... Oh. You again. //English, private//

"Don't..." Minato whimpered, feeling utterly disgusted with himself. "You.. how can you act like this is.. all okay?"

"... Because it feels so..." he let a hand rest of Minato's chest, "... Perfect." he muttered.

"Uhuh. D'ya think your fuckin' GIRLFRIEND will agree that it's PERFECT to fuck other guys behind her back??!"

"Things are slightly... Complicated." he muttered. "She doesn't need to know."

"So I'm your consolation fuck?" Minato snorted. "Fuck.." he muttered in disgust, trailing a hand through the sperm on his abs.

"You're not." he pressed him up against the wall again. "I've been wanting you since shortly after Kushina introduced us."

"Get the fuck away from me!" Minato cried out, and punched Kakashi in the face, hard.

A grunt of pain as he took up a hand to cover part of his face, and he stumbled, nearly fell, but supported himself against the wall in time, slowly removing his hand from his face, and, seeing blood, he knew perfectly well exactly where Minato'd hit him. His nose was bleeding rather profusely.

Minato lifted a hand as if to help him, then started "So-" but he wasn't. "Just - just stay away from me 'n 'Shina," he choked.

Well, he never heard - this was one of the very few downsides he had to his training - he couldn't stand seeing his own blood, he always... Yup, he fainted shortly after turning white as a sheet while staring at his bloody hand.

"What the fuck??!" Minato swore out loud.
He... he could just get the fuck out of there and..
No. He couldn't. With a sigh, he knelt and slapped Kakashi's cheek. "C'mon, man. Wake up.."

Well, one slap didn't seem to do it.

"Aw, shit..."
Minato wasn't very good at first aid, but he figured that lying naked and passed out on a cold tile floor wouldn't do Kakashi much good. So he got a hold under the guy's arms and, with a grunt, started to pull him into the locker room.

A minute or two later, a small groan indicated he was getting conscious again.

By then, Minato had started washing off the blood with his towel, and thrown another over Kakashi.

When he finaly came to his senses, he was breathing just a little heavily, feeling the remainder of the cold sweat he always got with... This.

".. Sorry." it was rather weak.

"*S fine." Minato was cleaning off his face all business-like, his tone stiffly polite.

"Can't... My own blood..." he weakly explained.

"It's not a problem." The fainting wasn't. Everything else was. "Plenty of people feel like that."

A weak nod and he bit his lip slightly, closing his eyes and saying no more, just concentrating on breathing slowly, evenly, letting his body and mind calm down again.

As long as the guy shut up and was wounded, he was manageable, and the piercings kinda suited OH SHUT UP... Minato cleaned the rest of the blood off Kakashi's face. "Did I break it?" he asked coldly.

"Doesn't feel like it." he sighed.

"You might wanna go get it checked out." The same completely indifferent tone.

"Yeah, yeah." he muttered, then sighed again. "... Sorry." he then said, this time not for fainting.

"Just stay away from us."