"Uh, God, Touya's right! I needa quit drinkin' so much sake! Messes wit'ya sumat awful!" said Jin as he woke up somewhere in the middle of a forest. He scarcely knew where he was, though, eventually, he remembered- Hanging Neck Island, his team had just been defeated, "God, was it yesterday? Uh, this is awful! I never had so bada hangover afore!" Jin scowled, got up, not just a little shakily, and looked for something to drink to clear his head. Stumbling, he quickly changed his course for a nearby bush and threw up. He winced, spat, and continued looking for something to drink, though now more fervently than before.
Finding a small river, he quite nearly fell next to it, in his eagerness to drink, and nearly drank the entire river. Quenching his thirst for the moment, he sat up and rested his head in his hands, wondering how long it would take before his hangover passed this time. He vaguely wondered where Touya was, at first just because Touya would have helped his headache go away, then because he wanted to see the pretty face of the one he had developed a, shall we say, strong emotional attachment to.
His headache having finally passed to a point at which he could stand to think, he rose and began looking. He decided a good place to start would be the place he and the rest of Team Masho, A.K.A. the Shinobi, were staying. Which was basically a small pit in the earth in the middle of the forest, which Reisho had created. With a dirt/ice roof. Not the most comfortable dwelling, but they had certainly stayed at worse places. It was on the opposite side of the island from the Dark Tournament, in an attempt to prevent surprise attacks, and to give Touya his preferred solitude, though Reisho and Bakken normally cared not what Touya wanted. Jin and Gama had stood up for Touya's desires though.
He 'as no backbone. I wish I could 'elp 'im more. He'd ne'er admit it, but I've seen all 'a bruises and cuts on 'im. I know either Reisho or Bakken or both are a' beaten on 'im. If only I could catch 'em in the act. I swear they wouldn't know lef' from righ'! Jin thought quite miserably.
On his way to their oh-so-humble abode, he kept an eye out for Touya, but didn't notice him. If he hadn't been flying so high, he might have seen Touya's prone body still, after two days now, STILL lying prone in the cave. But, he didn't.
Reaching the tiny earthen, ice-en hut, he found no-one, but he recognized the markings left on the dirt floor to be their agreed upon symbol as a note the others were leaving. Assuming Touya was with them, Jin flew off towards the place that they normally stayed when they weren't on a job or some other assignment, so to speak. Granted, that was rare. But, the marking had indicated that that was where the others were destined.
After five days of halting travel, during which Jin enjoyed his occasional solitude, his freedom, and the strange new winds as much as he could, Jin arrived at their normal resting place, an expansive cave with various hidden escape roots and a small mountain river. Entering by the secret entrance known only by the Shinobi, he found Reisho and Bakken.
"Where's Touya?" he asked, frowning slightly.
"You don't know?" replied Reisho.
"Why would I know, didan' he leave with you two?" was Jin's quick and ardent reply.
"You don't remember what happened? What you did?" returned Reisho, not without a small element of humor.
Jin now looked curiously, and somewhat scared, at Reisho. "Wha' I did?" he asked, somewhat afraid of what the answer would be. He had been pretty drunk after all.
"We had thought you would have had him clinging to you like all your beloved winds, after something like that." At this, 'all Jin's beloved winds' quickened fiercely, angry at Reisho's lack of a direct answer, but also scared what that direct answer might be.
"An' wha' would 'THAT' be now?" questioned Jin. Reisho and Bakken began to snicker at his ignorance. Reisho attempted to tell Jin, but found the words would not pass his throat. Jin's glowering face finally persuaded him to explain.
"You beat him, you drunken bastard! And you kissed him first! God, the look on his face! It was hilarious! You should have seen! Oh, wait now! You caused it!" Reisho and Bakken were now laughing uncontrollably, as Jin turned first pale, then brilliant red, at the embarrassment of what he had done to Touya and his severe annoyance of this those two's 'tender' treatment of the subject.
"SHUT UP! I did nah! I could nah! It couldn't'av been me!" Jin fruitlessly denied, as Bakken and Reisho's laughter grew louder. Walking quickly, he punched Reisho, then Bakken. They both fought a little, but found their efforts nearly as useless as Jin's denial of what he'd done to Touya. Pummeling them to unconsciousness and even slightly beyond, he flew off, in a tangle of frenzied winds filled with the salt of his tears.
Moving much faster then before, he reached Hanging Neck Island in just two and half days, but still too late, the Dark Tournament done. He searched every nook on the island, but could find nothing but one of Touya's shoes, which had been dropped near the cave where Yusuke had found Touya. Of Touya himself, no clue could be found. The only place Jin could find even a scrap of Touya's youki was the tournament ring, and that was quite weak with age, and pummeled away by the other fighters.
A second, yet more thorough search of the island overturned a touch of youki that was scarcely recognizable in its depths of pain, but with determination, Jin found the signs that confirmed to him its origin-Touya. 'This must be where I... I beat him...' Jin realized, filled with remorse. "I swear I ne'er will drink again, 'specially not if I can just find 'im!" Jin yelled to his winds. Standing, Jin vaguely began to remember what had happened though he had unconsciously blocked the rape from his mind.