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Thanks for the review, by the way, Neko-san :)
Todays is a bit angst-ish.. but I wanted some friendly bonding time for them (so they won't kill each other in next chapters - they tend to do that, when I'm not looking)
Writting this I was in a company of a Nirvana songs You are just the one (which someone just had to go and stuck into my head) and Hearth shaped box.
Pain.
Pain, pain, pain.
Pain.
His body hurts.
…
As well as his head. And arms and legs and just whole his damned body!
Genma groans out his frustration and tries to roll over to get better position on his bed.
He somehow managed to lay on his belly with his arms under his chest,- they hurt – and his own damned senbon hurting his mouth, being stuck in the mattress.
He moves his arm carefully – hurts – and takes the senbon out of his mouth. He drops it to his right, where he knows is his night-table. He is surprised to hear a soft 'clank' of the light metal hitting the floor.
Missed. What an idiot.
Genma sighs, which – hurts – is rather difficult, since his whole weigh is pushing against his stomach and chest. He untangles his second arm – hurts – and pushes himself against the fabric, rolling over to – nothing – the other side of the bed – nothing – which seems not to be there.
He falls.
The fact makes him scream in a panicked voice and he tries to move his hand to cover his head, but it – hurts – is not possible. He is too slow.
His eyes are violently jerked open just when his back connects with the floor, making him winded and gasping for breath.
"Shiranui-san? Are you alright?" he hears a voice, but the words don't make sense.
He has to breath. Breath, breath, breath. He needs to. Or else he will die.
"Coming in."
Genma closes his eyes again, breath. But his body doesn't hurt anymore. Maybe he will just go and die. It's rather painless.
"Oh. What are you.." the voice is there again. Is that some Kami? Did he die? He doesn't want to open his eyes. If he died, why is he still trying to breath?
Suddenly he feels light touch under his neck, between his collarbones. It's getting more strong, adding a pressure, and suddenly it – hurts – hurts just a little, tiny bit, and he can breath, breath, breath.
Genma gasp for the air feeling his lungs hurt and his eyes are gathering tears and he can breath and strong arms are helping him to sit up and he. Can. Breath.
"You alright?" Genma opens his eyes again, understanding that the voice wasn't his imagination, and tries to find the someone who had helped him, and who is so nicely, wonderfully warm.
Iruka. Of course. Who else. If there is someone he doesn't want to see him like this, it's Umino, or Raido. But Rai already has. So that leaves.. who? Just the one who is now looking at him with a worried expression, waiting for him to say something, so just say something.
"mm'kay." Genma tries to push Iruka's hands away, but he is weak and his movements – hurt – are slow. "Go 'way.." he pleases weakly, wishing to be left alone to die.
"Not until I get you to bed, you are tired." the warm voice, known as Umino Iruka, informs him calmly and Genma wonders if he will have enough chakra left to transport himself somewhere where no one will ever find him, and he would be able to lick his wounds.
No. Probably not.
Hell – he wouldn't even be able to transport back on the couch.
Which wasn't his bed. That's why he managed to fall down on a floor and get his breath knocked out of him. A jounin! Defeated by his own couch, which refused to be a bed.
"Couch's fault. Not mine." Genma whispers defensively and rather childishly leaning against the hands supporting him. They were – warm – easing his pain and exhaustion.
"Of course. I never even thought otherwise." answers the sensei, who knows that's really, really stupid to argue with a lunatic or a child.
And the jounin was kind of both. Up to that degree, it was actually fascinating.
"Now, I will have to pick you up to get you to bed, so don't panic, don't scream or anything, don't puncture me with a senbon and don't fight."
Genma chuckles silently, because laughing – hurts – is not really comfortable right now.
"Senbon!" he whispers urgently when he feels himself being picked up against Iruka's – warmth – chest. He doesn't have his eyes open anymore, but he knows Iruka is rolling his eyes.
"I have it." the sensei murmurs back giving last look the scroll he left on Shiranui's table, before walking towards the door he suspects leads to the jounin's bedroom.
"Is it always like this?" Iruka asks softly, while kicking the door open.
Ha – bedroom, good.
The jounin is silent for a moment, before answering:
"No. I had a mission." Talking hurts. But he has to say it. Explain, explain to Iruka. "Had only two hours to rest after it. Before shift. I didn't take my mask off,.. in between. Thought it's a good idea."
"And it wasn't." Iruka sighs and lowers the jounin on his bed, tucking him securely into the blankets. "Rest. I will come back later." The sensei stands up to leave, but Genma's hand catches his sleeve, tugging him back.
"Stay. It's cold. You are warm." he whispers and Iruka can see the silent fear, the darkness caused by nightmares, in the jounin's half-opened eyes, so he agrees.
"'key. But after you wakes up we have to talk about something." A mission and, more precisely, some idiot who managed to screw it up.
Genma nods his head lightly, not even knowing what he agreed to. He doesn't care.
Iruka is warm.
And right there.
Maybe, just maybe, he will be able to sleep without dreams for once.
Maybe not, but he can hope, that if he has dreams, they will be pleasant.
And warm.
As usual: Hope you liked it, you can review :P
Bye and have a nice day,
me.
