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When the Reckoning Arrives [Sep. 20th, 2013|06:25 pm]
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[User Picture]From: [info]namiashi_raidou
2013-09-20 11:20 pm (UTC)

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Kakashi twitched, startled, but didn’t chakra-flick away or break Raidou’s wrist, so that was progress. Raidou pressed acid-burned fingertips to the younger man’s forehead, right above the closed Sharingan eye. Skin-to-skin, it was much easier to get an idea of what Kakashi’s chakra was doing.

It wasn’t as bad as he’d through. Kakashi was down to reserves and soldier pills, but he was still a lot better than Ryouma.

“How many pills have you taken?” Raidou asked.

Kakashi pulled back. “Two.”

“In what timeframe?”

“Half an hour, maybe.”

That wasn’t too bad. “Can you make it back to the civilian village on your own feet?”

Beneath the thin black mask, Kakashi’s mouth opened.

“Don’t lie to me,” Raidou added, with the spine-straightening voice he’d learned from his mothers, who were both teachers and could spot deception blindfolded.

Kakashi closed his mouth, scowled, and opened it again. “I can make it.”

“All right, then.” Raidou gave him the mask back. “Let me take a look at your injuries.”

Tending Kakashi was a lot like trying to bandage a wet cat: awkward, squirmy, and filled with the knowledge that, at any moment, there could be claws. Or a tanto. But Raidou managed to clean bloodied skin and apply bandages where they were needed. He even strapped that paralysed arm into an easily-removed sling, to keep it out of the way.

Before he was even finished, Kakashi had the ANBU mask back on. “You should put some burn cream on your eyes, captain,” he said. “Before they get any worse.”

Wise-ass.

“That was the next thing on my list,” Raidou said, which was mostly true. It’d been somewhere on the list. He didn’t have burn cream in his kit, but Genma did, and didn’t mind giving it up. On the basis of being a good example, Raidou smeared it everywhere that ached, and stowed the remainder back.

The first set of clones returned shortly, carrying long, neatly trimmed branches between them. They were almost immediately followed by the group with the civilians, who were pale and rain-soaked, but didn’t seem to be in any worse shape than they’d been previously.

Two stretchers, Raidou realized, feeling like an idiot. They needed two.

Fortunately, the clones had brought enough branches for both, and Kakashi had a second tent sealed in a scroll. It took less than five minutes to get two decent stretchers assembled. The paralyzed civilians were easily tucked into one, bundled beneath cloaks and dosed with water and half a chakra pill each, to offset the demon drain. With the other stretcher waiting, Raidou went to Katsuko, who was ruffled and unhappy without the tent to shield her from the rain.

“Time to walk, Ueno,” Raidou told her. “Think you can manage, or do you need to ride?”

She gave him a look that suggested nothing was right with her world, and she thought it was his fault. “I can walk, taichou. But I’d prefer to be carried by servants.”

Raidou grinned and held a hand out to her. “In your next life, maybe.”

She grabbed his wrist, letting him grab hers back and haul her up. Then she startled him by sagging against his chestplate for a moment, shoulders hunching, head ducked down. Was she that tired?

Or had she been that worried for him, when the queen had nearly blinded him?