| [May. 4th, 2009|05:00 pm] |
When Genma opened his eyes he expected to see the blank, expressionless masks of Iwa interrogators. Blood pooled from his hand, from the torn thumbnail. Raidou implored him with his eyes, with agony written on his bandaged face...
That wasn't right.
Sago's pliers bit into the meat of his hand, twisting and tearing. Chakra ripped through small bones, shattering the forth metacarpal. Plier teeth tore a tag of skin and flesh away, exposing twitching tendons.
Genma couldn't scream any more. His throat was too raw and swollen, his brain too desperate for air. He wondered where Taisei was. Taisei was supposed to be counting. Voices above his head made no sense. Where was the woman interrogator with her honey-sweet tone and her evil words?
He forced his eyes open again. Raidou was still there, shouting at him.
Up, up, he had to get up. This wasn't right. Maybe it was a nightmare. Maybe it didn't matter. Raidou was there, and hurt. He needed him. Genma threw himself backwards and was instantly pinned again.
"Going somewhere, cupcake?"
He knew that voice. A man's voice, not the woman... A man with a weaselly face.
Sago put down his pliers, and picked up a shapely mallet. "I expect you know how this is used," he said, and for the first time, Genma saw him smile.
Sago. Mist ninja.
He remembered a glowing rake, electric shocks. Raidou was shouting...
Someone was asking a question about Yukaho...
Sago swung the mallet gently, resting it against Genma's wrist as if it were a light caress. Chakra shuddered through it, cracking bones like glass.
He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't take it. He'd break, or Raidou would break...
"Wait..." His voice was tiny, barely a whisper.
He mouthed words.
Weasel looked up at Sago, who stepped back and let his subordinate in.
"She was..." Genma let his voice trail off. Waited until Weasel's ugly face was inches from his own.
He bit down sharply, surging chakra into his jaw to break the false tooth and aerosolize the poison. Blew it into Weasel's face. The man gasped and fell back, clutching at his throat.
"My friend," Genma finished. She was my friend. |
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