| [Jan. 22nd, 2010|03:39 am] |
"Fabulous," Ginta said, utterly deadpan. "I see you met Grandmother. I'm so pleased you and she hit it off. Let me guess, she called you a deviant pervert and suggested you were bringing shame not just to your ancestors, but to mine as well, and to all of Konoha?"
Kakashi regarded Ginta for a moment, then brought his knee up, braced one elbow on it, rested his head against his palm, and made a strangled noise that might have been a laugh, if it hadn't sounded quite so broken. He laughed until his voice cracked and his eye teared, then wiped his face and looked at Ginta. "Yeah. Something like that."
"That's what I thought," Ginta said, nodding. He eased himself back in the bed, trying to find a comfortable position. Cursing at the sheets that tried to tangle his leg, and the pillows that had once been cradling it and now were in the way.
"If it's any consolation, she probably thinks I'm the one who corrupted you. You'd think she'd be more understanding: after all, we know she likes men. Enough to marry one and make a kid with him, right?"
Ginta tried for a laugh, but it came out just as broken as Kakashi's had. Broken and sick. He choked and shuddered, tucked his head down, then back, covering his face with his hands. "Fuck."
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