| [May. 4th, 2009|05:18 pm] |
Raidou's list-making got Genma's brain jump-started again. Find their gear. Find his med kit. Find any med kit. They needed blood pills, soldier pills, painkillers as Raidou had said--strong enough ones that they could run. Maybe with enough chakra Genma could summon a rat for help.
He limped beside Raidou, coughing weakly--a chuffing sound in his throat--and spat more blood-streaked black slime. "Hate that stuff," he said. "Nasty."
Raidou was still making those dreadful, quiet groans. Burns, Genma knew, were the worst injuries. Damaged the most nerves. Caused the most suffering.
He wanted Sago to burn alive.
He wanted to cast a numbing jutsu over Raidou's skin, but with only one hand it was impossible.
He tried very, very hard not to think about his hand. About fractures grating with every step he took. About chakra pathways disrupted, and nerves trapped in the collapsed channels that had once run between crushed bones.
Raidou stopped at a fork in the path. The main tunnel curved up to the right; a branch bore off to the left.
"Up," Genma said. "Down is latrines." So strange to remember the blueprint for these bunkers. But they were all alike. He'd spent months in them, between sorties and messenger missions. He'd seen at least twenty of them, all built to similar, though not identical standards.
Memory served, though. At the top of the upper tunnel, they found a room with cots built into the walls, a rudimentary kitchen. And piles of gear, including two bone and black ANBU uniforms, besmeared with dried, bloody mud. |
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