Shikai looked around. All black. By his side was someone he knew to be an ally. In front of him formed a a shapeless mass of chakra, the kind he had never seen before. It had these horrible red eyes. It stared right into Shikais very soul and he found himself looking away from it. Looking down. Oh good he still had his pants on. Pants? Why was that important. Everything faded to a white haze.
Shikai opened his eyes. He was in pain all over. He was hooked up to an IV. Apparently he had been dehydrated and needed a saline solution. As he moved he felt that he had a broken rib. He was lying on his back. Quite comfy all things considered. Seems he had been brought to the hospital, though he didn't remember much of it. Where was he before this happened and what exactly happened. Licking his teeth he found grains of sand stuck to his gums.
Oh right, the beach. We were following someone who knocked out two guards at the gate.
Shikai turned his head to the right. He could feel the muscles ache from exposure to strong currents. To his right Kurokawa was still unconscious, or at least he thought she was. Her eyes were closed. No blindfold on them though. It was places next to her on the portable table doubling as a night stand. His own table had a little cup with water in it and a spit tray. He slowly moved his arm to grab the cup. His arm was shaking and his muscles were not happy with suddenly being called to work. He used half of the water to rinse out the sand in his mouth and spit it in the tray. The other half he drank. The sooner he could take in fluids himself the sooner he would be free of the drop.
After drinking he leaned back and stared at the celling. White lamps. Not too pleasant to look at but then again maybe that was just because clinically white light reminded everyone of the hospital. He checked his own face. No mask like yesterday. No headgear either. His blue eye patch covering his green eye and hiding his Heterochromia was not there. Then again the hospital would not care that he had one blue eye like his mother and one green eye like his father. The memory of him seemed to vague by now. He would have to go visit the grave some time soon.
Oh right, I had a Snapshot running. Easy way to know what I did last night
Shikai went through the footage only to relive his latest nightmare. It seemed the memory had been partially erased and all that was left was this red eyed chakra cloud and the fading to white. A snip with the guards at the gate was slip viewable but parts both before and after that had taken a hit from his most recent attempt to be a Shinobi. What an excuse for an ANBU he turned out to be.
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[WC: 513]
Shikai opened his eyes. He was in pain all over. He was hooked up to an IV. Apparently he had been dehydrated and needed a saline solution. As he moved he felt that he had a broken rib. He was lying on his back. Quite comfy all things considered. Seems he had been brought to the hospital, though he didn't remember much of it. Where was he before this happened and what exactly happened. Licking his teeth he found grains of sand stuck to his gums.
Oh right, the beach. We were following someone who knocked out two guards at the gate.
Shikai turned his head to the right. He could feel the muscles ache from exposure to strong currents. To his right Kurokawa was still unconscious, or at least he thought she was. Her eyes were closed. No blindfold on them though. It was places next to her on the portable table doubling as a night stand. His own table had a little cup with water in it and a spit tray. He slowly moved his arm to grab the cup. His arm was shaking and his muscles were not happy with suddenly being called to work. He used half of the water to rinse out the sand in his mouth and spit it in the tray. The other half he drank. The sooner he could take in fluids himself the sooner he would be free of the drop.
After drinking he leaned back and stared at the celling. White lamps. Not too pleasant to look at but then again maybe that was just because clinically white light reminded everyone of the hospital. He checked his own face. No mask like yesterday. No headgear either. His blue eye patch covering his green eye and hiding his Heterochromia was not there. Then again the hospital would not care that he had one blue eye like his mother and one green eye like his father. The memory of him seemed to vague by now. He would have to go visit the grave some time soon.
Oh right, I had a Snapshot running. Easy way to know what I did last night
Shikai went through the footage only to relive his latest nightmare. It seemed the memory had been partially erased and all that was left was this red eyed chakra cloud and the fading to white. A snip with the guards at the gate was slip viewable but parts both before and after that had taken a hit from his most recent attempt to be a Shinobi. What an excuse for an ANBU he turned out to be.
[MFT]
[WC: 513]