Wash it all away [Open/Active]
Who: Shisui, YOU~!
Where: Glass Bathroom
When: Day 002
What: Shiusi takes a moment to bathe.
Warnings: Half naked ninja, talk of gore possible.
The first few days he had been here, all he had managed to do was sleep. It left him feeling more useless than he liked, but he hadn't really had an option. It was either retreat into the safety of unconsciousness and trust Itachi and Kakashi to make sure nothing ate him, or be useless when something actually happened that he was needed. He lifted a wet rag, carefully dabbing around the bandages to remove the remnants of blood and dirt from his face.
The first time he’d woken up he’d barely managed to groan something about pain before someone gave him another pill.
This last time, he just felt stiff. Everything hurt, strained muscles screaming every time he shifted, hands throbbing and swollen, his eye-or what was left of his eye, he guessed - still shot sparks of pain directly into his brain, and he was very carefully not moving his left hand at all.
A glance in the mirror had revealed that his torso looked like someone had walked on him; several of the bruises even had the very clear shape of shoe soles. He’d like a rematch with those ROOT-Nin sometime, maybe once he could move fast without feeling the need to pause to allow his stomach to catch up.
He took a deep breath before he leaned, rinsing the blood from his hair. He had to be careful of the bandages or Itachi would loudly silence in his direction until he submitted to being tended to, but he could manage this at least.
He had a feeling that he’d feel more human once he’d washed all the blood away, even if the act of bending over still made him woozy.
His bare back was too the door, shirt and headband tossed on the counter with half his gear. He’d barely managed to slip away with the claim that he needed to pee, he was sure making any suggestion that he might try to bathe himself would have been met with a flat rejection.
At some point he’d have to convince Itachi that he wasn’t going to vanish in a puff of smoke until his hands were more willing to form hand signs again.
Where: Glass Bathroom
When: Day 002
What: Shiusi takes a moment to bathe.
Warnings: Half naked ninja, talk of gore possible.
The first few days he had been here, all he had managed to do was sleep. It left him feeling more useless than he liked, but he hadn't really had an option. It was either retreat into the safety of unconsciousness and trust Itachi and Kakashi to make sure nothing ate him, or be useless when something actually happened that he was needed. He lifted a wet rag, carefully dabbing around the bandages to remove the remnants of blood and dirt from his face.
The first time he’d woken up he’d barely managed to groan something about pain before someone gave him another pill.
This last time, he just felt stiff. Everything hurt, strained muscles screaming every time he shifted, hands throbbing and swollen, his eye-or what was left of his eye, he guessed - still shot sparks of pain directly into his brain, and he was very carefully not moving his left hand at all.
A glance in the mirror had revealed that his torso looked like someone had walked on him; several of the bruises even had the very clear shape of shoe soles. He’d like a rematch with those ROOT-Nin sometime, maybe once he could move fast without feeling the need to pause to allow his stomach to catch up.
He took a deep breath before he leaned, rinsing the blood from his hair. He had to be careful of the bandages or Itachi would loudly silence in his direction until he submitted to being tended to, but he could manage this at least.
He had a feeling that he’d feel more human once he’d washed all the blood away, even if the act of bending over still made him woozy.
His bare back was too the door, shirt and headband tossed on the counter with half his gear. He’d barely managed to slip away with the claim that he needed to pee, he was sure making any suggestion that he might try to bathe himself would have been met with a flat rejection.
At some point he’d have to convince Itachi that he wasn’t going to vanish in a puff of smoke until his hands were more willing to form hand signs again.