| [Nov. 9th, 2011|03:46 am] |
“I don’t need an escort to ANBU HQ,” Ryouma said dangerously. “The brain damage was fake.”
There was a moment of uncomfortable silence.
“Damnit.” Ryouma sat up, naked and more than half-aroused and abruptly furious. “I’m with Sharingan no Kakashi--if I do go mad and run amok he’ll do a better job of restraining me than any of you goons could.”
“Don’t tempt me,” Kakashi murmured. He sat up as well, leaning one elbow on his knee and raking his hair out of his face. Ryouma blinked at him, startled out of anger for a moment, before he realized what Kakashi meant. And then spent a whole moment more on a deliciously distracting train of thought involving Kakashi and restraints, before he realized that Arakaki’s bearer of bad news was still lurking outside.
“Fine,” he snapped, and surged to his feet. He grabbed the trailing sheet, wrapped it untidily around his waist, and stalked to the door. Kakashi made a startled sound and went for mask and pants, but Ryouma opened the door only a hand’s-breadth and then blocked the narrow gap entirely with his own body.
He didn’t recognize the chuunin standing in the railed landing outside, pink-cheeked in the early morning chill. Kakashi’s apartment was on the second floor; Ryouma entertained momentary fantasies of kicking the chuunin straight over the railing. That probably wouldn’t bolster his claims of sanity, though. He scowled down a full eleven inches instead. “Give me thirty minutes. And bring me a uniform. Jounin blues.”
He shut the door again before the kid could stammer out a response. Across the room, Kakashi zipped up his pants and raised an ironic eyebrow. “I thought I was the mean one.”
“I can be mean,” Ryouma said. “I can be really mean when I’m well on my way to getting nailed through the floor--or nailing, whichever, the point was I was about to find out when Arakaki’s damned brat showed up--”
He stopped himself, took a deep breath, and scrubbed a hand over his face and through his hair. “Oh, well. At least there’s tonight. Assuming I’m invited back.” He glanced around his wrist at Kakashi, suddenly unsure. “Am I? I mean, I’ve still got that voucher for the hotel...” |
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