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Entry tags:
- !public: accidental,
- + video,
- actually missing people,
- goddamn massacre,
- has a weird way of handling shit,
- i hate my pcd,
- just a little lonely,
- missing the parents,
- out brooding,
- sleep? what's that?,
- that time of year,
- ✉ akira inugami,
- ✉ alphonse elric,
- ✉ haruno sakura,
- ✉ hitsugaya toushirou,
- ✉ hyuuga hinata,
- ✉ unohana retsu,
- ✉ vincent valentine,
- ✉ winry rockbell,
- ✉ zuko
百四; 「accidental video」
[When the feed starts, nothing can really be seen. It's dark out, time stamp stating 2:30 am. Someone couldn't sleep, it looks like.
After a couple of minutes, the PCD adjusts to the lack of lighting, and one can barely make out the illumination of Sasuke's feet with the sound of soft rain in the background. He sees the glow and picks it up, the dead grass beneath him rustling at the movement. As he moved the PCD, there's a quick flash - albeit it dimly lit thanks to the device - of a tombstone. There's one character that can be seen during this: う.
When the PCD turns over and shows Sasuke's face, it's completely blank, void of all emotion right before he turns it off.
It's that time of year again.]
After a couple of minutes, the PCD adjusts to the lack of lighting, and one can barely make out the illumination of Sasuke's feet with the sound of soft rain in the background. He sees the glow and picks it up, the dead grass beneath him rustling at the movement. As he moved the PCD, there's a quick flash - albeit it dimly lit thanks to the device - of a tombstone. There's one character that can be seen during this: う.
When the PCD turns over and shows Sasuke's face, it's completely blank, void of all emotion right before he turns it off.
It's that time of year again.]
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Then, he's gone. Sorry, Hitsugaya, but that's something he does not tolerate at all.]
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Once again, he searched for the shinobi's energy signature, closing the umbrella as he moved into shunpo.]
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Where is he? Everywhere and nowhere. He's sent out two clones, to distract Hitsugaya, while he runs as far south as his legs can carry him in his state.]
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Oi!
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Running. I'm not in the mood, Hitsugaya.
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Whether you're in the mood or not, you know this is the opposite of what you need to be doing.
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[How did it always come down to those two words? To say his voice was strained was an understatement.]
Go. Home. I won't go near the damn house.
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[And that's where he starts running off again.]
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Uchiha!
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Again, he'd been played by one of those damn clones. Again, it had cost him precious time. How pathetic was that? Arguing with an illusion. Always with the damn illusions.
He stepped out of shunpo no more than a meter away from Sasuke. Seeing him on the ground was not good.]
Uchiha!
[Could he get up on his own?]
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As soon as he was on far enough - Hitsugaya's arms wrapped under his knees, his head over Hitsugaya's shoulder - the young shinigami made a beeline for the house in the opposite corner of the city. After all, he'd said he'd rather spend the night there rather than the clinic. Any turn for the worse, however, and he'd send the shinobi to Unohana-taichou in a heart beat.
For now, he just needed to get the other boy someplace warm and dry.]
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Once he made it to the house, he shifted Sasuke's weight ever so slightly to free one of his hands. He opened the door and made his way in without bothering to close it behind him. The entrance way would get wet, but that was the last thing on his mind. Hinamori and Matsumoto would probably still be asleep upstairs, so he stayed on the ground floor, setting Sasuke down on the couch before moving to the stairs to grab one of the blankets.
It was only when he came back with the blanket, and fully took in Sasuke's state that it clicked that the Uchiha would not get any warmer, blanket or not, so long as he remained in those sopping wet clothes. For several seconds, he stood stock still, a heavy pink beginning to overcome his face. This ... was the sort of thing he usually left to other people. But right then, there were no other people. Only him and a thoroughly soaked ninja.
After he made up his mind to get it over with, he moved with less hesitation, but that beet red hue didn't go away as he began to methodically pull at the dark blue hem, putting an arm under the other boy's back so that he could lift him off the sofa to remove the shirt ... and reveal the scars beneath.]
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But it didn't take long for Hitsugaya to focus himself once more. As if running on autopilot, he threw away the ruined bandages and silently grabbed a towel and some of Sasuke's clothes. When he returned he used the towel to dry off the other boy's torso and arms before pulling on a button up shirt. After that, off came the pants, but his mind still on those scars, this time there was no blush, no embarrassment. He dried off Sasuke's lower half, and zipped up a pair of pants. That'd be interesting for Sasuke when he woke up - no bandages over his scars and no underwear either. But the young shinigami only draped the blanket over Sasuke, roughing the towel through his hair once before hanging it out to dry in the (unusable) bathroom.
He didn't say a word (who would he say it to?) until several minutes later, when he came back to the main room to close the door.]
...I'm sorry.
[And he promptly ducked upstairs. What had that thought been? About getting sleep? Ha. So much for that.]