Hi, I hope you like this just a small fic for anyone interested, thanks for reading, K.M.
He never did ask why
He never did ask why.
He just accepted the fact that it happened and lived with it. It wasn't as if it were a tremendous burden to him.
Helping a comrade in any way he could would always be a priority over how practical helping would be. He could not sit and watch as someone struggled and he could help.
He never looked either, an unspoken acceptance of privacy for his comrade. He knew that he could if he ever dared look but that wasn't his nature. If anyone else knew of his situation they would take the chance.
Secrecy was the other thing he prided himself on. He may be the most open shinobi in the village but he could keep a secret, especially one like this. The only person who could get him to spill, at once with the right question, was the Hokage. However they had yet to ask.
He always marvelled in how someone could get so heavily beaten up and yet take out any number of s-ranked criminals in that condition. He wondered what he would do if he were in that situation.
I would probably be knocked out and rescued by him; I couldn't do what he does.
The marks left from previous battles were now a memorised map, something that only came with time doing this 'job'. He knew when there was a new wound instantly but it didn't scare him.
He never knew why however, many people would hate the sight of flesh like that even in the shinobi world. They would begin to wonder why they continued even through all those battles. But he didn't think it as a hideous mark on flesh, each mark told a story of protecting the village, something he was very grateful for.
Mind you people then remember who they are looking at and take a greater interest in prying into the secretive life...
Never certain why they didn't go to the hospital for he was no medic nin but at the same time he knew it was trust and secrecy. He knew it was because he accepted it and didn't ask questions unless necessary.
He smiled as he finished his work cleaning the wounds and turned away as his comrade replaced his top.
He was never one to pry in the lives of others...well except maybe Naruto's. He knew that if someone wanted him to know something they would tell him.
He lived to help. He didn't want any trouble as many could overpower him and hurt him without batting an eyelash. He knew that the trust people held in him however prevented that from happening.
He wandered into the bathroom to pack away the med kit and wash his hands. He knew like always there would be no man in his living room when he went back. It frustrated him that he couldn't offer more hospitality to him but it was part of the daily regime now.
He wandered back to make sure anyway and found the customary "thank you" note on his coffee table along with a small dolphin trinket from the place his comrade had just come from.
He smiled and put them with the rest of the notes and items before going to make a cup of tea.
He never did ask why but that didn't stop him from wondering and maybe that in its self held an element of hope that prevented the questions falling from his mouth.
Maybe but he would never ask to find out.