| Kunoichi and Bastards. [Asuma & Tsume] |
[Jun. 26th, 2009|09:29 pm] |
[Takes places directly after Pirates and Ninja]
There were only so many ways you could swim back to consciousness in thirty-six hours before it became something like routine. This time, Asuma woke with a soft little gasp that was barely more than a deeper inhale, and felt his fingers twitch. He didn't open his eyes. Some wary, uncertain part of him wanted caution. Wanted to know what the hell had happened before all that black...
"You awake, old man?"
It was a surreal experience to hear your own voice twisted into humour and something that wasn't quite worry.
"Unhg?" Asuma managed, and slit one eyelid open. He was lying belly-down on a broad table, unwounded cheek pressed against wooden planks that were just a mite too sticky for his personal taste. He winced.
( Directly in his blurry line of sight, his own face grinned back at him. ) |
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