It happened like this: Tang and i were sparring. I'll not pretend i was good, coz i wasn't - Tang is now aeons ahead of me in technique and was ignoring all my combos. Threw me twice with Tai-otoshis. I was pissed, so he decided to use a different attack for the third - a low seoinage that had to be forced to break my defence.
I heard Vincent uttering, "Don't force ...."
The world spun around me and i realised horribly that the throw was too vertical. I landed, perfectly fine - but the only problem was the Tang was flying too and his shoulder - bearing his body's 55 kilograms of force - smashed into my face. The only thing i could do before he hit was to close my eyes.
I saw stars.
When i opened my eyes again it felt weird, and Chong's face was inches above mine. "Wow." he said, "Kakashi ..."
A sharingan popped into my minds' eye, followed by images of scars and Chidori. I know - irrelevant. Tang appeared on my right (i was lying down, looking up at the ceiling) and he said "Shit, scratched ... Sorry ..."
Seconds later Hong Eng appeared, said something about Captain Jack Sparrow and went off, looking for her camera phone.
She took a picture and handed it to me, allowing to see for myself what it looked like.
It looked a lot better than i felt. Anderson handed me an icepack and i lay sprawled on the Tatami mats, with everybody joking around me ("What would his mom say - you deface him like that?" and "See lah - force a throw again ..."
Hmm.
Desmond tried to mimic the scene in which Obito gives Kakashi his sharingan. I threw him with an Osotogari, and we both fell to the ground laughing.
I don't think Desmond's eye is any special, anyway.
PS: Apart from me stumbling through my grade 6 paino exams on Friday (10.11am) and the Sarawak Club burning down, my week has been quite uneventful. I think. Show's you how dangerous being a teenager really is.
