| [Jun. 5th, 2009|04:05 am] |
Ginta took the offerings silently. He swallowed the tablets with a gulp of his sports drink. He picked up the ration bars and tried to read meaning in them. Did Kakashi actually remember which flavors he preferred, or was it a lucky guess? But Kakashi had swapped bars in the cupboard as if looking for these in particular...
He listened to the words tumbling out like glass pebbles from a broken vase.
It took a moment for the sense to soak in. When it did, Ginta didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Smacking Kakashi for being such an idiot, for not getting it, for having such a god-complex, was tempting. Instead he reached out a hand and touched, very softly, an unburned patch of Kakashi's shoulder.
"You didn't listen to a single thing I said before, did you? You actually think this--what happened to Ryouma, what happened to me--you think it's your fault. Do you really have that kind of power, Kakashi?"
Gods help them both, he had no idea how to tear down that kind of fortress.
"You know the last time I got really hurt on a mission--well the time before the last time, if you count that thing in Rain, but that wasn't really that bad..." He laughed dryly. Of course Kakashi was counting that thing in Rain.
"Did you see the scar when you had me all stripped down? Big one on my belly? Ryouma was there when I got that. Maybe he's the real culprit. Or, you know, the Hokage. His signature was on all our mission scrolls, right? Yours, mine, Ryouma's, Tsuyako's... Maybe he's just fucking with us." He waited a beat. "Or maybe it's the fact we're ninja in ANBU." |
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