![]() ![]() Kakashi stuck his hands into gloves, drank a glass of water, and went out for a run. They weren’t clean, but he could pretend they were now. It took wash 14 for his eyes to release their myopic grip on his raw fingers. On wash 5, he felt like he could breathe a bit easier. Under the nails, to flush out the cartilage. Between the fingers, to clean out any bits of muscle. Back of the hands, to get rid of the blood. His left hand had already turned the faucet, soap prepared. He blinked as he found himself in his kitchen. The air prickled his clammy skin, and he immediately rose on shaky legs. ![]() The smile tilted down, and Rin’s eyebrows furrowed. He tried to remove his hand from Rin’s chest, but it remained trapped in a prison of blood and muscle and bone. Kakashi, you should know how I feel.” Kakashi’s hands shook. ![]() Blue light flashed far too violently for Rin’s serene expression. In response, the sound of Chidori grew louder, from a simple bird song to the screech of a thousand mourning birds. The fingers paused, then went farther, up and up, towards his eye. Rin’s head tilted, and warm blood smeared down his cheekbone. “You should know how I feel about you.”Ī bloodstained hand reached up, up, and up, towards his cheek. A sluggish trail of blood crept down the corner of her mouth. “Ka-ka-shi,” she whispered, almost drowned out by the Kiri nin behind them. Though they were mere inches apart, she stumbled into him, jostling his lightning coated fingers and pushing herself further upon his arm. The waves of the sea and chirp of Chidori beat down on his ears, and Rin smiled like nothing was wrong. ![]()
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