| [Feb. 21st, 2010|05:15 am] |
"Yeah, sleep" Genma agreed on a soft breath. For a moment his eyes shut and his hands went lax. The rest of his ration bar fell to the mattress beside him, protected in its torn wrapper. Forgotten. For a moment, just a moment, Genma dreamed of Seijuro's laugh.
He took a deep breath and opened his eyes wide. Control was slipping by the second, and fatigue was edging into something more dangerous. Kakashi's suggestion of dreams felt almost like a threat. Genma made himself focus, trying to conjure up some safe thought. "I'll dream about tea," he told Kakashi. "Really good tea. That silver-leaf stuff from down south." He yawned, curled up on his side. "In a nice... nice iron pot."
Kakashi chuckled quietly. "Tea is good."
Genma's eyes fell unfocused again. Kakashi was an indistinct grey blur, in clothes nearly the same shade as the walls. Camouflage. Prison camouflage. Iwa couldn't have intended it. Maybe they didn't know. Genma snorted half a laugh and curled his hands in close to his body. "You too. Sleep," he said, after a pause. "Lie down. Not like there's any point setting a watch."
Kakashi made a face that even with his mask on was clear: puzzlement that turned into a wince. Not setting a watch was just wrong.
"I know," Genma murmured. "It's fucked up."
Kakashi answered with a tiny exhausted nod and a sigh. He carefully arranged the things their captors had given him next to the wall: the empty water bottle and the full one, soap, comb, and toothbrush. He set the pillow and blanket on the mattress, then dragged the mattress around until it was right next to Genma's, between Genma's and the door. For a moment he knelt there, looking at Genma, at the door. Making sure Genma was completely guarded.
Genma shuddered under his blankets, gut twisting with gratefulness for that gesture.
Kakashi picked up his own blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders like a cape, then fell with a suddenness that set Genma's heart racing. Genma jerked up, reaching out to touch Kakashi's shoulder. |
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