Response to To Yukigakure - Mamoru
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Through the slightly crowded shop Keisuke saw Mamoru sitting at a table looking at his phone. He gave Kimiko a glance over his shoulder and motioned for their teammate with his head. She nodded and they pushed their way through the crowd to get to Mamoru. When they got closer Keisuke noticed the plate.
"Oh, you're back." Mamoru smiled. "I ordered us some dango."
Keisuke grinned at his thoughtful friend. He'd never think to buy food for someone else. But that's because he himself rarely paid for anything he ate. Musing to himself he took the seat across from Mamoru while Kimiko sat right next to him.
"Thank you, Mamoru." She said with a cheery smile. "It's weird thinking that Keisuke has such well-mannered friends!"
Clearly implying something, Keisuke glared at her. She had promised not to say anything, but he should've known that she was going to dance around the edges just to fuck with him. And she was just sitting their smirking like the little shit she was while he violently grabbed some dango and nearly impaled her with the stick.
Then Mamoru, not really noticing Keisuke's discomfort, continued to smile. "He really is a bit rude at times, isn't he?"
'They're picking on me!' Keisuke grumbled to himself just as Kimiko flagged down one of the servers.
"Can I get a bottle of sake?" She asked as he approached. He gave her an affirmative nod and walked off, probably to retrieve it.
Keisuke gave her a sarcastic look. "Shouldn't the captain of the squad be the sober one?"
Kimiko rolled her eyes. "Oh, bite me." She said with just a moderately suggestive look. "There're these guys over there I'd like to get to know better. Figured a free drink would be the best way to worm my way into their hearts."
At that last word, Keisuke snorted. "I don't think it's their hearts you're after."
Because he was speaking the truth, Kimiko brought up her hand and gave Keisuke's head a good slap. Despite being assaulted, he just laughed. He liked picking on Kimiko. She always reacted in the most perfect ways. And she was about to go in for another hit when the waiter she flagged down returned with a bottle and three small cups. She just picked up the bottle and wandered off towards a particular rough looking group of men.
Keisuke continued snickering even as he looked back at Mamoru. "Ugh, I should hang out with her more."
"You're not friends?" Mamoru asked innocently enough.
Keisuke shrugged. "More like friends with benefits..." He then gave that a thought. "Err... nevermind. We're not anything to each other. Nothing at all."
"You seem to get along well enough." Mamoru pointed out.
"If you call getting hit getting along." Keisuke chuckled. "Anyway, enough about me and my Kimiko problems, how're things with you? How's the family?"
Mamoru didn't seem to be bothered by the sudden change in topic. "Family's good. Dad's worried about me and the twins are getting tattoos it seems."
The boys both continued to talk about what they've both been doing since they last caught up years ago. Laughing at some events, getting a bit testy at others, mostly Mamoru glaring at Keisuke for picking up his uncles nasty habit of smoking. But, all in all, it was a much appreciated couple of hours.
Response to To Yukigakure - Mamoru
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Night was closing in on their first day out on mission and the three leaf ninja were just entering a small village to find some place to stay. Not seeing any inns immediately, they headed into a dango shop and got something to eat. But before they headed in Keisuke told Mamoru to find them a table, grabbed Kimiko by the arm, and had a word with her outside.
"Not a word." He growled cryptically to his teammate.
Confused, she arched a brow and anchored a hand on her hip. "Not a word of what?"
"Of anything that's happened between us, or of how I actually am." Keisuke hissed. "I'm not going to be with Mamoru long, he doesn't need to know the skeletons in my closet."
Kimiko, amused by Keisuke's situation, laughed. "Wow, you treat women like shit and yet you bend over backwards for that cute little kid? Who would've thought Keisuke Sarutobi had a soft spot!"
He rolled his eyes. "I don't treat women like shit, I treat the people I sleep with like shit. So there's no way they're disillusioned into thinking that I actually care about them." Keisuke paused to groan. "And that's not the point. Mamoru's different. He'll worry himself sick over me if he knew. He's already got his suspicions, I don't need him hanging over me like a mother hen."
"Wow. You're weird." Kimiko breathed. "But I'll keep your deep dark secret while we're on mission. Despite you being a Class A jackass, I'm actually a good person."
Keisuke sighed in relief. "Thank you. Let's head in."
Kimiko nodded but something suddenly occurred to her. "Wait, you said "people" you sleep with, does that mean you do it with guys too?"
"I'm not having this discussion with you." He muttered.
"'Cause, if you're gay, that totally explains your hatred of women." She chuckled, clearly enjoying teasing Keisuke.
"I DON'T HATE WOMEN. JESUS CHRIST. AND I'M NOT GAY."
In the bright light of a rising sun peering through a foggy window, Keisuke Sarutobi fought to remain asleep. He hated mornings. Well, that was a lie. He hated waking up. But he knew a lost cause when he saw it. So frustrated and lethargic he sat up and peered at the girl he'd slept with last night, still happily asleep. He couldn't help but glare at her. Then, with a sigh, he pulled on a pair of sweatpants and headed out to get the morning paper.
Keisuke stepped out in the brisk December air without a care for the temperature. He wasn't even wearing socks. He bent over to pick up the paper when he noticed someone waving at him.
'What the hell do they want?' He thought angrily to himself until he realised that he recognised them. When that occurred to him he squinted at the approaching form. White hair... small frame... reddish eyes... "MAMORU!"
Keisuke didn't hesitate once he made the connection. He ran right for Mamoru and swept him up in his arms with a huge smile on his face. The skinny young man squirmed in his friends arms as he was lifted off the ground and spun around. In public. Like a girl. Keisuke knew that he was making his childhood friend feel uncomfortable, but that's what he enjoyed most about it. He buried his face in his friends shoulder and continued spinning.
After half a minute of that Mamoru started hitting him on the head, signalling it was time to put him down. Keisuke chuckled but set down his flustered friend. Mamoru quickly fixed his hair and straightened his clothes, not wanting to appear disheveled.
"You haven't changed at all, Keisuke-kun." He murmured as his cheeks dusted pink with his fingers still in his hair.
Keisuke just laughed. "Neither have you, Moru-chan!"
Mamoru looked up at his friend with a slight smile on his face. "It's been a long time, hasn't it?"
Keisuke nodded. "About two years, I think."
"That long?"
Again, Keisuke nodded. "Yeah. Doesn't seem like it, right? Feels like it was only yesterday that I was knocking peoples heads together for picking on you!"
Mamoru blushed a little deeper and said nothing.
"But I did miss you, Moru." Keisuke said quietly but sincerely.
They were thick as thieves back in the day. Friends since the Academy. Keisuke mercilessly beat up anyone who made fun of Mamoru and afterwards was patched up by the same friend he had protected. Not that he needed it anymore. But ever since they became chunin they saw less and less of each other. And when Keisuke decided to pick up training to become a jonin their schedules didn't overlap at all. It was a sad reality. But Keisuke had the Will of Fire in him. He'd fight to protect the village over all else.
Keisuke shook himself out of his nostalgia and finally noticed that Mamoru was all dressed to head out on mission. "Got an assignment?" He asked solemnly.
Mamoru nodded. "I'm to meet Lord Hokage later."
"Me too." Keisuke sighed. "I just got back from a year long sting and now I'm being thrown back out in the field. Unfair."
"You're a shinobi, Keisuke-kun. You're gonna have to get used to it." Mamoru chastised. "But I have to go make sure my siblings go to school, so I'll see you later?"
Keisuke nodded and held his arms open. Mamoru looked up at him, clearly uneasy. He clicked his tongue and smiled. "Oh come on, no one's around."
Still not really all that willing, Mamoru let himself be held tightly. Keisuke smiled into his friends hair and kissed his temple. But as quickly as they embraced, they separated. Then Mamoru, a bit flustered, rapped his knuckles against Keisuke's forehead and smiled.
"Goodbye, Keisuke-kun." He said sweetly before turning around and running down the narrow street.
Just happy to see his friend again, Keisuke chuckled and headed back inside. Once there he remembered the sleeping woman still folded up in his sheets. That dampened his mood significantly. He went around the room and picked up her clothing and jewellery. With it all in hand he threw it at her and barked,
"Out."
Confused at the abrupt awakening she sat up and squinted at Keisuke. "Hmmm, whaa...?"
He came around to her side of the bed and turned on the light. "You. Out. Now."
Starting to realise what was happening she became more alert yet still more confused. "I... I don't understand, did I do something wrong?"
"Don't know, don't care." He continued vehemently. "Get out."
Frantic and confused, Keisuke had enough. He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her towards the backdoor.
"Okay, okay! I get it! Can I at least get dressed first?" She asked, clearly accepting that whatever they shared a few hours ago meant nothing to her partner.
Keisuke just glared down at her and practically threw her out, completely naked in the middle of winter. As if he could care. He never cared. He only ever pretended to care. But he thought that was a good time to get ready to head out on mission.
