Title: Wounded
Author:
kryss_delrheiFandom: Kingdom Hearts
Type: Video Game
Characters/Pairing: Terra, Ventus
Word Count: 300
Genre: Friendship
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Harsh sparring matches always lead to a wound or another.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep nor the characters, just borrowing them from Square-Enix for a little while.
Author's Notes: Still cleaning out the old writing journal.
Prompt:
drabble123 : #15 - Between (
Table Random 2)
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The afternoon had been hard, Eraqus pushing them farther than they had been ready to reach. In an awkward attempt to disarm Ventus of his keyblade, Terra had ended the fight with an abrasive hit to the boy’s shoulder from behind. Had he been direct on his mark, the boy wouldn’t have screamed out in pain.
It was his fault that he had unintentionally hurt him, but training usually ended with a few bruises and scraps, nothing like this. Terra walked with a steady pace down the corridor, his feet heavy on the tile, hands clasp around a small medic kit. Hopefully, Ventus wasn’t too sour at him, for him to not help with his bandages.
Terra cleared his throat nervously and paused outside the door to the boy’s room. He rapped on the wood lightly, a soft, “Come in,” his only permission to enter.
He opened the door and hesitantly stepped inside, “Ven?”
“Hey,” the boy mumbled, his face turned, gazing out the large bay window next to his bed.
He shut the door quietly behind him, “I thought I would come by and check your shoulder,” he said.
Ventus nodded, scooting to the edge of the bed to allow Terra to sit by him, which the brunette proceeded to do, “Thanks,” he mumbled as he sat down, opening the small medic kit.
Terra went to work undressing the wound he had created, gently cleaning it, before carefully bandaging it up, “Between Master Eraqus and me doing a number up on your shoulder…” Terra trailed off, before shrugging, “I’d like to say sorry.”
“It’s okay Terra,” Ventus smiled, “I needed it.”
“Huh?” Terra raised a brow.
“To get stronger,” Ventus grinned, shrugging a little.
The brunette rolled his eyes and ruffled the boy’s hair, laughing slightly, “Knuckle head.”
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