My first Deadman fic! Yay!

Contains: Character whump, blood (duh) xD, swearing.

Pairings: None (although there might be slight GantaxShiro)

Enjoy~

Ganta awoke with a groan. He blinked quickly and his eyes widened as they roamed over to his alarm clock. 10:30! Shit! He told Senji he was going to train with him at 8. Godamnit. He overslept.
He sat up quickly but immediately regretted that decision. His vision swam and he felt undeniably dizzy. Odd. He had certainly gotten enough sleep last night and hadn't been in a Carnival Corpse since he fought Hummingbird.
Even so, he felt some underlying feeling of dread.

Shaking it off he stood and went through the morning preparations: quickly brushing his teeth, hair, and dressing in his uniform.

He quickly exited his room and went down the hallway. He knocked twice on Senji's door, but it wasn't open. Hmm. Next guess was the training room. He rounded the corner and was greeted with the same scenario. Empty.

He turned around and was slammed into by an object, no, a person. All white. Shiro.

He quickly reached an arm out to the wall to balance himself and raised an eyebrow at the girl who was glomping him.

"Ganta! Ganta! I missed you!"

"I just saw you yesterday, Shiro..."

"Yeah! But that was so long ago! Let's go play a game!"

"I can't Shiro, I have to find Senji."

She made a show of pouting and folded her arms over her chest with a huff.

"But Gaaaaantaaaa I wanna play!"

He simply walked by her, he'd play later, training was important. He was gonna need it for the day he would confront the Redman.

Soundlessly he walked through the hallway, receiving glares, stares, and smiles from various inmates.

He spotted Senji leaning against a wall sipping a soda. "Well well well, look who decided to show up."

Ganta stared at the ground. "I'm sorry...I overslept and-"

Senji rolled his eyes. "Save it kid, let's just get to it already."

Ganta nodded and jogged after his mentor.

"Again!"

Ganta sighed and bit the side of his thumb with a wince, letting the blood fall freely and form a tendril.

He poised the coil and aimed it at a punching bag and fired only, it whizzed by the intended target by 3 feet and hit the wall with a crash.

Senji raised an eyebrow. He could hit it any other day, what's up with him?

He walked forward and looked the kid up and down.
He didn't really look...good...

Sweat clung to his forehead and he was pretty pale..but he was probably getting a little anemic, nothing to worry about, right?

Senji sliced the sides of his arms and formed his signature blades.

"Alright kid, let's try some hand-to hand."

Ganta took a deep breath and nodded, taking a fighting stance.

Senji came at him with a smirk, opening with an easily dodgeable attack, aimed at his chest.

Only, he didn't dodge.

His blade collided with the front of Ganta's uniform, luckily only tearing it but still causing a small cut to form as a splatter of blood came from the wound.

It was what happened immediately after that worried Senji.

The kid just fell over.

He landed right on his back and didn't move.

Senji hurried over and bent down to give him a hand. "Shit kid, I thought you'd dodge it..."

He stopped when he noticed his eyes were closed.

Sweat littered his face and his hair was messily pressed to it, his chest was rising and falling unnaturally fast and there was small red patches forming on his cheeks.

Senji paled.

Oh fuck.

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