| [Nov. 14th, 2011|07:12 am] |
When Kakashi’s fingers brushed Ginta’s injured cheek, Ginta flinched hard away, gasping and rigid with pain. Kakashi yanked his hand back with a groan. He gripped Ginta’s arm. “What? What?” His voice was tight with alarm.
“Face... hurt,” Ginta managed between sharp, shallow breaths. “You can move?”
Kakashi groaned an agreement. “What happened?”
“I think your fire jutsu set off a trap. The whole bunker came down on us. Your head... You’ve been out for... gods... hours.” Hours in which they’d both grown cold and stiff, and every cut and bruise had had time to tighten and swell.
Baiji whined a worried sound, and Ginta felt Kakashi’s shoulders tense.
“Dogs are okay. Pakkun’s gone to get help,” Ginta told him, but Kakashi didn’t relax.
“I know you hurt. You got hit in the head. I couldn’t give you any painkillers while you were out. Didn’t want... didn’t want...” The words broke in Ginta’s teeth.
Kakashi’s head turned a bare degree, lifting, questioning.
“I tried to translocate us out. Get you out of here. Get you home. Place caved in worse. Anti-translocation seals on the stones. You wouldn’t wake up. Gods, Kakashi.” Ginta’s teeth were chattering with released terror and renewed pain. “I didn’t want to give you morphine and feel you stop breathing.”
Kakashi’s hand tightened hard on Ginta’s arm, and he relaxed enough to rest his head against Ginta’s shoulder again. “Never died yet,” he said, sounding flat and weary when he should have sounded ironic and wry. He took a breath, sniffed, like he was catching a scent he didn’t like, and twitched his head up towards Ginta. “Where’s Pakkun?”
“Gone to get help,” Ginta repeated, feeling the icy grip of dread rising. Some memory loss was common with a head injury, right? Hell, he was a little hazy feeling and losing time himself, definitely queasy the way a mild concussion could leave you. The question was degree, but Kakashi had been unconscious for so long — that was never a good sign.
“What do you remember?” he asked carefully. “Do you remember anything?”
Kakashi groaned and shifted his weight, struggling to sit more upright in the cramped space. "Running. And hunting,” he said. “You said — a bunker? Where the hell are we?" Alarm sharpened his voice. "Was it an attack?"
Kakashi didn’t remember. Ginta wasn’t sure whether it was a curse or a blessing.
“We’re in the bunker Ryouma’s Team Badass used to operate out of, back when he was stationed up here. It looks like they trapped it all to hell when they decommissioned it, and we were idiots and got caught in their trap.” His words came out muffled and indistinct, broken like the bones in his nose and cheek. Before Kakashi could ask, he added, “There was no sign of him. I’m sorry.” |
|