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fallen_tsume (fallen_tsume) wrote in fallen_leaves,
@ 2008-02-19 22:18:00

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genma, tsume

Puking Up Is Hard To Do [closed to Tsume and Genma]
Set the evening of Pizza and Morgues

She'd had the nausea under control earlier in the day. She really had. Stopped vomiting in the morgue, managed to eat lunch with Ryouma--eventually--and a few beers had killed the taste of stomach acid. She'd gone hours without barfing up a single bit of spleen.

Then she'd wandered the halls after lunch, scent-checking, and at the end had caught a whiff of the same, sweet candy scent that Kakashi had been oozing (along with other bodily fluids) a day earlier. Tsume had taken pity on the kid and gone downstairs to ask Morimoto for something that might help kill a cold.

He'd given her something all right, and Tsume had dutifully carried it up to Kakashi's room. The punk had barely opened the door for her and she'd shoved the bowl at him, only getting a startled grab and a wisecrack in response.

She figured if he was wisecracking, he couldn't be at death's door. She didn't tell him that he smelled baffled, and what was wrong with people that being given soup when he was sick baffled him?

She didn't mention that, though, because the smell of the soup had brought her nausea back with a vengeance. She made it to her bathroom. The trash was now filled with vomit, because she hadn't made it as far as the toilet.

And there, kneeling in front of her new god, was where she remained for the next twenty minutes.

Kuromaru laid in front of the open apartment door and whined.

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fallen_senbon
2008-02-20 06:22 am UTC (link)

Genma was heading up the stairs in a fairly good mood. His experiments had gone well, he was caught up on his paperwork, he didn't have any bills due, and that cute girl in the place on Camilla Street where he'd gone to buy some new Tea Country Red-Bluff's Gold Leaf had blushed and grinned and looked away, and he'd found she'd given him a little slip of paper with his receipt with her name--Atsuko--and a note that she was off work tomorrow but would be shopping in the vegetable market at noon. If he happened to not be busy then.

So it was a good day.

Somebody, he thought, as he emerged from the stairwell onto the third floor, was having a rather less fabulous one. The first apartment he checked was the one a little further away from he stairwell--Ginta's--but the door was shut and he was pretty sure Ginta was on a mission. No the sounds of misery were definitely coming from the apartment to his immediate right, the one with the big dog hanging anxiously out the door. The Inuzuka's place.

He hadn't met her, but he'd heard a vet from back before Kyuubi had rejoined. At the moment she sounded like she probably wished she hadn't.

"Hey," Genma said to the dog and met his gaze honestly. "Is she okay? I'm a field medic, maybe I can help. Will you let me in?"

No way he was going in without permission, no matter how sick the woman was. He had no wish to be on the receiving end of a mauling by Inuzuka-bred demon dog.

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fallen_tsume
2008-02-20 06:23 am UTC (link)

Kuromaru stood, ears flat back against his head in misery. With his tail curled between his legs, he circled out into the hall and behind the happy-smelling shinobi from BesideRyouma. He put his shoulder to the man's butt and shoved, leaning hard to get him moving inside.

"Make it stop," Kuromaru keened, halting just outside the apartment door. He couldn't go back in there. He might vomit, too. It smelled terrible, and his stomach had only recently settled. He whined and paced, turned several circles, then laid down in the doorway again--blocking the ninja inside--and buried his nose under both paws.