"What do you want?" Ginta asked, turning the question back around. He didn't give Kakashi a chance to answer. "I want you to get it, is what I want. I want Ryouma to stop treating me like I raped you. Shit, he's the one that screwed you, when it comes to that, not me."

What had he seen in Kakashi? Looking at Kakashi now, weary and angry and closed off inside his shell, it all felt so remote. I'm not your friend Kakashi had insisted. Ginta should have left it at that. Why hadn't he?

"I want you to stop acting like I'm below contempt for having given a shit about you. Hell, at this point I'd like to just stop thinking about you."

He balled his fists in his lap and curled his lip in disgust at himself and the whole damn situation. Kakashi, who wasn't his friend, nothing like it. Ryouma who used to be something like a friend, but wasn't really anymore. And this. Now. More than anything else, this. "I want to not have had my mission blow up in my face. I want Tsuyako to go to her damn sister's wedding. I want to know why, of all the people HQ could possibly have sent to deal with this fucked up mission, they sent you."

He paused for breath, feeling cold--so very cold his shoulders were shaking. "So what do you want?"