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Looking back at sunsets on the Eastside, we lost track of the time

Feb 23, 2010 21:05

WHO: J.Kelly, S.Uchiha
WHERE: Outside Jack's apartment
DATE: 2/23
SUMMARY: Fighting, cooking, a quick Q&A.
STATUS:Closed, incomplete
( Dreams aren't what they used to be; some things slide by so carelessly )

sasuke uchiha, jack kelly

Comments 51

revengeisbitter February 24 2010, 02:42:52 UTC

The encounter with Gin had left me rattled to my core, like I'd been stripped down to something soft and weak; for the first time since I discovered I could fight, I felt--unsure, of myself and of my abilities, as if I'd miscalculated somehow. That was why when it came time for martial arts class, I pushed myself to my absolute limit, in a frenzy to reassure myself of my own strength--and, subsequently, why the walk to Jack's apartment took me longer than it usually did (I kept pausing, looking over my shoulder, as if he'd materialize from the shadows again ( ... )

cowboy_newsie February 24 2010, 02:49:21 UTC

I made a face and mimed tripping over the railing, mostly to see if I could scare Sasuke a little. But honestly, I was more interested in seeing him, not toying with him, and so it was only a few seconds after he'd called out that I was down on the street, grinning at him, shivering a little in the slight breeze that'd picked up.

"You coulda at least said please," I replied cheerily, my spirits soaring just a little to see him. God, I'd missed him. And yeah, sure, there was still that nervousness deep in my stomach, that twisting fear that something important was going to happen tonight, but it'd been pushed down by simple and pure joy. No matter what happened tonight, I was just happy to've seen him. I think it was sort of coming across, too-- I was acting a lot goofier than normal, and maybe it was kind of annoying, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to make him smile, laugh, make him happy he'd swung by.

"Oh, hey, so'd you talk to Jenny or Jane or whatever her name was?" I asked, a wide grin crossing my face as I remembered.

revengeisbitter February 24 2010, 03:47:48 UTC

That little-- He made me jump, damn him, by pretending to trip like that, and I scowled for all but ten seconds as he made his way down the steps to the yard. Then something akin to a smile plucked the corners of my lips, that contagious fucking energy creeping under my skin again. My heart performed its usual back flip, landing somewhere at the base of my throat as I looked up at him.

"Not yet," I replied haughtily. "I told you, I'm standing my ground until she shows her face. I don't back down easily, you know that."

My eyes flickered toward his arm for a split second; I wondered how the wound looked now, whether the stitches had been removed. Despite the knots in my nerves, I was glad to see him--and relieved that he looked just as glad to see me.

cowboy_newsie February 24 2010, 04:03:07 UTC

"Suit yourself, but you'll be waitin' for a lon' time if you do. It's your move now," I advised sagely, seasoned and wise in the ways of women, ignoring the fact I was probably less than a year older than him.

I noticed the way his eyes darted to my arm and so waved it easily, ignoring the slight sting of pain. It was pretty much healed, entirely mobile, and I knew there'd been nothing to really worry about there. It'd just been a cut, after all. "It's fine," I said, shoving my hands back into my pockets. "I been usin' it for a while, it's fine."

Another soft breeze picked up and I shivered, eying Sasuke's coat a tad jealously. I jerked my head back towards the fire escape, up to where my window was still open. "Come on, let's go inside."

revengeisbitter February 24 2010, 04:25:40 UTC

I nodded; if we were going to be doing any fighting, it was going to be after we had some food in our stomachs. A noncommittal shrug was my response to the advice about women--honestly, I had no interest in pursuing her or exacerbating the situation, though Jack did know quite a bit more on the subject than I did.

"Maybe I will tomorrow," I muttered, following him back up the steps toward his open window. "Though if she tries to attack my tonsils like what happened to you, I might throw up on her."

We emerged into Jack's apartment and my insides did another collective somersault. Just a few rooms over, not too long ago, we'd--it had happened. The memory was still vivid, like so many others in my mind, and when I looked back at him, my cheeks felt warm. "What are you cooking tonight?"