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endless_scrolls) wrote2009-12-21 11:29 pm
endless_scrolls) wrote2009-12-21 11:29 pm
Working Out the Kinks
Title: Working Out the Kinks
Type: Not-So-Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: Accidents Happen [ Wordcount: 762 ]
Character(s): Tenten, Uchiha Sasuke; brief mentions of Yakushi Kabuto
Pairing(s): None.
Warning(s): None... really.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Based on a plot idea originally made for the RP community of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
circleobetrayal that eventually inspired the fic 'Inheritance of Betrayal.' Theme borrowed from 30_tortures. Inspired by Episode 138 of Naruto Shippuuden.
Dedicated to:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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When she opened her eyes, Tenten found herself in the base's infirmary. Or what could possibly pass as one when the entire complex was hidden underground. -- It was not much by normal standards, but considering what they had to work with, it was still fairly impressive. -- After all, the kunoichi had been there enough times to recognize it almost instantly by heart. But it was not the familiar shadows playing across the ceiling that tipped her off. Nor was it the distinct smell of sterile instruments that flowed with each inhaled breath. No. What confirmed her suspicions about where she was, even before she had opened her eyes, had been the steady beep of the heart monitor beside the bed. A constant rhythm that reached even the dark corners of her clouded conscious.
It was the only indication that Tenten was still alive, and she clung to the sound like a lifeline. Because it meant that she had not died during their last spar. That she had survived one more day.
Barely, she wordlessly reminded herself, closing her eyes to the world for a brief moment until the wave of nausea passed. And then the kunoichi was glancing about, taking in her surroundings to assess the full situation. The first shift of movement brought attention to the oxygen mask strapped over her mouth and nose. Which accounted for the strange pressure over her chin and cheeks. And then came a searing pain centered at the base of her neck. One that seemed to send a small spasm through her entire nervous system. Expected, the kunoichi supposed. Especially when you come within a hair of getting hit by lightning.
When the discomfort subsided enough, the young woman continued her silent assessment. Only to see a dark shadow approaching from the other side of the room. Kabuto, she had initially thought. This was his sanctuary, after all, second only to the laboratories where he conducted his many experimentations. -- That was a place Tenten hoped and prayed she would never wake up in. -- But instead of seeing the good doctor's be-speckled face, the kunoichi's mind registered Sasuke's silhouette coming into view. With a few notable sheets of paper in his grip.
"You know... he hates it when you go through his files," she said softly, chuckling with a rasp and a few coughs.
Sasuke merely fixed her with a neutral expression; his usual default in most situations, the kunoichi discovered.
He wanted to be like that? Fine. She could be serious too. "What does it say?"
"...Mild nerve damage." And Tenten watched wordlessly as his eyes flickered skeptically at what she could only guess were some really nasty looking injuries that she had sustained. "Nothing he believes can't be restored."
"Mm." Moving as little as possible, the kunoichi nodded in understanding. There was hope for recovery. There was a chance that they could continue with their plans as scheduled. All was not lost just yet. There was still reason for Tenten not to regret her decision to help him.
And in that instance, the air flowing into the mask became all too stifling. The strap keeping it in place all too restricting. But even more so was how heavy her arm felt when she made to remove it. Like lead weights pressing down on every single muscle of her arm. Her hand. Right down to the very tip of her fingers as they slide the plastic dome away from Tenten's nose and mouth -- and the kunoichi felt her eye twitch at the small glimpse of the damage she got from the look of her hand -- so that she could speak clearly. Could breathe in something fresh instead of artificial before speaking. "So... That was Kirin."
As expected, the Uchiha averted his eyes elsewhere and avoided her gaze. Which translated out to embarrassment. And perhaps... guilt. Although she suspected he would never admit to it.
A moment passed -- a slow inhale and exhale of breath -- before Tenten ventured forth for an answer. "It was stronger than you anticipated... wasn't it?"
Another breath. Another instance before he nodded in confirmation.
"...Well. Now we know for next time." To which the young shinobi could only snap his attention back on her with a look that seemed to be a mix of disbelief, surprise, and... a bit of respect.
Because that was what spars were for. To develop and map out a technique to perfection before the could be put into use in the field. Or in this case, in vengeance.
Type: Not-So-Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: Accidents Happen [ Wordcount: 762 ]
Character(s): Tenten, Uchiha Sasuke; brief mentions of Yakushi Kabuto
Pairing(s): None.
Warning(s): None... really.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Based on a plot idea originally made for the RP community of
circleobetrayal that eventually inspired the fic 'Inheritance of Betrayal.' Theme borrowed from 30_tortures. Inspired by Episode 138 of Naruto Shippuuden. Dedicated to:
its_game_timeWhen she opened her eyes, Tenten found herself in the base's infirmary. Or what could possibly pass as one when the entire complex was hidden underground. -- It was not much by normal standards, but considering what they had to work with, it was still fairly impressive. -- After all, the kunoichi had been there enough times to recognize it almost instantly by heart. But it was not the familiar shadows playing across the ceiling that tipped her off. Nor was it the distinct smell of sterile instruments that flowed with each inhaled breath. No. What confirmed her suspicions about where she was, even before she had opened her eyes, had been the steady beep of the heart monitor beside the bed. A constant rhythm that reached even the dark corners of her clouded conscious.
It was the only indication that Tenten was still alive, and she clung to the sound like a lifeline. Because it meant that she had not died during their last spar. That she had survived one more day.
Barely, she wordlessly reminded herself, closing her eyes to the world for a brief moment until the wave of nausea passed. And then the kunoichi was glancing about, taking in her surroundings to assess the full situation. The first shift of movement brought attention to the oxygen mask strapped over her mouth and nose. Which accounted for the strange pressure over her chin and cheeks. And then came a searing pain centered at the base of her neck. One that seemed to send a small spasm through her entire nervous system. Expected, the kunoichi supposed. Especially when you come within a hair of getting hit by lightning.
When the discomfort subsided enough, the young woman continued her silent assessment. Only to see a dark shadow approaching from the other side of the room. Kabuto, she had initially thought. This was his sanctuary, after all, second only to the laboratories where he conducted his many experimentations. -- That was a place Tenten hoped and prayed she would never wake up in. -- But instead of seeing the good doctor's be-speckled face, the kunoichi's mind registered Sasuke's silhouette coming into view. With a few notable sheets of paper in his grip.
"You know... he hates it when you go through his files," she said softly, chuckling with a rasp and a few coughs.
Sasuke merely fixed her with a neutral expression; his usual default in most situations, the kunoichi discovered.
He wanted to be like that? Fine. She could be serious too. "What does it say?"
"...Mild nerve damage." And Tenten watched wordlessly as his eyes flickered skeptically at what she could only guess were some really nasty looking injuries that she had sustained. "Nothing he believes can't be restored."
"Mm." Moving as little as possible, the kunoichi nodded in understanding. There was hope for recovery. There was a chance that they could continue with their plans as scheduled. All was not lost just yet. There was still reason for Tenten not to regret her decision to help him.
And in that instance, the air flowing into the mask became all too stifling. The strap keeping it in place all too restricting. But even more so was how heavy her arm felt when she made to remove it. Like lead weights pressing down on every single muscle of her arm. Her hand. Right down to the very tip of her fingers as they slide the plastic dome away from Tenten's nose and mouth -- and the kunoichi felt her eye twitch at the small glimpse of the damage she got from the look of her hand -- so that she could speak clearly. Could breathe in something fresh instead of artificial before speaking. "So... That was Kirin."
As expected, the Uchiha averted his eyes elsewhere and avoided her gaze. Which translated out to embarrassment. And perhaps... guilt. Although she suspected he would never admit to it.
A moment passed -- a slow inhale and exhale of breath -- before Tenten ventured forth for an answer. "It was stronger than you anticipated... wasn't it?"
Another breath. Another instance before he nodded in confirmation.
"...Well. Now we know for next time." To which the young shinobi could only snap his attention back on her with a look that seemed to be a mix of disbelief, surprise, and... a bit of respect.
Because that was what spars were for. To develop and map out a technique to perfection before the could be put into use in the field. Or in this case, in vengeance.
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...Awesome. :DDD