that," Ginta snarled. He blinked at Kakashi through pain-teared eyes, panting almost as hard as if he'd been the one doing the running. "Broken leg. Not dying. Better to stay--together." Much better. Because if it had to, the clone could fight. If he had to, he could fight. But he wasn't so sure Kakashi could.
The dogs looked uncertainly from one man to the other, tongues out, muscles bunching as they ran. They had to be near exhaustion, too. If they split up, especially if Ginta took the dogs, and their pursuers caught up to Kakashi...
Low sun flickered through heavy trees, casting shadow like flames. It would be child's play for their enemies to hide here, lay traps...
They should lay traps. Maybe Kakashi already had, in the hours while Ginta'd lain unconscious, but when would he have stopped? And did they dare take that time now? The forest loomed ominous around them.
"No fucking suicide missions. We stick together." |
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