"Hzhwzut?!" Scott jerked awake, unconsciously kicking the blanket off his bed as the intercom crackled out and the door clicked open. He lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling with groggy, half-open eyes
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Nightshift was upon them again, and with it came more alchemy work. It was tiring, but in the long run he'd be supplying fighters with weapons. Hopefully, this would put them closer to taking out Landel. One little step at a time.
He pulled out his pillowcase of metal. His supplies were steadily dwindling, so the next few people were going to have to start bringing metal of their own or else he'd run out. Having to turn someone away because he had nothing to craft their weapon from could get ugly, though he supposed he could always send them out to get some right then and there.
Once he was set up, he laid back down on his bed, relaxing and staring up at the ceiling. Every so often, his ears would twitch against the pillow.
Kakashi came up to the door of M88, letting out a small sigh once he'd arrived. Now, so long as night didn't come to a sudden end, he'd at least get the first task done. Knocking firmly on the door, the man called out a greeting to whoever was inside. About all he could guess was that the person was male, but nothing more, as he'd failed to give a description.
"Hello? It's Hatake Kakashi, and I think you're expecting me."
"Coming." The voice sounded a little familiar, but he'd run into so many people during his time in the Institute that it could be anyone he'd just happened to pass more than once. Leon sat up, scooting himself slowly to the edge of his bed before hopping to the floor and padding over to the door on bare feet. He could have just told them to come in, but he found it more polite to meet someone face to face first.
He was greeted with a familiar face, or hair - since he couldn't actually see most of the man's face, when the door was opened. Blinking, it took him a moment or two to place where he'd seen him. It was the man with the book from the other day. Strange how coincidences like that happened. "Come on in. I'm Leon. Did you get a chance to gather materials?"
The young mage backed away to allow the man room to enter.
Well that was a surprise. Kakashi wasn't one to jump to conclusions, but he really hadn't been expecting the all-too-eager boy from the other day to be the one answering the door, and with a strange set of ears at that. Not that he hadn't seen his share of talented kids or abnormal features. The greeting certainly left no room for doubt. Kakashi would just have to make sure not to let Leon know that he was carrying another erotic novel in his side pouch
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Leon nodded, though in reality he was a little bothered by the comment. His own supplies wouldn't last forever, and he'd yet to get much in the way of repayment for his efforts. All he could do was take Kakashi's word for it and hope that he did get some supplies returned to him.
He motioned toward his notebook, already laying open on the floor. "Here. It's just a matter of converting the materials I have into a different form. Do you have any examples or diagrams of what you want? I can provide you with paper if you need to draw it out. I only have one shot at this a night." There was little point in wasting energy because he wasn't sure of exactly what he was supposed to be making.
"The process is short, but I won't be able to do much afterward."
Kakashi wasn't exactly comfortable with how things stood, but he didn't feel so guilty over it once he thought about the reasons. Keeping the team mentally stable simply took priority, particularly as it seemed to be the goal of the Institute to shatter all of them. Still, he intended to keep his word, especially considering how vital weapons would be to fighting the physical dangers of the Institute
( ... )
The drawing was examined thoroughly, then set beside his workspace. The design was simple, much like the ones he'd made for Honey just the night before but with less unique details. He might be able to manage just a slight bit more than he had previously without that to focus on.
Leon placed the required amount of metal in the center of the design and sat back, holding his hands out over the pieces. Making several items at once required more focus, but he'd already done this once and he was confident in his abilities to do it again. A bright glow appeared beneath his hands, obscuring everything there until the metal had reformed into the shapes of nine individual kunai.
When he'd finished, the young mage slumped back just as he had the night before. He'd been hoping that this would become less draining with time...
When Leon started, and somehow summoned the glowing light, Kakashi pulled up the cloth covering his left eye. With the sharingan he could see the flow of energy as it moved through the metal, and he knew it came from an outside source, not Leon's own chakra. Nothing he could copy then, though it was reassuring that the eye did indeed still work. Once he was sure, Kakashi put the mask back in place, though even that brief period sent a spike of pain through his head. He'd have to get used to that, if he wanted to use the sharingan in a fight
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Leon needed a moment to catch his breath, and he stared blankly at the offered hand. Couldn't he be left to rest a bit longer before he had to move? Still, the bed did sound nice even if he'd just been on it a few minutes before.
He reached one hand up to grasp the ninja's, but didn't move immediately. Instead, he closed his eyes to let a second or two of dizziness pass. Perhaps he should start demanding people bring hims something to replenish some energy after he performed alchemy, but he didn't think anything aside from carrot juice would really do the job here.
Kakashi wasn't bothered by the fact that Leon did nothing besides grasp his hand; in fact, the jounin hadn't intended for the boy to. All he wanted was permission, and maybe to give the kid a little warning. Manhandling required a certain amount of familiarity not to be taken the wrong way, after all. Still, now that he had Leon by the arm, Kakashi gently tugged him up until he could brace the boy over his shoulder, then lifted him up. Maybe not the most graceful way to move someone, but then, Kakashi hadn't intended to go very far
( ... )
The boy gave a shocked gasp as he was lifted up, the room spinning enough from the movement that he had to shut his eyes. What was he, a sack of potatoes? You didn't just heft someone like...
Then he was being situated in his bed, and the feeling of being tucked in was so heartbreakingly familiar that he could only freeze up and let it happen. It was a reminder of his parents, and how long he'd gone now without seeing them. Even before he'd been brought into Landel's he hadn't seen his parents since the incident with the Lacour Hope. When was the last time one of them had tucked him into bed like this?
The boy turned his head to the side and away from the man standing beside him, pushing such thoughts to the back of his mind. Tired as he was, it would be far too easy to let such thoughts depress him.
Any shock had been expected, but the look on Leon's face when he moved the sheet, and the way he turned his head? Kakashi couldn't help but wonder just what the boy was thinking to look that way, especially that young. True, it wasn't anything unusual in terms of ninja, to face tragedy so early on that childhood didn't have a chance. But there were people who didn't live that way, and Kakashi had assumed, if not hoped, that maybe it was like that on other worlds. Now, however, he thought that he might just have been wrong about it
( ... )
As Kakashi left, Leon turned back enough to be able to watch his departing form. His reaction might not have been the best, but it wasn't as if he was going to call the ninja back now.
He let the weariness take over, his eyelids drooping shut. One of these nights he was going to find a way not to be asleep by the end of it. This wasn't yet that night.
He pulled out his pillowcase of metal. His supplies were steadily dwindling, so the next few people were going to have to start bringing metal of their own or else he'd run out. Having to turn someone away because he had nothing to craft their weapon from could get ugly, though he supposed he could always send them out to get some right then and there.
Once he was set up, he laid back down on his bed, relaxing and staring up at the ceiling. Every so often, his ears would twitch against the pillow.
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"Hello? It's Hatake Kakashi, and I think you're expecting me."
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He was greeted with a familiar face, or hair - since he couldn't actually see most of the man's face, when the door was opened. Blinking, it took him a moment or two to place where he'd seen him. It was the man with the book from the other day. Strange how coincidences like that happened. "Come on in. I'm Leon. Did you get a chance to gather materials?"
The young mage backed away to allow the man room to enter.
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He motioned toward his notebook, already laying open on the floor. "Here. It's just a matter of converting the materials I have into a different form. Do you have any examples or diagrams of what you want? I can provide you with paper if you need to draw it out. I only have one shot at this a night." There was little point in wasting energy because he wasn't sure of exactly what he was supposed to be making.
"The process is short, but I won't be able to do much afterward."
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Leon placed the required amount of metal in the center of the design and sat back, holding his hands out over the pieces. Making several items at once required more focus, but he'd already done this once and he was confident in his abilities to do it again. A bright glow appeared beneath his hands, obscuring everything there until the metal had reformed into the shapes of nine individual kunai.
When he'd finished, the young mage slumped back just as he had the night before. He'd been hoping that this would become less draining with time...
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He reached one hand up to grasp the ninja's, but didn't move immediately. Instead, he closed his eyes to let a second or two of dizziness pass. Perhaps he should start demanding people bring hims something to replenish some energy after he performed alchemy, but he didn't think anything aside from carrot juice would really do the job here.
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Then he was being situated in his bed, and the feeling of being tucked in was so heartbreakingly familiar that he could only freeze up and let it happen. It was a reminder of his parents, and how long he'd gone now without seeing them. Even before he'd been brought into Landel's he hadn't seen his parents since the incident with the Lacour Hope. When was the last time one of them had tucked him into bed like this?
The boy turned his head to the side and away from the man standing beside him, pushing such thoughts to the back of his mind. Tired as he was, it would be far too easy to let such thoughts depress him.
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He let the weariness take over, his eyelids drooping shut. One of these nights he was going to find a way not to be asleep by the end of it. This wasn't yet that night.
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