| [Feb. 21st, 2010|04:49 am] |
Genma supposed sharing what strength they had between them included sharing this. Kakashi could laugh like he was crying for the both of them, for a few minutes, and Genma could just hang on and shake right along with Kakashi. Breathe just as raggedly. Grip just as tightly.
And then Kakashi found his core again. A ninja core, as solid and enduring as the iron core of a meteorite. As sharp as a blade forged from that iron. His breathing steadied, his shaking eased. Genma let the code Kakashi tapped sink into his skin like a healing balm.
We need water. Food. Sleep, Genma tapped back. If rescue is coming, we wait for them. And if it wasn't? The shudders crawled back up Genma's spine, sickening his empty stomach. But if it wasn't, they needed to rest even more urgently, to recover chakra and strength. To have something left with which to endure.
Iwa was watching. If he and Kakashi were silent for too long, their captors might guess at the coded messages being passed. Maybe separate them again. Go with me, he tapped to Kakashi. As he tapped he raised his head and looked for a camera--none obvious but that meant nothing--and then stared at the brushed-metal toilet. "I was pretty sure," he rasped in as loud a voice as he could muster and still sound conversational, "that the new treaty specified prisoners would be kept humanely. With access to clean water for drinking and bathing. Also fed. Have they fed you?" |
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