| [Jan. 22nd, 2010|03:15 am] |
There was an element to showdown to Kakashi's posture. A finality that said 'these are my cards and I am calling your bluff.' Chihiro had to admire that, at least a little. "Well, Kakashi-san..." She almost called him -kun. Almost. As if he were a boyhood friend of Ginta's and not a comrade in arms. But that word would have been too familiar. Implied a closeness between Sakumo's son and Gousuke's grandson that she she didn't want to even contemplate.
Couldn't help but contemplate.
"Your mother is not with us, but I knew her. I am sure she would tell you to take a seat, if you are going to insist on waiting until Ginta wakes." She sniffed and gestured at the wheelchair again. "And I am equally sure Ginta will be upset if he learns you have exhausted yourself once again on his behalf."
She'd listened to Ginta's fever-dream talk. Listened to him call for Kakashi, listened to him curse himself, curse Kakashi, for driving himself nearly to death to bring Ginta home. How could one skinny, silver-haired boy mean so much to Ginta? Have such a claim on his heart and not even know it? Not even care?
"Sit, Kakashi-san. We will both wait." |
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