| [Jun. 13th, 2009|06:02 pm] |
If the choice had been Raidou's, he would have lain still and watched Genma for the rest of his life. It was all he needed, in this moment of fragile peace. All he wanted.
But he wouldn't have been much of a ninja if he hadn't picked up on the quiet, watchful presence tucked away in the corner. Even through the haze of drugs--through the sheer relief at that brief flicker of awareness in amber-brown eyes--he felt the old, familiar itch scratch down his spine. The one that said: you're being watched.
He was too damn exhausted to tense up.
Genma's pulse beat slowly beneath his fingertips, measuring out steady beats of not-quite-sleep. His eyes were closed, now. Mouth relaxed and curiously vulnerable without the sharp guard of a senbon clenched between his teeth.
Right here, Rai.
Carefully, Raidou's thumb brushed the corner of cracked lips. Then he twisted, rolling onto his back with the aching slowness of a man who doesn't quite trust his body not to turn around and stab him. It only took one glance to confirm their voyeur was probably supposed to be there. Paperwork, carefully neutral expression covering a lingering tension, and a Hyuuga to boot--Raidou would have bet his entire paycheck the kid was Intel. Maybe T & I, but he didn't have the slightly haunted look that came with that particular gig.
Unless he was a sadist. But if the hospital were letting pain-lovers in to stare at their healing vets, Raidou was seriously over-estimating their basic level of intelligence.
"Want to take a picture?" he croaked, hand never leaving Genma's throat. "Lasts longer." |
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