| Throwing a Bone. [Closed to Raidou and Tsume] |
[Jan. 21st, 2009|01:30 am] |
[Takes place two days after Equilibrium and Could You Bite the Hand.]
It was amazing, really, what ANBU could get away with. Raidou had punched a cop in the face, Genma had broken an Uchiha collarbone, and both of them had come away with nothing more than an official reprimand, three months of docked pay, and an amused look from Arisa, Genma's Intel friend, who'd come to bail them out.
Whatever complaints you could make about Intel, they sure managed to make criminal charges vanish fast. Raidou wasn't quite sure he wanted to know how--or why. Being grateful was about all he had the energy to manage, what with the hangover, and most of that was directed at Genma.
Sometime in the evening after their release, Raidou found his backbone, quenched his lingering desire to duck and run, and sat through three-quarters of a healing. The fact that Genma performed the honours with a quick smile, careful hands, and a whole lot of patience, made it more of a trial than actual torture. But Raidou still planned to stay far away from anymore damn claws.
( Well, right after he found Tsume and sorted things out. ) |
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| Connect the Dots [closed to Haruichi and Tsume] |
[Jan. 21st, 2009|01:32 pm] |
[Takes place on March 12, eight days after the humans were released from the hospital and Ordinary Miracles, one day after Throwing a Bone.]
It was a relief to know that, soon, they'd have their chakra links back. Going without had been an exercise in weakness, highlighted by her spar with Raidou.
But the doctors had pronounced them tentatively rot-free, and ready for their chakra links to be rebuilt. Everything was finally spinning to a close, and Tsume couldn't begin to describe the relief. Waki had even said that her face would start healing faster, with her chakra pathways repaired and her energy flowing properly again.
The hospital was just as odor-ridden as always, and she breathed shallowly through her mouth while Kuromaru grumbled about alcohol and disease.
"...and if I get ear mites," he continued under his breath.
"You're not going to get ear mites in a hospital," Tsume shot back, sliding a grin down at him. "You just got out of the hospital, and they didn't leave you with ear mites the first time." Three people scooted out of their path, the patient wide-eyed, and they took the stairs up. Up into the rooms for chakra and seals, and Tsume glanced down at her scroll to check the number before heading down the hall.
Their footsteps echoed, but at least here it didn't smell so horrid. It smelled like... like...
( She knew that scent. Nonexistent hackles rose. ) |
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| Say it Right |
[Jan. 21st, 2009|08:09 pm] |
Once his head stopped ringing, Ryuichi would conclude that the spar had been quite enjoyable. Katsuko (he'd forgotten her surname already, but that could be attributed to the fact that she'd hit him square in the face at least once) was a jounin. She'd also agreed to practice with weapons, too, and hadn't required convincing to do so. Most of the jounin Ryuichi knew were either psychopathic or full of themselves. Arrogance came with skill, and jounin had that by default. Insanity usually came with the rank, too, but few shinobi were all there in the head. Came with the job. Sanity hindered things.
Civilians were slow, whereas shinobi were fast. The wording was simple. The meaning, not so much, but it all worked out at the end of the day.
"That was fun," he said, staring at the ceiling and waiting for his head to stop spinning. There were a few lines on it that had come from something bladed. How they'd gotten on the ceiling itself was a question without an answer. Maybe he'd get bored enough to pursue it, but probably not. Ryuichi didn't get that bored often, unless he got hurt enough that active-duty was something he thought about wistfully, and he'd been lucky the past few weeks. Nothing major enough to make the medics notice. "And I'm fine. Really."
( He wasn't lying ) |
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