Seijuro groaned, pain wracking his whole body. His throat was dry and he could barely open his eyes. His eyes had a hard time adjusting to the light and his body was heavy, almost yelling in pain as a sharp pain on his side because increasingly painful the more he tried to move. Once his eyes finished adjusting, he scanned his surroundings, looking to find anything he could use as a weapon. He was in what seemed like a wooden cabin. The room was quite small, only including a bed, a nightstand with a lamp and a dresser. He took the glass of water from the nightstand, bringing it up to his chapped lips and tilting his head back in an attempt to drink it.
'It's shameful,' Seijuro thought, his hands tightly gripping the cup. 'The crown prince of Rakuzan, losing against the likes of Haizaki.' The last thing he remembered was fighting against the kingdom of Fukuda Sogo and coming face to face with the King himself, Shogo, Haizaki. He remembered the pain of a sword going through his body and the horrified faces of his comrades. He didn't know how he got here and it certainly didn't look familiar. He expected the marble walls of his castle and the comfort of a bed that was made for a prince. This place was definitely not his castle.
He heard footsteps approach, a small voice humming to a song. He got up despite the pain he was in and limped towards the door, hiding behind it and getting ready to jump the person that came through. The door creaked open and a pale, baby blue haired boy walked through carrying a transparent white box filled with medical supplies. The humming stopped as the boy gasped, realizing that Seijuro was no longer on the bed, dropping the box in the process. He took the chance to strike, grabbing the boy from behind and slamming him against the floor. The boy yelped, looking up at Seijuro in fear as his fist went up, about to punch him.
"Tetsuya!" A voice yelled, as well as the loud barks of a dog. Seijuro looked up, a sword pointed right at him. "'Let him go. You're in no position to fight." The dark haired male glared at him, his posture showing that he was a skilled swordsman. As skilled as Seijuro was in fighting, he knew when he was at a disadvantage. He slowly let go of the boy, slowly backing away from the man. The man helped the boy back up, asking if he was okay.
"Please, we don't want to hurt you," Tetsuya spoke, his voice small and timid. "We found you terribly injured a few days ago and brought you here. I've been taking tending to your wounds ever since. All I want to do is change your bandages, as well as close the wound that you reopened." Seijuro raised an eyebrow, cautiously sitting back on the bed, watching Tetsuya carefully as he picked up the medical supplies and pulled up a chair in front of him. "We'll be alright, Tatsuya. Please leave me with him."
The dark haired man left, still glaring at Seijuro, while the dog ran to Tetsuya's side, wagging his tail as he stared up at Seijuro. "Sorry about Tatsuya. He meant no harm. He was just trying to protect me," Tetsuya said, carefully unwrapping the gauze around Seijuro's waist.
"Who are you?" Seijuro asked, wincing in pain even at the gentlest of touch. "And where am I?"
"Kuroko, Tetsuya," he replied, taking cotton balls and slowly dabbing around the large gash on his side that started bleeding again. "You're in my home in the town of Seirin and this little guy beside me is Nigou." The dog barked in response, his tongue hanging out. He eyed Tetsuya up and down as he started stitching him back up.
"I'm Seijuro," he introduced. "You said you found me and took care of me?"
Tetsuya nodded, a smile on his face. "You gave me Taiga and I quite a fright," he said. "We thought you were dead with the amount of injuries you had. I'm surprised you're still alive." Tetsuya started rewrapping his side with fresh gauze, tying it gently at the end.
"Thank you," Seijuro paused. "And I would also like to apologize for my actions."
"Don't worry," Tetsuya smiled, changing the gauze on his shoulder. "I understand why you reacted the way you did. Anyone would if they woke up in a place that they didn't know." Once Tetsuya was done tending to his wounds, he started packing everything back in the bin and set it to the side. He walked over to the dresser, picking up a pair of neatly folded clothes stacked on top. "You can go ahead and change into these and after you can meet me outside and I'll have some food ready for you by then. You must be starving." He placed the clothes beside Seijuro before leaving the room, Nigou trailing behind him.
Ayyee short chapter. Next chapter will be longer, promise!