She’d needed a nap after the appointment with the chakra specialists. Just— half an hour. Half an hour to close her eyes and rest, and forget about the medics with their grave eyes and gloved hands and their diagrams, their careful illustrations of how she was falling apart from the inside.

Half an hour had turned into an hour, and then a few hours after that, and the next thing Katsuko knew she was being yelled at by Uchiha cops and kidnapped by one of her mission partners.

“Huh,” Katsuko said, and stared blearily around, yawning. “Whaddya know. Another roof.”

"Have you been drinking? Or taking anything?" Genma moved to the side and put a hand on her shoulder, ready to steady her or jump out of the way of any translocation-induced puking.

“Why do people keep on asking me that?” Katsuko sighed and hauled the hem of her shirt up, scratching at a persistent itch on her ribs that had been bothering her all day. “I’m fine, I was just taking a nap. How’re you doin’?”

"Fine,” Genma said, slowly. "You wanna sit down?" He gestured to a spot behind them and moved his hand to grip her upper arm, steadying her even further. "You always nap on the bank roof?"

“Ah,” Katsuko said. “Maybe not that particular bank.” She hadn’t noticed, to be honest. Any roof would have done, and that one was nice and flat and didn’t stink like the hospital. She smiled benignly up at Genma. “Roofs in general are nice for taking naps on. Sunny, warm— ‘til it gets dark, that is. What time is it?”

Genma looked at her, eyebrows raised. "A little before midnight,” he said, and tugged her down to sit beside him. “You went to sleep on the bank roof when the sun was still up?"

Katsuko flopped onto her back and crossed her arms behind her head, sighing. “Yeah,” she said. “I’m tired a lot of the time, now. Guess I really need my beauty sleep.”

He leaned in. "Tired a lot? You okay? You're not anemic, are you?"

“Hi, Genma,” Katsuko said, dryly. “Nice to see you again. How are you doing, Genma? I’m doing okay. How was your day, Genma? My day was great, thanks for asking.”

Genma laughed and rocked back. "Raidou calls me 'mother medic' when I do that," he said, stretching out his legs and opening up the sack he’d been carrying slung over one wrist. "I got rice balls, want one?"

“Food,” Katsuko said, and held out a hand in imperious command. Her stomach rumbled, loudly, and she grimaced. “Haven’t eaten since this morning. Gotta work on that.”

He dropped a rice ball into her outstretched palm and gave her a look. "Don't you get hungry?"

She closed her eyes. “Always,” she said. “My chakra burns up food as soon as I eat it, practically.”

He dug out another rice ball and handed it to her. "That sucks. Is that why you're so tired? Or did you really want me to stop asking you about that?"

Katsuko shoved a rice ball in her mouth instead of answering, chewing noisily with her mouth open as she made a face at him. “Mother medic,” she accused.

He sighed and lowered himself onto his back beside her. "Fine. Have it your way. I ought to at least get a thank-you for keeping you from getting an official MP write up."

“S’ank oo,” Katsuko managed, through a mouthful of rice. She swallowed and added, “Coulda outrun ‘em, though. Once I woke up all the way.”

"Yeah,” Genma said. “Except they'd have Sharinganed your ass before you knew what hit you. I woke up in the police station once with an ice pack between my legs and a hell of a headache."

Katsuko choked on her rice ball.