| [Jan. 21st, 2012|10:52 pm] |
Despite himself, Kakashi gave her a wry smile. “You have no idea.”
Katsuko made an odd aborted motion, as if she’d intended to pat him on the hand and thought better of it. She paused halfway across the table, traded a raised eyebrow with him, and retreated back to her side with a grunt that sounded like sympathy.
Ryouma said nothing.
Kakashi glanced at his back. There was still water in Ryouma’s hair, picking up fractured glints of lights from the morning sun. Despite two attempts, the neck of his shirt was still askew and the hem had rucked up, revealing a strip of skin above the waistband of unbelted jeans. He was barefoot, intent on breakfast, and frustrating...
But Kakashi had him, and Katsuko had lost him.
He couldn’t imagine wanting to be friends afterwards, but she’d brought Ryouma a present just to make him laugh.
Admittedly with a tiny naked Kakashi on top—well, bottom—but he understood that the thought was supposed to count for something.
Somewhere along that train of thought, his tightly clamped, carefully controlled chakra loosened up enough to catch an edge of Katsuko’s, and his head snapped back to her, a startled hiss breaking between his teeth. She’d been a powerhouse before; now she was an inferno. Feverish-hot and barely controlled in a way that reminded him of Tsume’s rot-touched coils, deeply damaged. No wonder she smelled exhausted; the effort of keeping that in check...
“What is going on with your chakra?” |
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