| [Feb. 12th, 2010|07:29 pm] |
"Genma-san?" Kumoto's voice. "Genma-san, wake up." Genma held utterly still. It was a dream, he told himself. A nightmare. If he waited, it would go away. Or maybe he could make the voice into something else. That's what you were supposed to do when you woke up in a nightmare, right? Take control of it; make it something pleasant. Who would he want to hear calling him? Yanagi. Yanagi would be good. Yanagi waking him up for a blow job. Yes...
"Genma-san, open your eyes. Can you hear me? You need to wake up now."
It wasn't Yanagi. Not Yanagi's voice. Not the name Yanagi would call him. And his hands hurt. Someone had once told Genma that you were never aware of your own hands in a dream, but ever since that mission to Earth Country that had been a lie, at least for Genma. That was the past, he told himself. The past, and this was a dream.
"Genma-san?" right in his ear, a voice he trembled to hear. "Give him a little push," more distantly.
It was a bad dream...
Metal-salt taste washed over the back of his tongue. His heart raced, and his eyes flew open to blinding white light. He gasped and shuddered, trying to bolt upright. Canvas and leather bound him; hands pressed against his chest, held his head.
He hurt in every muscle. In his feet, in his hands. In his head. Echoing pain like a violent thunderclap reverberated in his skull from deep within and made him want to scream.
Iwa has you. That's Kumoto's voice. You think you got rescued two years ago, terror whispered, but you never did.
"Back with us?" Kumoto asked, his mild face appearing in Genma's vision, blotting out the dazzling light. "We repaired the damage to your chakra coils. Can you feel this?" Someone thrust a dagger through Genma's shoulder. Genma bit down on a scream. "It's just a little pressure, that shouldn't have hurt. Did that hurt?"
The important thing to remember, Genma told himself, was not to say anything. Tears welled in his eyes when the dagger was twisted.
"That looks like it hurts. Koto, can you go ahead and push the chakra blocker back in, and some morphine? It looks like we have more work to do on our friend Genma-san."
Nothingness washed back over Genma like an ocean swell in a raging typhoon capsizing tiny fishing boats. As he went under, he hoped that Seijuro was still holding on, resisting interrogation. Or was it Kakashi? Wait, was it Kakashi? But the undertow caught him, and he was gone. |
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