[OOC] Memory Crystal #4: Goddamnit we never DID get to see that...
((ooc: As sort of an 'apology' for flattening Drake with epic amounts of angsty crap, the Sphere was kind enough to toss a sound/touch/taste memory crystal at him. Specifically, at his head. At high velocity. Fortunately, he caught it before it knocked him flat. Reference: Naruto original series, episode 101, AnimeONE subs.))
The memory faded in and once again, no vision whatsoever. Everything was pitch black, but he could tell he was smaller; very early teens, he supposed. Maybe thirteen or so. He was also...completely submerged in hot water. Quite hot, though not to the point that it was scalding. Mineral water, at that; he could taste the sharpness on his tongue and lips.
He broke the surface, and from the sounds of things someone else did alongside him. Only enough to have his eyes over the top of the water, though. "I see...strangely enough, you've thought this idea through..." All the words were burbly, spoken underwater; the last one was too burbly for him to make out. The speaker was a young male, about his age. It sounded like it might have been the distraught young man from his last memory, but given the age difference and the burbles it was hard to tell. "You'd usually take off your mask when you take a bath, right?"
Mask??
"Just be quiet, you dumbass." That was him that time, same burbly quality. Talking underwater meant more of the mineral-laden stuff got in his mouth; he mentally made a face. Not the most pleasant of tastes, there. It could be worse though, he supposed.
"Kakashi-sensei, ready yet?" The kid with him broke the surface of the water to yell at someone in the distance.
"Yeah, I'll be right there." Older man's voice, muffled as if from a little ways away and perhaps behind a door. Recognition shocked right through him; he knew that voice. He knew that voice very well.
Holy shit, that's Sight!
At that point he realized what they were trying to do -- we're trying to figure out what's under that mask. Oh damn, and I can't see this? Okay, that's just cruel.
There was the sound of a door sliding open. He could feel his eyes widening in anticipation as he popped his head all the way above the water. "He's here," his companion hissed in very badly concealed excitement. Bare footsteps on stone, then someone stepping into the same hot spring he was in. He -- and his companion from the sound of things -- both got to their feet in unison as Sight -- no wait Kakashi -- came closer.
...and now we determine that I'm completely naked and this water does NOT come up to my waist when I'm standing up. Nice.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. Just a bit, okay?" Sight's voice, muffled...
..wait, muffled?
He couldn't see a damn thing but somehow Drake knew that even though they were all taking a bath in the hot spring he still had the goddamned mask on!
He and his companion thwunked over into the water in exasperation, sending up an enormous splash just as everything faded out.
The memory faded in and once again, no vision whatsoever. Everything was pitch black, but he could tell he was smaller; very early teens, he supposed. Maybe thirteen or so. He was also...completely submerged in hot water. Quite hot, though not to the point that it was scalding. Mineral water, at that; he could taste the sharpness on his tongue and lips.
He broke the surface, and from the sounds of things someone else did alongside him. Only enough to have his eyes over the top of the water, though. "I see...strangely enough, you've thought this idea through..." All the words were burbly, spoken underwater; the last one was too burbly for him to make out. The speaker was a young male, about his age. It sounded like it might have been the distraught young man from his last memory, but given the age difference and the burbles it was hard to tell. "You'd usually take off your mask when you take a bath, right?"
Mask??
"Just be quiet, you dumbass." That was him that time, same burbly quality. Talking underwater meant more of the mineral-laden stuff got in his mouth; he mentally made a face. Not the most pleasant of tastes, there. It could be worse though, he supposed.
"Kakashi-sensei, ready yet?" The kid with him broke the surface of the water to yell at someone in the distance.
"Yeah, I'll be right there." Older man's voice, muffled as if from a little ways away and perhaps behind a door. Recognition shocked right through him; he knew that voice. He knew that voice very well.
Holy shit, that's Sight!
At that point he realized what they were trying to do -- we're trying to figure out what's under that mask. Oh damn, and I can't see this? Okay, that's just cruel.
There was the sound of a door sliding open. He could feel his eyes widening in anticipation as he popped his head all the way above the water. "He's here," his companion hissed in very badly concealed excitement. Bare footsteps on stone, then someone stepping into the same hot spring he was in. He -- and his companion from the sound of things -- both got to their feet in unison as Sight -- no wait Kakashi -- came closer.
...and now we determine that I'm completely naked and this water does NOT come up to my waist when I'm standing up. Nice.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. Just a bit, okay?" Sight's voice, muffled...
..wait, muffled?
He couldn't see a damn thing but somehow Drake knew that even though they were all taking a bath in the hot spring he still had the goddamned mask on!
He and his companion thwunked over into the water in exasperation, sending up an enormous splash just as everything faded out.