Who: Kanda Yu & Uchiha Itachi
When: Sunday Evening - Age regression week
Where: Itachi's room 17D
Summary: Kanda can't get the events of last week out of his head, and decides he needs to have a talk with Itachi.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Yelling, swearing, boyboy cute, a little violence, blood and a severed arm.
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Balancing two hearts can be hard sometimes, but in the end worth it... )
Shutting the door behind him, Kanda nodded his hello to his partner, a slight smile on his face even though he intended this meeting to be more serious. The exorcist resisted the urge to lean against the door, and instead moved closer to Itachi. "I'm glad to see you haven't shrunk."
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A few moments passed and he allowed his exorcist to speak, fingertips outlining those frowning pink lips as he watched and listened. Words, words, words. They only made trouble brew in the end.
"Rest assured we will never be enemies. We would not be so foolish as to make things impossible enough to land us on opposing sides We are not that different, you and I, despite what shouts are given." He responded lightly.
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He nodded at Itachi's words, placing a small kiss to those fingers on his lips. "You're right. ...but, can you blame for wanting to make certain? I'd hate to lose you now, 'Tachi..." Kanda smiled softly and wrapped his arms around his shinobi. But, while clenching the fabric of Itachi's shirt into his left hand, something happened.
There was a strange tearing noise, and Kanda's white shirt at the left shoulder was instantly soaked red as his arm fell from his sleeve and onto the floor. Kanda's teeth clenched as he swore loudly, his other fist tightening with a death grip into the fabric of Itachi's shirt. "Ah-hah!The severed arm on the floor looked as though it had been torn off at the shoulder. The ends were ragged, but did not look bruised or gangrenous. Kanda's hand went to the shoulder of his now empty sleeve and began sliding down ( ... )
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"N-No.. It's fine... 'Tachi..."
Kanda looked down at his arm, glaring at its treachery. He couldn't even remember the last time that this had happened, and now Itachi was going on about a medic. He didn't need or want one, he just had to stick it back on like always.
"No just.. unbutton my shirt.. need to stick it back on." His cheeks were red from embarrassment, he felt bad for making the Uchiha worry so much about him and for ruining such a special moment.
"S-sorry, 'Tachi.."
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The wound was severe. With only a slight tilt of his head, Itachi could see that opening in that arm. Both flesh and bone were visible and a trail of fresh blood was making its way down the mans side. He reached for the arm and stared at it blankly.
"...stick it back on?"
He couldn't fathom how this was even possible. He eyed the severed arm in his arm making sure to keep it's torn and blood-dripping end from staining his own coat. This wasn't a puzzle, he couldn't just stick that arm on and expect it to stay. He had much faith in Kanda's ability to heal but even this, the Uchiha refused to believe he would heal out of the blue. After a few more seconds, he turned the arm to what he assumed was the correct position, and brought it to the shoulder holding it there for a moment.
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The exorcist looked down at his bloodied shoulder, a little to embarrassed to look up at the Uchiha at that moment. "It'll heal.. It's fine." Kanda's tattoo pulsed as the shreds began to mend themselves together. It was far slower than he was used to, but at least it still worked. The most immediate thing Itachi would probably notice was the blood running down his side was quickly lessening and the color in his now-attached arm was returning.
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He could see the tattoo pulsing and he slowly brought his fingertips to brush against the skin it covered. He didn't like this. At all. Without a second to spare, he was up on his feet making his way to his desk. Because Sasuke had a tendency to get injured, he always had extra equipment stored in his bedroom. In a few seconds, he was bringing shredded pieces of sheet to help bind his exorcist that he had prepared a long time ago. He made sure to clean around the wound in order to prevent too much mess.
"Let me bind you. I will be cautious."
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When he saw the bandages, he couldn't help but smirk slightly. Itachi was always prepared for anything it seemed. Again, Kanda nodded.
"I need to hold my arm, unless you can bind it to me."
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Moving him from the wall would result in more pain for the exorcist so Itachi began to work where he was. On his knees and with a look of concentration plastered on his face, Itachi was slowly making his work clear. He was going to add some pressure upon that torn arm and shoulder in order to keep it in place. He was planning to create a sort of sling for him as well.
"I cannot promise you any comfort from these bindings but they will keep your arm in place." He muttered as he began to tie at the edges, frowning when soem of the bandages began to show signs of red specs.
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He wiped his bloody right hand on the remains of his shirt before reaching out to touch the Uchiha's face. "Don't frown... I get.. brittle if I have to regenerate too much in a short amount of time." That faint blush was still on his cheeks. "I'm sorry for scaring you.."
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He gave Kanda a nod, bringing a hand temporarily to rest on the boys chest. If he moved too much he would loosen the bandages or get the too tight in awkward positions. Itachi really wasn't looking after Kanda's comfort, he knew he wouldn't be able to do it. Perhaps after several hours, he would readjust the bandages. Once the arm attached.
He remind silent as he worked, heaving a small sigh as the tension returned. His shoulders ached, his neck was killing him, and that headache was back. He'll keep his mouth shut on the affair. As long as Kanda was safe. That's all he could ask for, his exorcist belonged at his side.
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