| [Jan. 31st, 2010|07:58 am] |
The bitterness in Ginta's voice bit like acid. Ryouma flinched, caught himself, and stiffened his spine.
"I wasn't playin' anyone," he said. "I didn't--"
Didn't what? Think? He'd been trying not to think; that'd been the whole point. He'd messed up so badly that Kakashi'd probably been glad when he left and took that shadow of treachery with him. He owed Kakashi his life, Konoha his loyalty; what did sexual fidelity matter, beside those mountainous debts?
Why had he expected Ginta to understand?
He rubbed a hand over his face, wincing again at the discovery of new bruises, and sighed. "Kakashi probably isn't going to care about anything I do short of getting my ass into some anti-interrogation classes. So why the hell do you?" |
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