| Carry Me Home [closed to Katsuko, Tsume and Kuromaru] | [Apr. 27th, 2009|04:49 pm] |
[Takes place March 23, two days after Keep You Safe, and the day after Wild Dog in a Nest of Vipers]
"Are we done yet?" Kuromaru whined, rolling over onto his back and kicking all four legs in the air. He had a terrible headache, and his mouth felt cottony from drinking the night before with Ginta. He turned his head and tried to lick the dirt to see if that would help, but it didn't.
And on top of that, he still hadn't had a chance to talk to Ryouma about Morino. Ooooh, Ryouma was going to kick butt when he found out that Morino had been picking on them...
"We are not done ye--what are you rolling in?"
Kuromaru sighed and flopped to his side, craning his head to look mournfully at Tsume. "Nothing." It had been a week since Haruichi had stitched their pathways closed (again), and both he and Tsume had felt it over the last few days as, achingly slowly, some of the peripheral stitches began to dissolve, just like the Hyuuga had said they would. It was wonderful to be sharing chakra again, even if it was moving very slowly, and through limited pathways.
It was boring as nipping fleas to be hanging around while Tsume practiced the genin-level jutsu she'd been cleared for, though. He eyed her upside down as she took a breath and began to channel chakra for Shikyaku no Jutsu.
Her claws and teeth extended, her appearance going slightly more feral as it mimicked the changes inside her.
It was boring. Kuormaru rolled to his feet while she was distracted and headed off, idly snuffling the ground.
The breeze brought him a new-old scent. He'd smelled it over the last few weeks, on Ryouma's side of the floor. He'd gotten used to her smell in his nightly rounds, mentally tallying her in with his ANBU pack as another member to protect, and was even pretty sure he'd marked her monthly cycle. Human women were so obvious about coming into heat. He didn't know why human men didn't get mounted a lot more often, with that sort of clue.
It took no training at all to follow her scent into the forest, right up into a tree.
She was sleeping high above, safe from most training spars. He tipped his head to see her from his only eye, keeping his already muted chakra quiet. Then, carefully channeling the faint ebb of power into his paws, he walked up the side of the trunk.
It was so much easier to get a reading on health and well being when you had the person, not just the smell coming from under their door. He stood at her feet and stretched forward to get a good whiff of her crotch. She was sleeping! She wouldn't mind. |
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