| [Jun. 13th, 2009|06:27 pm] |
We get home--there's a movie I wanna go see--with you. Horror flick. Think it's based on--Orochimaru. Guy resurrects dinosaurs.
A picture perfect memory of a half-throttled promise and Raidou was back in chains, watching Genma watch him. Hearing his friend force out plans for the future because giving up now was less of an option than dropping dead. Seeing Genma take a blood-cracked breath, before he'd ordered Raidou to stand.
It was like the edge a flashback--might have been the real thing if he'd had the energy. But it washed away like a greasy film, rolling off broken-burned shoulders, and left the landscape unchanged. His heart monitor fluttered, once, then settled back down. Scarred, crooked fingers barely caught around the bedrail. Raidou focused on them.
He'd been strong then. He could be strong now.
I'm taking you out for beers and that movie.
And later, when Genma could walk and Raidou could look at another person without seeing threat, he'd relax. Breathe again. Might even let Genma be the strong one, just for five minutes.
Moving carefully, he offered his right wrist back to Genma's hand, wary of his own cracked shoulderblade. Warier still of jostling older, long-healed breaks in those reaching fingers.
"Beer and dinosaurs," he said hoarsely. "I'm holding you to that. And don't worry about the Intel punk; he hasn't done anything worse than make me want to kick his ass a few times around the Hokage's palace." |
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