| [Feb. 9th, 2008|12:44 pm] |
Good question, thought Raidou, after a moment to take in the fact they'd all apparently gotten out alive. Mostly I seem to have lost my mind. He turned to give Genma a look, expression shocked enough to be completely blank. "Tell me I didn't just say that to Arakaki?"
Forget Haruichi selling his organs on the black market, Arakaki would have him too busy running cannon-fodder missions for the Hyuuga to get near him. Or rookie missions. Raidou winced. He hated running rookie missions; they always went belly up in some spectacular fashion.
Speaking of which...
Raidou let go of Haruichi's wrists and pushed himself to one side, turning his pin to a crouch as he kneeled next to the medic-turned-punching-bag. The spar hadn't lasted particularly long, but Haruichi had taken some fairly decent hits -- mostly from the wall and the floor, but at least two from Raidou's own fists. Only Arakaki knew how many blows he'd scored, Raidou rather doubted Haruichi had been taking the time to count.
Well, unless he had plans to find some way to make a return on each hit, but that spoke of a serious death wish even Haruichi probably didn't have.
Come over here and say that you giraffe-limbed bastard!
Probably.
Raidou put a hand on the medic's shoulder and turned him neatly on his back. The fact that he was still conscious made for a good start, though Hyuuga eyes made it a serious problem if you wanted to check pupil dilation. Raidou weighed the chances of Haruichi being concussed and decided they were fairly positive.
Definitely going to the special hell.
"You still with us, kid?" Raidou asked, as he ran a quick hand down each of Haruichi's limbs, looking him over for broken bones. |
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