Misery has a name [PLOT]

[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] WORDS 685 TAGGED fuku NOTES 5015/5000 i've been a bad, bad girl ♥ what i need is a good defense 'cause i'm feeling like a criminal Iku dared to take a little peek at the wound out of the corner of her eye, and an intense nausea overtook her, nearly making her throw up. Seeing someone else covered in blood, or yourself covered in someone else's blood, well, that was one thing. Seeing yourself covered in your own blood, that was entirely different. Especially when there was so much of it and it just kept flowing... She closed her eyes, not wanting to look at all the blood any longer. The chunin was beginning to internally panic a little, enough that Fuku's comment didn't even register. With such a serious-looking wound, she didn't think that the man could just patch it up himself. But surely it wasn't serious enough that she would die from it or anything... lose a lot of blood, surely, but not die. Oh. Wait. Scratch that. Fuku was freaking out. And Fuku did not freak out over non-life-threatening injuries. Well, shit. Today was just turning out to be the worst day ever, wasn't it? First Kyoko, then Iku had to go and be an idiot and provoke Fuku enough that he fused with his sword and bit her - apparently nicking a major vein in the process, according to the man - and probably drained a fair bit of her chakra, too. Wonderful. She hissed under her breath as Fuku picked her up; she guessed there wasn't really any time for him to situate her in a comfortable position, which only served to freak her out a little more. Iku clung to the swordsman as best she could as he ran, not bothering to open her eyes to see the world blue past. After all, she didn't want to puke everywhere. That couldn't help anything. They reached the hospital after what had seemed like an eternity to the injured chunin, but had probably in reality been quite speedy. Ugh. Iku hated hospitals. They were so bright and sterile and white and everything smelled funny and it was absolutely not the place she ever wanted to end up. But it was better than being dead, so she wasn't going to complain. Much. The iryou-nin that was working on her was a pretty talkative fellow. He was probably saying something important, but hell, she couldn't concentrate on his words and they were totally lost to her. Iku was trying to focus on freaking out less - it wasn't just that she disliked hospitals, and who had ever heard of anyone liking hospitals anyway, but she tended to panic a little just being inside one, let alone being the patient... By the time the iryou-nin had finished his work, she was totally out of it. - - - A while later, she woke up in a nice, comfy bed that definitely didn't smell like it belonged in a hospital. Once she had shaken off some of that groggy feeling and taken a look around, she realized that that was because she wasn't in the hospital anymore, and thank the gods for that. Fuku's apartment, probably - well, it wasn't hers, and she didn't know of any other place that the swordsman would bring her. Iku pulled the shirt over her head and then fluffed her hair up a little. She didn't even want to look in a mirror right now to see what sort of state it was in, for she was sure it was an utter disaster, but a disaster that she didn't have the energy to deal with right now. The girl took Kubikiribouchou and headed down the stairs, taking a good look at the place. It was a really nice apartment; probably picked out by Kyoko, because there was no way Fuku had enough style to pick something like this. She found a safe place to set her sword down and then seated herself right next to Fuku on the couch - probably in his personal space, but she didn't care. He could deal with it, seeing as he'd just about managed to kill her. Of course, a lot of that was her fault too, but whatever.

[Hayate Fuku]

His body was very much still while his mind was awake- when Iku came down, he didn't move- just like in the training field. She sat down next to him, underneath his arm, almost close enough to lean into his shoulder. When she sat, he didn't move for a couple more seconds. His head lifted up, and eyes opened- his hand came down onto her opposite shoulder and held her tightly. For the moment, this was the biggest sorry that she was going to get from him.

"Iku-"

He stopped. What was he even going to say? All he really wanted to do was speak about normal things that normal people did. But then again, he wasn't normal. He was the civil barbarian. Quite obviously that he had cut himself up, he stood up. "I've got to go get some paperwork to do my debriefing. Stay here, feel free to eat and drink whatever you feel." Fuku hoped she wouldn't press what he was going to say originally. Because for one, he didn't actually know what he was going to hear.

Grabbing one of his coats, and pulled it over his head, much akin to a Shihakushō. Going to the door behind the couch they sat on, Fuku spoke. "Iku, I'm sorry." he opened up the door, and turned back again. "Kyoko-chan's stuff is upstairs, sort yourself out, if you need." and he exited with a smooth click of the door.

He exited the building, quite literally going to get some documents. Some of them were the things that he had documented while on the mission, some of the things that Kyoko did herself- but he could deal with that. It took about an hour before he got to the building, his things, and to get back to his apartment. Majority of the time was aimlessly wandering, hands in pockets as he decided what to get first. Stopping in the market was one of the first things, as he just wanted to grab some fruit for himself to munch whilst on the way; before going to the main mission building. He spent roughly fifteen minutes in there, talking to the secretary and informing her of Kyoko's death, as well as following certain procedures. Later, probably tomorrow he'd have to go back to sort out more of the other... legal issues. Moreso getting a funeral done.

Finally having gotten back to his apartment, he opened up the door with a click, and shut it softly behind him without so much of a sound. Slipping off his Shinobi boots, and coat he looked around- not seeing Iku.

Probably upstairs.

and so he left it at that, done any small chores that he could, poured himself a glass of tasteless water and stood around- thinking of what to do. There was no need for alcohol, much less would he smoke inside the house. So he stepped outside, onto the balcony- where he would light up a cigarette and put his glass onto the mahogany table, and just drag away whilst he stared out.

Oh so aimlessly.

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5048 words/5000 = PLOT#1 finished

plot #2 commencing as soon as it is approved