| [Jun. 14th, 2009|07:29 pm] |
One of her eyebrows twitched. "Sure thing, honeylamb." She focused on the energy moving under her fingertips, trying to divine every little twitch it made.
Which, of course, wasn't really possible. Even if it were possible, it wasn't completely useful; chakra he pulled from his main pathways she had to gather from elsewhere, changing the way it would feel in her own body. What he could get from one main point she had to shuttle around for, and on top of that, her pathways were stretched thin. At least she was used to translating how normal people worked with chakra into how it would look in an Inuzuka. That, she did without conscious thought.
When he wrapped his hands around her wrists, his thumbs overlapping his fingers, she hesitated. He'd been kind enough to keep his grip well beneath the faint chafing from the ropes, but it was still unnerving to have anyone holding onto her.
It tingled when he extended his chakra to feel hers. Half a beat later, the blood drained from his face, and he swallowed several times.
Concussions, Tsume remembered, made people nauseous. Like biting into aluminum foil Raidou had said about her coils. They were better now, with significantly less scarring, but by no means healed.
"Medical leave," she reminded him dryly. "Don't vomit on me." And she kept going.
She practiced until there was a dull throbbing behind her eyes. They stopped to rest, and Asuma sat watch while she slept for another twenty minutes, letting her chakra replenish as much as she could. When she woke, they did it again.
It was black out by that time. The moon turned even Asuma's tan a pale cream, the bruising looking like something from a horror story. Every line of bandaging was a white gleam in the shadows.
He still looked like a force to be reckoned with. More so, with his broad shoulders and heavily muscled torso. It made her feel a little bit better about this whole blood-ticked plan. |
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