| [Jan. 22nd, 2010|03:53 am] |
Kakashi choke-laughed. Tell that to Obito.
But that was too much history packed into too small a space, and nothing he wanted to bring up now. Especially not with Ginta's double-grip around his wrists, holding them like handcuffs. Like a muscle-and-bone support, keeping Kakashi's hands close.
Carefully, he twisted into the weak part of Ginta's hold, breaking free. Then ran his fingers though that bed-tangled blond hair, smoothing it back, putting it in order. Ruffling it wild again when it looked so very wrong. Ginta tolerated him, eyebrows arching quizzically. Kakashi offered an awkward smile, touching the line of Ginta's jaw, the rise of one bruised cheekbone, the pulse at his throat. Still here, not leaving, God, I don't know what I'm doing...
Petting Ginta like a dog, apparently.
What did friends do, anyway?
Ginta's hands caught his again, pulling them down before Kakashi got completely lost and poked him in the eye. Kakashi wet his lips, trying to find something, anything to say that wasn't cut close and personal.
"I have a question," he managed finally, and was startled to realize he did. "Your Grandmother -- did she, ah, did she ever mention my parents to you?" His hands fidgeted in Ginta's. "My mother, specifically."
Okay. Almost not-personal. |
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