Healing Touches
Medics are to help any patient that comes into their care, whether allies or enemies. They both honored this rule as they took on the title of medic-nin. That was their duty, after all.
They didn't expect to, one day, help one another with wounds they have given each other. She healed his as he healed hers. Scars faded with healing touches from one another, just as faded as their "friendly" past was.
Scars and wounds disappear then came the cloth, washing away the blood from their limbs. He washed his as he washed hers. The cloth became red from their healing touches, just as red as the hot anger boiling within.
Scars and wounds disappear and the cloth put away, they stand, the title of enemies coming back into play. With a glare to one another, they walk away, in hopes they never see each other again in this condition. And sadly, if they did, they knew what they had to do.
It was their duty, after all.
Now this story may look familiar, but that's because it is. This was the first story from 2008-52, my now-suspended collection of one-shots. I have chosen several of one-shots from it and turned them into separate stories as I couldn't keep up with updating due to school and work. So hopefully enjoy these select favorites from 2008-52 while I try to fit in updates of Hey Sound! and Joys of Fatherhood into my busy schedule, along with a new KabuSaku one-shot songfic.