[When the feed starts, it's dark, with just the last traces of sunset on the horizon. Iruka is walking through the grounds of Himorogi. His question is simple, and he's in full shinobi attire, a little worse for wear, ponytail coming loose and shoulders hunched. They hunch because Iruka breathes slowly, because he can catch his breath
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Clearly, that wasn't the case. ]
Where have you been.
[ Kakashi's tone is clipped. ]
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Home.
[Or what had been left of it, really.]
Home, Taichou. For a day.
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Home.
(Is no longer that house in the woods that you shared.)
Iruka may have some news about the war, then. ]
Report to the camp outside Raikou's cave in Mizusato for debriefing.
[ Kakashi's tone is cool, devoid of any tone or emotion. ]
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[Iruka dips his head in a polite bow and tucks the Hitomi away. No resistance, no argument. Iruka simply makes his way to Mizusato.]
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Oh. You are all right. ...We are in Mizusato. There are tents, here.
[Gai sends coordinates. He doesn't really have much else to say, because he doesn't know that he has the energy to talk about what all has happened.]
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[He lowers his head, the Hitomi shifts and shakes a bit from the movement.]
I am on my way.
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It will be good to have you here.
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[Iruka dares not say anything more than that. Not yet. But perhaps the silence speaks of it all.]
I will find you, Gai-sensei. When I arrive.
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What he can't hide, however, is the tremble in his hand as he cants the Hitomi down from where it's held above him, offers a slightly crooked smile that falls so very short of reaching his eyes.]
I--it's good to see you again, Iruka-senpai. If you can, once you report to your peers, can you come up to the cave?
[A beat.]
I'd come down, but I'm not allowed to walk that far.
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[His voice is a little quiet, because the worry that is laced underneath the expression of open surprise -- he's not used to seeing golden locks, because Raikou had always been meticulous about its pinkness - and Raikou looks more than horrible. He looks like shit.
But he's talking. He's... fine.]
You look like shit.
[Iruka flashes him a toothy grin, a gesture to reassure more than anything.]
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[Even to his own ears, the joke falls flat, the accompanying attempt at a chuckle ending in a hiss when it pulls at the stitches on his belly in the most uncomfortable of ways.]
Hell, if I'm lucky, you can dye my hair for me... no way I'm voluntarily letting Yoite-kun do it.
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[Iruka chuckles, as the light changes in the background.]
I'll be there once I'm done with my superiors. Don't fall asleep now and be a little patient. Okay?
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Iruka-sensei! I am glad to see you!
[A pause. He lowers his voice to a more moderate level and his eyes grow worried and expressive. After what happened to Lee himself, he could only assume something similar could have happened to Iruka...mostly because he could tell that his sensei and Kakashi feared the worst and their worry set the mood of things around Lee's neck of the camp. Lee did his best to remain optimistic that they had not lost their comrade! After all, he would not wish his own fate on anyone, even though he felt he did the right thing, so he is glad to see Iruka has survived despite the lengthy disappearance.]
I had heard you were missing, and Kakashi-sensei and Gai-sensei were concerned. ...You are well?
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Lee-kun!
[There is a smile on his face, probably the most honest thing that has graced his face since his arrival. Such a refreshing thing to see, this face. He looks okay, he looks fine.
(But you should know better, how the surface can deceive.) ]
Yes, and no. Not missing but gone. I have already spoken to them earlier. Lee-kun, how are you? Are you well? Your injuries... ?
[Concern. Always concern first.]
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[Iruka's smile softens a bit around the edge, tapering off with a touch of remorse because even if Iruka is a touch disconnected, torn between a mindset that is left back home, where people drop dead before the sun even sets, where body pile looks like a mountain of rice grain, thousands and thousands of men's lives at steak and being washed away, and yet they move forward, because those that are alive has to. There's no room to mourn death, no room to weep.
And yet here, the other side, Iruka has all the time in the world to mourn and weep. To feel bad for a comrade who had been a victim when he shouldn't have been. Iruka doesn't know the gruesome details, doesn't know how a strong boy, eligible to candidate for Jounin, had been brought down.
(You know the pain of death, how it is black and how you are completely alone. You know what it's like, to be immersed in so much pain and waiting, just waiting and wanting it all to end. You know what it's like to have bits of you blow off one by one. But what's worse than ( ... )
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That is what makes her words bite.]
Oh, you noticed?
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[Iruka returns, fires back, even. His answer comes back after he's been debriefed. As quick as the irritation leaves him for the "attitude" he gets, it leaves with the next few words that are softer.]
I have, Rin-san. I regret that I wasn't present the entire time to help.
[Do you, now?]
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... I'm sorry, Iruka-san. I shouldn't have said that.
If you can help now, that's what counts.
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[So here, Iruka will iron his face to a more neutral expression.]
The injured are my responsibility now. Are you staying at the camp, Rin-san?
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