| [Oct. 1st, 2010|11:48 pm] |
Kakashi tensed.
"You're good at that, aren't you?" said Takajin, right behind his neck. "Being funny. It's a bit cliche as a defence, but you have to go with what works, I guess."
Kakashi whipped around, hands flying up -- and came face to face with empty air.
"Ah, slow," chided Takajin. His breath stroked warm over the back of Kakashi's neck. "Getting out of shape?"
When Kakashi spun again, there was still nothing there. He dodged away before Takajin could loop behind him again, and shoved his back into one of the far corners. The main door still hung half-open, like a singing temptation, but Kakashi wasn't stupid enough to bite. There were still cameras, and guards outside, and Fujita upstairs trying to broker a deal. If Kakashi cut and ran, he'd hate to think what they'd do to the diplomat.
"Is Iwa tired of the treaty?" he inquired mildly, voice steady. "Konoha's strong enough for another war, if that's what you're trying to start. I'm sure your councillors wouldn't mind losing more sons."
The cell was silent. Kakashi listened to the hammer-beat of his own heart.
Then Takajin was right in front of his face.
"I'd love to fight you in the field," the man breathed, barely more than a shadow in the darkened cell. He cupped Kakashi's face between his hands, like he didn't care that Kakashi had the perfect angle to snap his neck, and pressed his mouth against Kakashi's forehead, pushing Kakashi's hitai-ate up to touch bare skin.
Kakashi froze.
"Maybe another time," Takajin promised, and chucked Kakashi under the chin. Then he was gone.
Just — gone.
The cell was empty, the door was closed (it still hadn't clanged), and Kakashi could stop feeling like he was about to have a cardiac event any second now. He leaned his shoulders back against the solid stone wall, catching his breath. His skin felt cold.
He scrubbed one hand violently over his forehead, yanking his hitai-ate back down. Stayed where he was, and absolutely didn't wish that Genma was here. If there was any justice at all, Genma was home by now, warm in a hospital bed. Fast asleep and not thinking about Kakashi at all.
There were still cameras in the walls. Kakashi got a grip on himself and looked in their vague direction.
"Good move," he muttered. |
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