| [Feb. 1st, 2009|12:45 am] |
"Funny how? You gonna puke or break out in hives or anything? How the hell much smoke did you inhale, you sound like shit. That anti-cough jutsu wearing off?" Genma withdrew the glucose and recapped it. He could feel Hayate's pulse, rapid but strong, bounding in his neck. See color in his cheeks. If this was shock, it was a strange kind of shock.
"I'm serious here. I'm trusting you. We're gonna have to run like hell as soon as I finish patching you up." Sounds from outside drifted in. Bells and horns, and running feet. Shouting voices as people ran to the conflagration the ninja had left behind. "They're gonna find those bodies and all those damn shuriken, and be looking for ninja. I want to be far the fuck away before they clue in they should be looking for us." |
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