| [Nov. 14th, 2011|07:24 am] |
“Are you okay?” Ginta asked just as sharply. He wedged the glo-stick into a crevice in the broken concrete next to him and twisted again to try to get at his hip pouch. It felt like he was half a step away from having dislocated something in his shoulder, but he was pretty sure everything was still where it belonged, just bruised and strained and stiff enough it took all his will to confine himself to a hissed half-curse instead of whimpering like a child.
Kakashi grabbed for the wall and shifted as much away as space allowed, taking his weight off Ginta. With his face bared, every nuance of pain was on full display. "Would you believe a 'yes'?” he asked tightly. “It’s not for me."
“No, but I’ll accept the lie.” Ginta’s fingers closed over a pair of scrolls, a folded map, his compass, a slender packet of senbon, the leather case that held his lock picks, but there was no med-kit, just the empty space where it should be. Where?
“Don’t you have yours?” he asked through a grimace.
"I have a sealed medic's kit, but I'm not sure I trust myself with chakra yet," Kakashi said.
“Yeah don’t,” Ginta agreed. “Too risky.” Where was his? He’d used it to bandage Kakashi. Where? He reached further back, lower, for the floor, and felt his knuckles brush canvas. “Here’s mine.”
For an instant his fingertips found purchase, and then it slipped from his grasp. “Dammit.” He tried again, making his fingers tacky with a weak pulse of chakra and holding his breath. Nothing happened. The walls didn’t collapse, new traps didn’t trigger. Maybe it was safe to use chakra then, just not jutsu.
“Got it,” he grunted. He collapsed back down and handed the kit to Kakashi. “I’m not sure there’s much you can do with it, though. I already straightened my nose as much as I could handle.” A thought occurred, sharp and absurd given their situation, and he groaned a wry laugh. “Grandmother’s going to be so pissed I’ve ruined my good looks.” |
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