let him know that you know best
Who: Doumeki Shizuka and Watanuki Kimihiro
When: Feb 2, just after the sirens
Where: Tower Apartments to the nearest emergency station
Summary: While trying to help Susumu out in the baseball diamond shortly before sirens, Doumeki got a kunai to the shoulder from the scared ninja. After getting Susumu settled down and sleeping, Watanuki demands that they get the wound looked at. A trek into the Darkness results.
Warnings: descriptions of blood, possibly violence. Darkness is a warning in and of itself. XD
Note: The first bit of this was written in an IM, the rest will be carried out through the comments.
Things had not turned out for the best. Then again, they usually didn't, lately. Picking up Susumu had been more difficult than he anticipated, and he'd ended up with a kunai to his shoulder for his efforts. Fortunately, they'd gotten Susumu up to the apartment and left him to sleep, but Watanuki had insisted on going to the nearest emergency station to get the wound looked at. It was deep, and blood was oozing down Doumeki's chest, but the last thing he'd wanted to do was go out into the Darkness for something like this. Eventually, he'd been talked into it, but he still felt wary and on edge - and very tired.
Moving toward the door of the apartment building, he leaned against the wall for a moment, pinning Watanuki with a slightly irritated look. He didn't really want him along, it was too dangerous, and Watanuki still wasn't entirely adjusted to being outside the shop, but the boy had insisted.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low, "It's going to be bad out there."
"Yes," Watanuki replied, keeping one hand tucked in the fold of his kimono to make sure Kouki was safe and snug, away from cold and harm. The kitten nuzzled his palm; already, it was used to traveling covertly while its owners moved through areas where pets were normally not allowed.
Doumeki's look of irritation was easily ignored as he adjusted his grip on Doumeki's bow before stepping beside the man. That weapon had been the reason why he had followed Susumu's retrieval; he wouldn't have been concerned as much had the bow been with its owner when it could be needed.
"We better hurry. The more we wait, the more dangerous the Darkness becomes."
Doumeki pushed away from the wall, his jaw clenching as he moved, to stave off the pain. The wound did hurt, despite how he'd witheld any noises, or any sign of pain for the most part. It hurt, because it was deep, though he couldn't say it was worse than other things he'd done. Maybe that was why he hadn't felt it was necessary to risk a trip out into the Darkness for this.
"Stay close to me." he said, his voice low, "When we're out there. A lot of them avoid me."
This information wasn't anything new, but it was a good reminder. Doumeki always had been one to worry, even when he himself was hurt.
"I know." Watanuki stood close to him, not only because Doumeki's blood would shield him, but also because it was the right place to be in should something else happen to Doumeki. It was difficult to see the other's expression in the dim light of the hallway, but the way he held himself was enough to tell him that the pain was great.
"Let's go."
He took a carefully controlled breath, glancing down at Watanuki before pushing the door open. The boy knew, obviously, that these sort of creatures would avoid him, but he'd noticed that, here, they didn't give him as much room as they did at home. It would still be better if Watanuki and the kitten stayed close.
When Watanuki said they should go, and moved close enough, Doumeki pushed the door open. The hand that wasn't moving to press against the wound, trying to stop the flow of blood with pressure, slid down to take hold of Watanuki's wrist, fingers curling around it to make sure he kept close and safe.
The grip on his wrist was firm, and Watanuki glanced at the tanned fingers on his pale skin as they walked before shifting his gaze to Doumeki's expression. Strain lingered in his features, even as he made no mention or sound about the pain in his shoulder, and Watanuki frowned, looking down on the concrete they were walking on as they went, feeling the cool night air brush his exposed ankles above his socks.
Doumeki was injured again, this time on the shoulder. This was becoming a bad routine.
"Take tomorrow off to recover, if you can," he said quietly. "Someone could press too hard on that shoulder of yours."
When: Feb 2, just after the sirens
Where: Tower Apartments to the nearest emergency station
Summary: While trying to help Susumu out in the baseball diamond shortly before sirens, Doumeki got a kunai to the shoulder from the scared ninja. After getting Susumu settled down and sleeping, Watanuki demands that they get the wound looked at. A trek into the Darkness results.
Warnings: descriptions of blood, possibly violence. Darkness is a warning in and of itself. XD
Note: The first bit of this was written in an IM, the rest will be carried out through the comments.
Things had not turned out for the best. Then again, they usually didn't, lately. Picking up Susumu had been more difficult than he anticipated, and he'd ended up with a kunai to his shoulder for his efforts. Fortunately, they'd gotten Susumu up to the apartment and left him to sleep, but Watanuki had insisted on going to the nearest emergency station to get the wound looked at. It was deep, and blood was oozing down Doumeki's chest, but the last thing he'd wanted to do was go out into the Darkness for something like this. Eventually, he'd been talked into it, but he still felt wary and on edge - and very tired.
Moving toward the door of the apartment building, he leaned against the wall for a moment, pinning Watanuki with a slightly irritated look. He didn't really want him along, it was too dangerous, and Watanuki still wasn't entirely adjusted to being outside the shop, but the boy had insisted.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low, "It's going to be bad out there."
"Yes," Watanuki replied, keeping one hand tucked in the fold of his kimono to make sure Kouki was safe and snug, away from cold and harm. The kitten nuzzled his palm; already, it was used to traveling covertly while its owners moved through areas where pets were normally not allowed.
Doumeki's look of irritation was easily ignored as he adjusted his grip on Doumeki's bow before stepping beside the man. That weapon had been the reason why he had followed Susumu's retrieval; he wouldn't have been concerned as much had the bow been with its owner when it could be needed.
"We better hurry. The more we wait, the more dangerous the Darkness becomes."
Doumeki pushed away from the wall, his jaw clenching as he moved, to stave off the pain. The wound did hurt, despite how he'd witheld any noises, or any sign of pain for the most part. It hurt, because it was deep, though he couldn't say it was worse than other things he'd done. Maybe that was why he hadn't felt it was necessary to risk a trip out into the Darkness for this.
"Stay close to me." he said, his voice low, "When we're out there. A lot of them avoid me."
This information wasn't anything new, but it was a good reminder. Doumeki always had been one to worry, even when he himself was hurt.
"I know." Watanuki stood close to him, not only because Doumeki's blood would shield him, but also because it was the right place to be in should something else happen to Doumeki. It was difficult to see the other's expression in the dim light of the hallway, but the way he held himself was enough to tell him that the pain was great.
"Let's go."
He took a carefully controlled breath, glancing down at Watanuki before pushing the door open. The boy knew, obviously, that these sort of creatures would avoid him, but he'd noticed that, here, they didn't give him as much room as they did at home. It would still be better if Watanuki and the kitten stayed close.
When Watanuki said they should go, and moved close enough, Doumeki pushed the door open. The hand that wasn't moving to press against the wound, trying to stop the flow of blood with pressure, slid down to take hold of Watanuki's wrist, fingers curling around it to make sure he kept close and safe.
The grip on his wrist was firm, and Watanuki glanced at the tanned fingers on his pale skin as they walked before shifting his gaze to Doumeki's expression. Strain lingered in his features, even as he made no mention or sound about the pain in his shoulder, and Watanuki frowned, looking down on the concrete they were walking on as they went, feeling the cool night air brush his exposed ankles above his socks.
Doumeki was injured again, this time on the shoulder. This was becoming a bad routine.
"Take tomorrow off to recover, if you can," he said quietly. "Someone could press too hard on that shoulder of yours."