[LOG] I wish I could fix you
Who: Akimichi Chouji/Kumo (Nobody), Nara Shikamaru
Where: A rooftop in Manhattan
When: Sunday of Genderswap week
Summary: Shikamaru is mourning the loss of his best friend's heart when some remaining heartless come for him as well. Chouji's Nobody comes to his rescue.
Rating: PG to PG-13?
Warnings: None as of yet. Will update as necessary. Also, forgive any possible pronoun mix-ups for Shika. He's a girl this week~
Shikamaru stared up at the sky from where she was sprawled out on the concrete rooftop, a package of cigarette's clutched tightly in one injured hand. She'd been that way for some time if the crushed box in her fingers was any indication. She wanted very much to light up a stick, but she'd never bothered to go and find a new lighter and had no motivation to do so at the moment. The Nara wasn't sure she had the proper mobility in her arms and hands to pull it off without difficulty anyway.
Shikamaru still hadn't gone back to the hospital when he'd... she'd left Chouji... Kumo after reset. She knew she should have. Tsunade was supposed to make another pass at her arms, but the Nara couldn't stand to be inside at the moment. She could barely stand being conscious as it was. She'd thought she could weather almost anything this place could dish out. After seven months, disease, injury, and constant death, one might think that Shikamaru would've been desensitized, but late Saturday had brought with it something he'd hoped to never face again.
There was nothing she could do to bring Chouji back. She'd gone over it with the Nobody already, run the facts through her mind and come up with nothing. It was a new state for her. A frightening and frustrating one, and she had no idea what to do... and so she sat on that roof, staring at the sky and unaware of the movements in the shadows until it was too late.
Heartless, apparently left behind due to the lack of a proper reset, swarmed from the dark edges of the rooftop, and Shikamaru only just managed to get her feet underneath her in time to jump out of the way when they surged forward. Leaping to one side, she stumbled and landed in a half crouch. Her center of balance was off, partially because of her injuries and partially because of the new experiment, but either way the shinobi was far too high off the ground to chance a no-armed leap to one of the neighboring buildings, and a proper jutsu to fight off the little creatures was out of the question.
This was bad.
Where: A rooftop in Manhattan
When: Sunday of Genderswap week
Summary: Shikamaru is mourning the loss of his best friend's heart when some remaining heartless come for him as well. Chouji's Nobody comes to his rescue.
Rating: PG to PG-13?
Warnings: None as of yet. Will update as necessary. Also, forgive any possible pronoun mix-ups for Shika. He's a girl this week~
Shikamaru stared up at the sky from where she was sprawled out on the concrete rooftop, a package of cigarette's clutched tightly in one injured hand. She'd been that way for some time if the crushed box in her fingers was any indication. She wanted very much to light up a stick, but she'd never bothered to go and find a new lighter and had no motivation to do so at the moment. The Nara wasn't sure she had the proper mobility in her arms and hands to pull it off without difficulty anyway.
Shikamaru still hadn't gone back to the hospital when he'd... she'd left Chouji... Kumo after reset. She knew she should have. Tsunade was supposed to make another pass at her arms, but the Nara couldn't stand to be inside at the moment. She could barely stand being conscious as it was. She'd thought she could weather almost anything this place could dish out. After seven months, disease, injury, and constant death, one might think that Shikamaru would've been desensitized, but late Saturday had brought with it something he'd hoped to never face again.
There was nothing she could do to bring Chouji back. She'd gone over it with the Nobody already, run the facts through her mind and come up with nothing. It was a new state for her. A frightening and frustrating one, and she had no idea what to do... and so she sat on that roof, staring at the sky and unaware of the movements in the shadows until it was too late.
Heartless, apparently left behind due to the lack of a proper reset, swarmed from the dark edges of the rooftop, and Shikamaru only just managed to get her feet underneath her in time to jump out of the way when they surged forward. Leaping to one side, she stumbled and landed in a half crouch. Her center of balance was off, partially because of her injuries and partially because of the new experiment, but either way the shinobi was far too high off the ground to chance a no-armed leap to one of the neighboring buildings, and a proper jutsu to fight off the little creatures was out of the question.
This was bad.