| [Aug. 31st, 2008|08:25 pm] |
Tsume opened her mouth to defend Ryouma--hotly--and then paused. They hadn't been debriefed, and she didn't know how much would be kept under wraps. She rattled her fingers over the wheelchair arms, scratching her nails across plastic and feeling the vibration up into her knuckles.
"They saw how his jutsu worked," she said finally. "Decided the perfect way to stop him was to fling me at him." She paused again, playing through what had really happened--Kuromaru's leap, the rot spreading anyway, Ryouma's torture.
"Kuromaru," she said slowly, choosing her words with care and finding it difficult to do so past the drug haze, "tried to catch me. He's..." listening to him scream as Ryouma cut off his ear and cauterized it "...worse." She didn't explain about the chakra lines. It was too much information for someone who didn't need to know, who wasn't Inuzuka.
This was why they kept the lines under wraps. If people knew how to use them--
Not too far away, there was a splash. Tsume winced.
The torture wasn't hers to tell. Whether or not Ryouma chose to was for him to decide. Her nails scratched against plastic again. "From there it just got worse." Her smile was humorless. "You know how teeth snapping missions go. One thing leads to another... leads to another... leads to a rescue..." |
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