[Log] Family Reunion [Jimaiya, Kakami]
[[Going on the idea that Jimaiya is actually Sakumo's little sister, thereby making her Kakami's aunt. ... Somewhat. >>]]
It took her a while, but eventually Jimaiya decided enough was enough. So the woman was technically old enough to take care of herself, so what? With the way she was going, Jimaiya wouldn't be surprised if Rin came back and diagnosed her with the mental capacity of a five-year-old.
Stupid kids.
Stupid kids and their ability to make you feel like you were yea high.
She'd scored the village high and low for the Hatake; she searched bars, strip joints, hell, even the hospital, but to no avail. Eventually she decided if she were in the woman's shoes (which she has, many many times before), she'd go to the last place everyone'd expect her to be.
Not even bothering to knock, Jimaiya pushed past the doors to Kakami's office, her determination set.
"Get out of your hellhole, brat-- your angst is stifling."
A pause. Kakami slowly put down the piece of paper she'd been scribbling on and stared at the older woman.
"Excuse me?" what was this about? Kakami knew that she had been a little more reckless lately. She and Kureno had already discussed it. And Kakami had visited Sakurai and Naruko and trained with Sachiko...so she wasn't sure why Jimaiya was bursting in here like this. Unless one of the kids had said something.
Oooh, fiesty. Apparently, Jimaiya had caught her at a good time. "You heard me," she said, dispassionately eyeing the papers the other woman had in her hands. "How long you been holing yourself up in here anyway?" She gave a flick of the wrist that somehow left no room for argument.
"C'mon, let's get out of here-- find a place with some alcohol or something."
She was sure she could definitely use the drink later on...
"I've been here for two hours." Kakami said slightly testy still. Still she stood.
"Fine, but food too." Kakami was not looking to get drunk at the moment.
Well that was a lot easier than Jimaiya expected. But she wasn't about to complain. She led the woman to one of her favorite diners-- good food, okay service, but best of all-- good booze. After ordering them some dinner and a round, Jimaiya turned to the younger woman with what she'd gone around calling her 'serious face'.
"So. Spill."
"Spill what?" Kakami asked, voice as throughly masked as her face. Her open eye stared at the older woman - it too revealed nothing. Kakami was completely guarded; as she usually was save for when dealing with a few chosen who were close.
Jimaiya had not been close to her in years. Literally decades. Kakami wasn't a child anymore.
Whether or not Kakami thought she was no longer a child didn't matter to Jimaiya. In the older woman's eyes, she still saw the same guarded, stupid, ridiculous young girl that refused to accept help when she needed it most, and if that wasn't deserving of a good bottle of sake, she didn't know what was.
"You're really going to make me run in circles, huh, kid?" the Sannin sighed. Gods-- it should be easier than this. They were related-- wasn't there something in their blood that made talking to one another easier?
"Look," the Toad Sennin got right down to it, "obviously something's bothering you."
"Funny, that never seemed to interest you before."
The words were out before she could catch them. Even Kakami inwardly winced at them. She looked away slightly for a moment, unwilling to look at Jimaiya.
Oh. Touche.
"I won't hand you excuses," she said quietly, wishing very much the damned waitor would hurry up with their drinks, "but the door swings both ways, you know."
She heaved a heavy sigh, just barely resisting the urge to reach up and rub at her temples. "Couldn't I get credit for trying now? Better late than never, all that?" Even though the younger girl refused to look at her, Jimaiya's gaze remained as steady as ever. "I can't help you if you won't let me."
"I don't need your help." Kakami said quietly. She looked up. "Stop trying to mother me. It doesn't suit you."
There was a pause as drinks were delivered. When the waiter left, Kakami spoke again. "I'm a big girl. You should be more worried about Naruko, shouldn't you?"
Jimaiya tossed the drink back down her throat thankfully, savoring the slight burn of the alchohol before she went back down to business. "'I don't need your help', 'worry about someone else', yada yada yada," the Sannin said exasperatedly, hand waving in the air dismissively. "Cut the crap, alright? Acting stupid doesn't suit you either." As she poured herself another drink, she levelled her voice a bit. "Believe it or not, Naruko's doing a lot better than you right now. Unlike you," Jimaiya emphasized, "she's handling her emotions well." She paused. "Alright, well enough."
She leaned back into her seat, her expression somber and serious. "I know I haven't been doing the best job at being 'aunt Jimaiya'," she said quietly, "but continue to close yourself off like this.. and you'll wind up a bitter old lady like myself." She smirked wryly. "And I know you don't want that."
"I am fine." Kakami insisted, sounding irritated this time. "I am! I'll admit, okay, that I had an...'episode' when Sakurai was captured. But he's back. I'll be okay." she looked at Jimaiya. "I don't understand why you're pushing this."
The woman picked up her own drink, staring at the liquid in the cup, although she did not raise it to her lips.
If Jimaiya were to be honest, she'd say she wasn't quite sure why she was pushing it either. Perhaps it was guilt, or perhaps she was just tired of seeing the woman destroy herself, bit by bit. Either way, she knew she had to step in, whether either women liked it or not.
"You won't be okay, darling," said the older woman sadly, lips twisted into a mirthless smile. "You know you won't." She sighed then, toying with her now-empty glass as she looked around, somehow too exhausted to even refill her drink.
"Humor me, huh?" she said finally. "Give me something so I can go home tonight thinking I haven't completely failed with you."
Kakami blinked at that statement, not expecting such an...admition. She looked down at the table, silent for a while. Kakami didn't know what to say. Reassure the woman that it had not been her place to "succeed or fail" with Kakami? Tell her that she didn't know enough about Kakami to predict whether Kakami would be fine or not?
"...I know I'm..." Kakami hesitated. "Look...Kureno and I talked about this. And when Rin comes back...I'll be a bit better." The younger woman shifted. "I'm not a complete mess and..." Hesitation. "When you left, you'd left with Sensei and thought it was probably in good hands. You're not...responsible." Not there had been times when she was a child that Kakami hadn't blamed Jimaiya for going away. Mostly when she was much younger.
Jimaiya smiled slightly, mirthlessly, recognizing the other woman's awkwardly-put words as something meant for reassurance. When Jimaiya left, she left because her heart had been broken and her friendship'd been betrayed, and in that depressing state she thought she had nothing else to stay for. Watching the woman sitting in front of her now, Jimaiya realized how wrong she had been.
But what's done is done... No rewinding.
"You're a good kid," the older of the two said after a while. "Despite it all.. despite all the crap life's thrown at you.. You're a good kid. Sometimes," the Sannin admitted a little quietly, "before I used to comfort myself by thinking you didn't need me... that you were better off. I guess," she laughed a little hollowly, "I guess that's sort of true for now, huh?"
Finally, she reached over and refilled her glass.
Kakami watched her and sighed, pulling down her mask and sipping a bit of her drink. "There were times I was angry with you. That I blamed you and Dad and...and Mother. But...what's done is done. It can't be erased."
The younger woman met Jimaiya's eyes. "You're not my parents. You...you didn't have the responsibility to hang around."
"That was still no excuse," the Sannin said automatically, her eyes drifting to the liquid sitting in her glass. "Still no excuse."
Finally she took a heavy gulp, tossing the liquid down her throat til it burned so much she had to hiss through her teeth. Meeting Kakami's eyes again, Jimaiya found it was suddenly a lot easier to speak. "And while our mistakes can't be erased.. it doesn't mean we have to settle for them." She spoke very seriously. "Do you want to hit me, Kakami? Would it make you feel better?"
Kakami blinked, taken completely off guard. "...What?" she asked slowly. Hit Jimaiya? No, it wouldn't really help. Besides, Kakami didn't really feel that sort of thing was something that should be done.
The older woman shrugged casually. "Just thought it'd help," she murmured quietly, before pouring herself another cup. Truly, Jimaiya had hoped Kakami would take the offer, but of course it would not that easy. "Well I'm out of ideas," she said, vision going slightly out of focus. It was funny-- for someone who drank as much as she did, she could still be a bit of a light-weight when she wanted to be. "I'm sorry," she sighed heavily, not knowing what else she could do. "Just.. sorry."
"Stop apologizing." Kakami said with more vehmence than she meant to. "It doesn't change anything so...just stop." She bit the inside of her cheek. "You want to apologize to someone...apologize to Mother." A pause. "She never forgave herself for not talking to you again."
"I have," Jimaiya replied a little hollowly. Many, many times... There was a quiet pause, before the older of the two made a defeated sort of noise and, tossing the glass aside, reached for the entire bottle instead. She waved her hand for another round. She decided she was definitely not drunk enough for this.
Neither was Kakami. She swallowed the rest of her drink quickly, wincing as it burnt her throat. Kakami didn't make a habit of drinking anything harder than the occasional beer with Kureno and Asuka - and in all honesty she was probably even more of a lightweight than Jimaiya was a the moment.
"Well...then I don't know what to tell you." Kakami pushed her glass forward, indicating she wanted more.
Filling the woman's glass obediently, Jimaiya lifted a shoulder in one, careless shrug. "Maybe you're right-- maybe there really is nothing else to say."
Kakami lifted her glass and drank it down rather quickly. She set it down and blinked a bit, making a slight face and then pushed her glass towards Jimaiya. "Probably isn't..." she argreed. "Not that we ever had much to say to each other." Her face was surprisingly sober as she said that.
"...No," the older woman agreed slowly, somberly. "No, I suppose not." She sighed again, refilling Kakami's glass before taking a large chug herself. She smiled a little mirthlessly once the bottle left her lips. "I guess that's all for the best anyway."
"Why?" Kakami drank again and made a stronger face. "Bleh."
"Oh," said the Sannin, finding it a little easier to speak now that both were well on their way to Happy Land, "you know. S'not like I'm the best at handling people.. or anything." She frowned a bit, quite sure she didn't make any sense, but shrugged it off with another gulp.
"Yeah....you could have more tact." Kakami stated drinking another shot. "Egh....this stuff burns..."
Bristling slightly, Jimaiya was pretty sure she was being insulted. "You're one to talk," she replied huffily, before jabbing a finger in the other woman's direction. "And it's supposed to burn-- that's the point." She punctuated that fact with another gulp, hissing again as the liquor all but scorched her throat.
"What do you mean?" Kakami's slightly glazed eye sparked a bit. "I have plenty of tact!" She didn't look up as another bottle was delivered by their waiter but took the freedom to claim it and shakily fill her glass.
"Oh sure," the older woman sniggered a bit. She didn't really have any other point to make, but by then both women were pretty much too busy drinking to care. She frowned when Kakami snagged the second bottle for herself, and despite the fact that she had her own bottle in hand said, "Don't be greedy now. I'm paying."
" 'M not..." Kakami stated. "..." she frowned and then swallowed her glass, poured another and threw it back as well. A slight flush was painting her pale cheeks now. "You paying 'cause you feel guilty?"
"Yes," Jimaiya stated without any hesitation. It wasn't like it would do either of them any good by lying. "Figure," she slurred slightly, "figure it's the least I can do.." She narrowed her eyes slightly at the other woman's flushed face. "...You cannot be my neice," she stated, though there was no trace of vehemence in her tone. In fact she sounded.. well. Amused.
A scowl. "Why not?" she demanded taking another drink and choking it down. "Bleh, what is this?"
"That's why not," the Sannin stated smugly. True she was a little tipsy herself, but she'd been drinking long before the other woman even touched her glass. So there.
Kakami snorted and poured herself more. "...Ma couldn't hold her alchohol..." she murmured quietly, staring at her drink a moment - as if mezmerized with the liquid.
"No," Jimaiya nodded slowly. She smiled a little. "She was damn funny drunk though."
"Not always." Kakami leaned back in her chair downing more alchohol. "She got drunk a lot after Dad left, y'know?" Kakami looked up at the cieling.
"Maybe she built up her tolerance." The woman mused idly.
Well. Way to kill the mood. "Yeah," the Sannin replied hollowly, pulling her bottle closer. "Maybe."
"You know, this stuff isn't so bad." Kakami's voice was lightly slurred as she picked up the bottle and inspected it. "Once ya get past the burning and all..." she blinked as the waiter put down some food, apologizing for it being so late. Kakami stared at it.
Jimaiya just stared at the woman. "You eat it, Kakami," the older woman stated in amusement.
"Yeah, I know." Kakami sounded annoyed. Then she looked at Jimaiya in confusion. "Did I order that?"
Jimaiya thought about it. "...No. I think I did." She paused. "Maybe." She shrugged then and motioned towards it. "You gonna eat it or not?"
"I dunno." She pause. "I think I'll have another drink before I decide." Kakami tilted the bottle shakily and filled her glass. "It's kinda pretty." She said idly.
"Kinda pretty..," Jimaiya echoed disbelievingly. Oh yeah. Kakami was definitely her mother's daughter. Carefully, she reached over for the other woman's bottle. "I think maybe you've had enough, Kakami."
"No! I want more..." Kakami protested, pouting slightly. " 's not fair! You've got a bottle..."
Okay now it was just getting ridiculous. Jimaiya only hoped the other woman wouldn't remember what happened, lest she be embarrassed for life or something. "Don't make me make you give it to me Kakami," the Sannin said reprovingly, wondering, very briefly, if this is what it felt to actually have kids.
...Ooh, bad sensei flashbacks.
"No. Mine." she pouted a bit more. It would be a good thing she wouldn't remember this. Kakami would have been mortified. As it was, she felt like challenging the other woman a bit.
Probably not a good idea, considering just who the other woman was. Sighing to herself, Jimaiya merely took her hand away, feeling it was probably better to teach the woman a lesson than get into a bar fight. "Fine-- but don't say I didn't warn you."
"Just...one more..." Kakami slurred. It would have been better if she could have held the bottle steady to actually pour it.
Jimaiya couldn't stand it. It just.. well it hurt to look at. Sighin exasperatedly, the Sannin moved her hands through a few signs, effectively and effortlessly putting the jounin-sensei to sleep lest the other woman hurt herself some more. When Kakami slumped against the table, head just barely hitting her glass, Jimaiya stood and put down some bills in payment. She then proceeded to carry the woman out of the bar towards the other's apartment.
Sighing a bit, Jimaiya wondered if she'll never be able to make amends.
"Oh well," she said quietly, as she bent to deposit the other woman into her bed. The point was she tried, right?
...Right.
"Sleep tight," Jimaiya whispered and, after a moment's hesitation, gave a chaste kiss on Kakami's forehead. The Sannin spared her one last look before taking her leave.
Oh well.
It took her a while, but eventually Jimaiya decided enough was enough. So the woman was technically old enough to take care of herself, so what? With the way she was going, Jimaiya wouldn't be surprised if Rin came back and diagnosed her with the mental capacity of a five-year-old.
Stupid kids.
Stupid kids and their ability to make you feel like you were yea high.
She'd scored the village high and low for the Hatake; she searched bars, strip joints, hell, even the hospital, but to no avail. Eventually she decided if she were in the woman's shoes (which she has, many many times before), she'd go to the last place everyone'd expect her to be.
Not even bothering to knock, Jimaiya pushed past the doors to Kakami's office, her determination set.
"Get out of your hellhole, brat-- your angst is stifling."
A pause. Kakami slowly put down the piece of paper she'd been scribbling on and stared at the older woman.
"Excuse me?" what was this about? Kakami knew that she had been a little more reckless lately. She and Kureno had already discussed it. And Kakami had visited Sakurai and Naruko and trained with Sachiko...so she wasn't sure why Jimaiya was bursting in here like this. Unless one of the kids had said something.
Oooh, fiesty. Apparently, Jimaiya had caught her at a good time. "You heard me," she said, dispassionately eyeing the papers the other woman had in her hands. "How long you been holing yourself up in here anyway?" She gave a flick of the wrist that somehow left no room for argument.
"C'mon, let's get out of here-- find a place with some alcohol or something."
She was sure she could definitely use the drink later on...
"I've been here for two hours." Kakami said slightly testy still. Still she stood.
"Fine, but food too." Kakami was not looking to get drunk at the moment.
Well that was a lot easier than Jimaiya expected. But she wasn't about to complain. She led the woman to one of her favorite diners-- good food, okay service, but best of all-- good booze. After ordering them some dinner and a round, Jimaiya turned to the younger woman with what she'd gone around calling her 'serious face'.
"So. Spill."
"Spill what?" Kakami asked, voice as throughly masked as her face. Her open eye stared at the older woman - it too revealed nothing. Kakami was completely guarded; as she usually was save for when dealing with a few chosen who were close.
Jimaiya had not been close to her in years. Literally decades. Kakami wasn't a child anymore.
Whether or not Kakami thought she was no longer a child didn't matter to Jimaiya. In the older woman's eyes, she still saw the same guarded, stupid, ridiculous young girl that refused to accept help when she needed it most, and if that wasn't deserving of a good bottle of sake, she didn't know what was.
"You're really going to make me run in circles, huh, kid?" the Sannin sighed. Gods-- it should be easier than this. They were related-- wasn't there something in their blood that made talking to one another easier?
"Look," the Toad Sennin got right down to it, "obviously something's bothering you."
"Funny, that never seemed to interest you before."
The words were out before she could catch them. Even Kakami inwardly winced at them. She looked away slightly for a moment, unwilling to look at Jimaiya.
Oh. Touche.
"I won't hand you excuses," she said quietly, wishing very much the damned waitor would hurry up with their drinks, "but the door swings both ways, you know."
She heaved a heavy sigh, just barely resisting the urge to reach up and rub at her temples. "Couldn't I get credit for trying now? Better late than never, all that?" Even though the younger girl refused to look at her, Jimaiya's gaze remained as steady as ever. "I can't help you if you won't let me."
"I don't need your help." Kakami said quietly. She looked up. "Stop trying to mother me. It doesn't suit you."
There was a pause as drinks were delivered. When the waiter left, Kakami spoke again. "I'm a big girl. You should be more worried about Naruko, shouldn't you?"
Jimaiya tossed the drink back down her throat thankfully, savoring the slight burn of the alchohol before she went back down to business. "'I don't need your help', 'worry about someone else', yada yada yada," the Sannin said exasperatedly, hand waving in the air dismissively. "Cut the crap, alright? Acting stupid doesn't suit you either." As she poured herself another drink, she levelled her voice a bit. "Believe it or not, Naruko's doing a lot better than you right now. Unlike you," Jimaiya emphasized, "she's handling her emotions well." She paused. "Alright, well enough."
She leaned back into her seat, her expression somber and serious. "I know I haven't been doing the best job at being 'aunt Jimaiya'," she said quietly, "but continue to close yourself off like this.. and you'll wind up a bitter old lady like myself." She smirked wryly. "And I know you don't want that."
"I am fine." Kakami insisted, sounding irritated this time. "I am! I'll admit, okay, that I had an...'episode' when Sakurai was captured. But he's back. I'll be okay." she looked at Jimaiya. "I don't understand why you're pushing this."
The woman picked up her own drink, staring at the liquid in the cup, although she did not raise it to her lips.
If Jimaiya were to be honest, she'd say she wasn't quite sure why she was pushing it either. Perhaps it was guilt, or perhaps she was just tired of seeing the woman destroy herself, bit by bit. Either way, she knew she had to step in, whether either women liked it or not.
"You won't be okay, darling," said the older woman sadly, lips twisted into a mirthless smile. "You know you won't." She sighed then, toying with her now-empty glass as she looked around, somehow too exhausted to even refill her drink.
"Humor me, huh?" she said finally. "Give me something so I can go home tonight thinking I haven't completely failed with you."
Kakami blinked at that statement, not expecting such an...admition. She looked down at the table, silent for a while. Kakami didn't know what to say. Reassure the woman that it had not been her place to "succeed or fail" with Kakami? Tell her that she didn't know enough about Kakami to predict whether Kakami would be fine or not?
"...I know I'm..." Kakami hesitated. "Look...Kureno and I talked about this. And when Rin comes back...I'll be a bit better." The younger woman shifted. "I'm not a complete mess and..." Hesitation. "When you left, you'd left with Sensei and thought it was probably in good hands. You're not...responsible." Not there had been times when she was a child that Kakami hadn't blamed Jimaiya for going away. Mostly when she was much younger.
Jimaiya smiled slightly, mirthlessly, recognizing the other woman's awkwardly-put words as something meant for reassurance. When Jimaiya left, she left because her heart had been broken and her friendship'd been betrayed, and in that depressing state she thought she had nothing else to stay for. Watching the woman sitting in front of her now, Jimaiya realized how wrong she had been.
But what's done is done... No rewinding.
"You're a good kid," the older of the two said after a while. "Despite it all.. despite all the crap life's thrown at you.. You're a good kid. Sometimes," the Sannin admitted a little quietly, "before I used to comfort myself by thinking you didn't need me... that you were better off. I guess," she laughed a little hollowly, "I guess that's sort of true for now, huh?"
Finally, she reached over and refilled her glass.
Kakami watched her and sighed, pulling down her mask and sipping a bit of her drink. "There were times I was angry with you. That I blamed you and Dad and...and Mother. But...what's done is done. It can't be erased."
The younger woman met Jimaiya's eyes. "You're not my parents. You...you didn't have the responsibility to hang around."
"That was still no excuse," the Sannin said automatically, her eyes drifting to the liquid sitting in her glass. "Still no excuse."
Finally she took a heavy gulp, tossing the liquid down her throat til it burned so much she had to hiss through her teeth. Meeting Kakami's eyes again, Jimaiya found it was suddenly a lot easier to speak. "And while our mistakes can't be erased.. it doesn't mean we have to settle for them." She spoke very seriously. "Do you want to hit me, Kakami? Would it make you feel better?"
Kakami blinked, taken completely off guard. "...What?" she asked slowly. Hit Jimaiya? No, it wouldn't really help. Besides, Kakami didn't really feel that sort of thing was something that should be done.
The older woman shrugged casually. "Just thought it'd help," she murmured quietly, before pouring herself another cup. Truly, Jimaiya had hoped Kakami would take the offer, but of course it would not that easy. "Well I'm out of ideas," she said, vision going slightly out of focus. It was funny-- for someone who drank as much as she did, she could still be a bit of a light-weight when she wanted to be. "I'm sorry," she sighed heavily, not knowing what else she could do. "Just.. sorry."
"Stop apologizing." Kakami said with more vehmence than she meant to. "It doesn't change anything so...just stop." She bit the inside of her cheek. "You want to apologize to someone...apologize to Mother." A pause. "She never forgave herself for not talking to you again."
"I have," Jimaiya replied a little hollowly. Many, many times... There was a quiet pause, before the older of the two made a defeated sort of noise and, tossing the glass aside, reached for the entire bottle instead. She waved her hand for another round. She decided she was definitely not drunk enough for this.
Neither was Kakami. She swallowed the rest of her drink quickly, wincing as it burnt her throat. Kakami didn't make a habit of drinking anything harder than the occasional beer with Kureno and Asuka - and in all honesty she was probably even more of a lightweight than Jimaiya was a the moment.
"Well...then I don't know what to tell you." Kakami pushed her glass forward, indicating she wanted more.
Filling the woman's glass obediently, Jimaiya lifted a shoulder in one, careless shrug. "Maybe you're right-- maybe there really is nothing else to say."
Kakami lifted her glass and drank it down rather quickly. She set it down and blinked a bit, making a slight face and then pushed her glass towards Jimaiya. "Probably isn't..." she argreed. "Not that we ever had much to say to each other." Her face was surprisingly sober as she said that.
"...No," the older woman agreed slowly, somberly. "No, I suppose not." She sighed again, refilling Kakami's glass before taking a large chug herself. She smiled a little mirthlessly once the bottle left her lips. "I guess that's all for the best anyway."
"Why?" Kakami drank again and made a stronger face. "Bleh."
"Oh," said the Sannin, finding it a little easier to speak now that both were well on their way to Happy Land, "you know. S'not like I'm the best at handling people.. or anything." She frowned a bit, quite sure she didn't make any sense, but shrugged it off with another gulp.
"Yeah....you could have more tact." Kakami stated drinking another shot. "Egh....this stuff burns..."
Bristling slightly, Jimaiya was pretty sure she was being insulted. "You're one to talk," she replied huffily, before jabbing a finger in the other woman's direction. "And it's supposed to burn-- that's the point." She punctuated that fact with another gulp, hissing again as the liquor all but scorched her throat.
"What do you mean?" Kakami's slightly glazed eye sparked a bit. "I have plenty of tact!" She didn't look up as another bottle was delivered by their waiter but took the freedom to claim it and shakily fill her glass.
"Oh sure," the older woman sniggered a bit. She didn't really have any other point to make, but by then both women were pretty much too busy drinking to care. She frowned when Kakami snagged the second bottle for herself, and despite the fact that she had her own bottle in hand said, "Don't be greedy now. I'm paying."
" 'M not..." Kakami stated. "..." she frowned and then swallowed her glass, poured another and threw it back as well. A slight flush was painting her pale cheeks now. "You paying 'cause you feel guilty?"
"Yes," Jimaiya stated without any hesitation. It wasn't like it would do either of them any good by lying. "Figure," she slurred slightly, "figure it's the least I can do.." She narrowed her eyes slightly at the other woman's flushed face. "...You cannot be my neice," she stated, though there was no trace of vehemence in her tone. In fact she sounded.. well. Amused.
A scowl. "Why not?" she demanded taking another drink and choking it down. "Bleh, what is this?"
"That's why not," the Sannin stated smugly. True she was a little tipsy herself, but she'd been drinking long before the other woman even touched her glass. So there.
Kakami snorted and poured herself more. "...Ma couldn't hold her alchohol..." she murmured quietly, staring at her drink a moment - as if mezmerized with the liquid.
"No," Jimaiya nodded slowly. She smiled a little. "She was damn funny drunk though."
"Not always." Kakami leaned back in her chair downing more alchohol. "She got drunk a lot after Dad left, y'know?" Kakami looked up at the cieling.
"Maybe she built up her tolerance." The woman mused idly.
Well. Way to kill the mood. "Yeah," the Sannin replied hollowly, pulling her bottle closer. "Maybe."
"You know, this stuff isn't so bad." Kakami's voice was lightly slurred as she picked up the bottle and inspected it. "Once ya get past the burning and all..." she blinked as the waiter put down some food, apologizing for it being so late. Kakami stared at it.
Jimaiya just stared at the woman. "You eat it, Kakami," the older woman stated in amusement.
"Yeah, I know." Kakami sounded annoyed. Then she looked at Jimaiya in confusion. "Did I order that?"
Jimaiya thought about it. "...No. I think I did." She paused. "Maybe." She shrugged then and motioned towards it. "You gonna eat it or not?"
"I dunno." She pause. "I think I'll have another drink before I decide." Kakami tilted the bottle shakily and filled her glass. "It's kinda pretty." She said idly.
"Kinda pretty..," Jimaiya echoed disbelievingly. Oh yeah. Kakami was definitely her mother's daughter. Carefully, she reached over for the other woman's bottle. "I think maybe you've had enough, Kakami."
"No! I want more..." Kakami protested, pouting slightly. " 's not fair! You've got a bottle..."
Okay now it was just getting ridiculous. Jimaiya only hoped the other woman wouldn't remember what happened, lest she be embarrassed for life or something. "Don't make me make you give it to me Kakami," the Sannin said reprovingly, wondering, very briefly, if this is what it felt to actually have kids.
...Ooh, bad sensei flashbacks.
"No. Mine." she pouted a bit more. It would be a good thing she wouldn't remember this. Kakami would have been mortified. As it was, she felt like challenging the other woman a bit.
Probably not a good idea, considering just who the other woman was. Sighing to herself, Jimaiya merely took her hand away, feeling it was probably better to teach the woman a lesson than get into a bar fight. "Fine-- but don't say I didn't warn you."
"Just...one more..." Kakami slurred. It would have been better if she could have held the bottle steady to actually pour it.
Jimaiya couldn't stand it. It just.. well it hurt to look at. Sighin exasperatedly, the Sannin moved her hands through a few signs, effectively and effortlessly putting the jounin-sensei to sleep lest the other woman hurt herself some more. When Kakami slumped against the table, head just barely hitting her glass, Jimaiya stood and put down some bills in payment. She then proceeded to carry the woman out of the bar towards the other's apartment.
Sighing a bit, Jimaiya wondered if she'll never be able to make amends.
"Oh well," she said quietly, as she bent to deposit the other woman into her bed. The point was she tried, right?
...Right.
"Sleep tight," Jimaiya whispered and, after a moment's hesitation, gave a chaste kiss on Kakami's forehead. The Sannin spared her one last look before taking her leave.
Oh well.