1 Slipping - (Open/No Kill) Fri Sep 27, 2013 3:52 am
Tenmei
D-rank
"My dear little candle. What have you gone and down now?
Did you really think that beating up someone like that would get them to accept you? I thought I taught you better than that"
"No. It wasn't like that I swear. I was protecting the village. He killed them. He killed...."
"Come now Tenmei. Excuses wont get you anywhere. Know where you failed and be stronger. It's okay.....you did okay"
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It felt.....so real
Her sandled feet, tapping quietly against the water worn planks, creating small puffs of steam that whisped up from the slightly charred footsteps, trailing along behind her. The heavy mist that clung to the condensation on her flaw specked tanned skin and the thick salty scented air, was nearly enough to make her forget the dry heat that infected her lungs a little over a week ago...when she was somewhere else. This was her home. She had missed it dearly, and today: her job was to protect it.....And this time, she wouldn't be alone.
He was there again. In fact he had been there for every mission since she got back, now that she thought about it.
Of course the young Chunin didn't mind it. Masanori had become a good friend in the days following Tenmei's return to Kiri. Helping her, sticking up for her when she had purposelfly missed the whspered leering. Even now as they walked to the border, shoulder to shoulder, close but not touching, it was setting her anxious mind at ease.
Needless to say, she was looking forward to spending some time with him, away from the chaos of the busy-body village.
To sit down and have a proper conversation, talk about what could have been, what was happening next while helping others to keep watch. Tenmei truly had missed these moments of peace.
....and then just like every other dream. It turned.
There were three of them.
Dark. Menacing. Creeping through the mist with an almost arrogant swagger as they approached the border of Kirigakure. It didn't take a jounin to see how much of a threat they posed to the village.
It was just the little things really. The scratch across the headband, confidently displaying his separation from his roots, the scent of blood on the knives he carried. Even the way the two accompanying members turned to him with almost adoring eyes, betraying their feelings to any observant outsiders, happening to look their way. The Sotsuji was not at all surprised to see the oldest member walking over to stake his claim despite the obvious risks to his life.....his team members life. And then...just like the reckless leader they all knew him to be....the Jounin attacked the leader with a cocky war cry, the others springing in to action, following his lead.
It was a shame that Masanori saw the danger when no one else did.
Such a shame that she was the only one who listened.....
And then everything went blurry.
It was all happening too fast. Red and silver streaks, flashed past her eyes, separating the scenes in her mind like a broken movie, crackling and freezing where the plot line counts while only showing her deleted scenes which her mind tried to forget. None of them stood a chance.
The Leader Jounin, the strongest one was the first to learn such, as he was reduced to primal meat every human was made from, right in front of the of the girl's horrified eyes, silencing the wrath that grew with her fire....and then Masanori. Despite his quick thinking, his wise words of warning, he too was felled by the athame claws of the demonic witch puppet, his chest cracking open in an array of red and blue.
One by one her friends, the hoplessly brave people around her, fell like tin soldiers along her neighbours back fence. By the time she had worked up the courage to step in…to save these people it was too late…..they were already gone. She was always....that little bit late.
Then.
It felt.....so real.
The first impact: The electricity had slammed in to her with the force of a cement truck, throwing her back so suddenly, so violently, that for those few moments, those seconds where she was thrown like a ragdoll through the air, Tenmei nearly forgot what had happened....but everything came rushing back with the unrelenting solidity of the wooden planks as they came up to meet her with all it's brutality. It was crazy how she could almost feel her ribs, her wrist, her legs and five other bones cracking under the sudden pressure. The agony was almost....euphoric.
But it didn't stop there. No the pain had only just started. First, there was the pressure on the fractures. A warm embrace that left a bitter feeling, a further throbbing through her broken body as the weight compressed down on her lungs . But then it changed. Searing. Burning. From shoulder to hip it was like someone was dragging live wire across her back....over and over again.
The worst part though, was after.
Lying down on the ground, Tenmei looked up at those golden, predatory eyes. Hungry for the worship he was so wrongfully robbed of, and so full of hate....it matched her own gaze perfectly. Did he turn away? Did he come back to finish her off? She didn't stay awake long enough to find out. The world started to blur at the edges, before slowly....slowly...it started to close in on itself....and then Tenmei faded off in to black. A deeper stage of sleep.
It was so far away, she wasn't sure if it was part of the dream or one of those distant memories. Either way: Tenmei could have sworn that she was being carried away. Lifted gently from the chilled breeze of the water side and in to the normal heaviness of the mist. After that it was just feelings.
Icy fingers pressed against the side of her neck, like narrow icicles feeling for a sign that her heart had not given up.
Concerned yelling close by, echoing orders that her hazy mind could not understand. There was the smell of fresh corpses, a new layer of that metallic crimson liquid. Nothing was more overpowering than the feather light touches brushing up against the tender parts of her torso, sending shooting pain up the side of her neck. This was the last thing she felt before her mind started to fall back in to that abyss once more. The closed walls of her child hood memories. The last thing Tenmei remembered was glimpsing the trees rushed passed as traveled on leaving that bad, terrible, haunting place behind.
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"Quick! Get her in to the emergency room. Prepare for an infusion we might need it. And you. Find whoever you can that is not currently out drinking or on mission. Where are those clean towels. Medic!!"
She was lucky. Incredibly lucky.
It had been a pretty easy day at the hospital so far. Patients came, patients left, patients stuck around and argued that there was something wrong until they were blue in the face. I was all pretty routine.....That was until that ANBU had shown up.
He had showed up so suddenly and kicked through the door, near knocking it off it's hinges before heading straight for reception, pushing past the line of sniffle nosed paranoids and anxious mothers. Usually there would have been chaos. Yelling and arguing for the stranger to get back in the line. However this time no one said a word.
The blood soaked girl, hanging lifeless in his arms was a good excuse as any.
The special Jounin at the counter was nothing special. A lowly assistant to a younger medic, quite low on the food chain really. But even he knew, with his most basic medical knowledge that the young looking female was in trouble. Sure, they said they had stabilized her...that they had covered the wound and attempted to stem the bleeding. This however would never been good enough for this amount of damage. Stabilsing was a far cry to actually healing her....
And without healing, she would die. No way a person could lose that amount of blood and survive without professional help.
Lying her down on the uninjured side, they were able to see the full extent of her injuries. The long gash that cut deep in to her shoulder blade, right across her back, slicing in to one of the processes of her spine. It continued across to join at the base of the older burns on her opposite hip. That seemed to be the worse of her injuries.
There was hardly a patch on her skin below the girls neck, that wasn't tinted by blue and purple splotches. Only the red lines of electrical burns hidden beneath the blood, was there as proof of what caused all this damage.
"Where are my medics?! We are losing her"
Did you really think that beating up someone like that would get them to accept you? I thought I taught you better than that"
"No. It wasn't like that I swear. I was protecting the village. He killed them. He killed...."
"Come now Tenmei. Excuses wont get you anywhere. Know where you failed and be stronger. It's okay.....you did okay"
--------------------------
It felt.....so real
Her sandled feet, tapping quietly against the water worn planks, creating small puffs of steam that whisped up from the slightly charred footsteps, trailing along behind her. The heavy mist that clung to the condensation on her flaw specked tanned skin and the thick salty scented air, was nearly enough to make her forget the dry heat that infected her lungs a little over a week ago...when she was somewhere else. This was her home. She had missed it dearly, and today: her job was to protect it.....And this time, she wouldn't be alone.
He was there again. In fact he had been there for every mission since she got back, now that she thought about it.
Of course the young Chunin didn't mind it. Masanori had become a good friend in the days following Tenmei's return to Kiri. Helping her, sticking up for her when she had purposelfly missed the whspered leering. Even now as they walked to the border, shoulder to shoulder, close but not touching, it was setting her anxious mind at ease.
Needless to say, she was looking forward to spending some time with him, away from the chaos of the busy-body village.
To sit down and have a proper conversation, talk about what could have been, what was happening next while helping others to keep watch. Tenmei truly had missed these moments of peace.
....and then just like every other dream. It turned.
There were three of them.
Dark. Menacing. Creeping through the mist with an almost arrogant swagger as they approached the border of Kirigakure. It didn't take a jounin to see how much of a threat they posed to the village.
It was just the little things really. The scratch across the headband, confidently displaying his separation from his roots, the scent of blood on the knives he carried. Even the way the two accompanying members turned to him with almost adoring eyes, betraying their feelings to any observant outsiders, happening to look their way. The Sotsuji was not at all surprised to see the oldest member walking over to stake his claim despite the obvious risks to his life.....his team members life. And then...just like the reckless leader they all knew him to be....the Jounin attacked the leader with a cocky war cry, the others springing in to action, following his lead.
It was a shame that Masanori saw the danger when no one else did.
Such a shame that she was the only one who listened.....
And then everything went blurry.
It was all happening too fast. Red and silver streaks, flashed past her eyes, separating the scenes in her mind like a broken movie, crackling and freezing where the plot line counts while only showing her deleted scenes which her mind tried to forget. None of them stood a chance.
The Leader Jounin, the strongest one was the first to learn such, as he was reduced to primal meat every human was made from, right in front of the of the girl's horrified eyes, silencing the wrath that grew with her fire....and then Masanori. Despite his quick thinking, his wise words of warning, he too was felled by the athame claws of the demonic witch puppet, his chest cracking open in an array of red and blue.
One by one her friends, the hoplessly brave people around her, fell like tin soldiers along her neighbours back fence. By the time she had worked up the courage to step in…to save these people it was too late…..they were already gone. She was always....that little bit late.
Then.
It felt.....so real.
The first impact: The electricity had slammed in to her with the force of a cement truck, throwing her back so suddenly, so violently, that for those few moments, those seconds where she was thrown like a ragdoll through the air, Tenmei nearly forgot what had happened....but everything came rushing back with the unrelenting solidity of the wooden planks as they came up to meet her with all it's brutality. It was crazy how she could almost feel her ribs, her wrist, her legs and five other bones cracking under the sudden pressure. The agony was almost....euphoric.
But it didn't stop there. No the pain had only just started. First, there was the pressure on the fractures. A warm embrace that left a bitter feeling, a further throbbing through her broken body as the weight compressed down on her lungs . But then it changed. Searing. Burning. From shoulder to hip it was like someone was dragging live wire across her back....over and over again.
The worst part though, was after.
Lying down on the ground, Tenmei looked up at those golden, predatory eyes. Hungry for the worship he was so wrongfully robbed of, and so full of hate....it matched her own gaze perfectly. Did he turn away? Did he come back to finish her off? She didn't stay awake long enough to find out. The world started to blur at the edges, before slowly....slowly...it started to close in on itself....and then Tenmei faded off in to black. A deeper stage of sleep.
It was so far away, she wasn't sure if it was part of the dream or one of those distant memories. Either way: Tenmei could have sworn that she was being carried away. Lifted gently from the chilled breeze of the water side and in to the normal heaviness of the mist. After that it was just feelings.
Icy fingers pressed against the side of her neck, like narrow icicles feeling for a sign that her heart had not given up.
Concerned yelling close by, echoing orders that her hazy mind could not understand. There was the smell of fresh corpses, a new layer of that metallic crimson liquid. Nothing was more overpowering than the feather light touches brushing up against the tender parts of her torso, sending shooting pain up the side of her neck. This was the last thing she felt before her mind started to fall back in to that abyss once more. The closed walls of her child hood memories. The last thing Tenmei remembered was glimpsing the trees rushed passed as traveled on leaving that bad, terrible, haunting place behind.
-----------------------------------------------
"Quick! Get her in to the emergency room. Prepare for an infusion we might need it. And you. Find whoever you can that is not currently out drinking or on mission. Where are those clean towels. Medic!!"
She was lucky. Incredibly lucky.
It had been a pretty easy day at the hospital so far. Patients came, patients left, patients stuck around and argued that there was something wrong until they were blue in the face. I was all pretty routine.....That was until that ANBU had shown up.
He had showed up so suddenly and kicked through the door, near knocking it off it's hinges before heading straight for reception, pushing past the line of sniffle nosed paranoids and anxious mothers. Usually there would have been chaos. Yelling and arguing for the stranger to get back in the line. However this time no one said a word.
The blood soaked girl, hanging lifeless in his arms was a good excuse as any.
The special Jounin at the counter was nothing special. A lowly assistant to a younger medic, quite low on the food chain really. But even he knew, with his most basic medical knowledge that the young looking female was in trouble. Sure, they said they had stabilized her...that they had covered the wound and attempted to stem the bleeding. This however would never been good enough for this amount of damage. Stabilsing was a far cry to actually healing her....
And without healing, she would die. No way a person could lose that amount of blood and survive without professional help.
Lying her down on the uninjured side, they were able to see the full extent of her injuries. The long gash that cut deep in to her shoulder blade, right across her back, slicing in to one of the processes of her spine. It continued across to join at the base of the older burns on her opposite hip. That seemed to be the worse of her injuries.
There was hardly a patch on her skin below the girls neck, that wasn't tinted by blue and purple splotches. Only the red lines of electrical burns hidden beneath the blood, was there as proof of what caused all this damage.
"Where are my medics?! We are losing her"