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THE DEBT OF HOT CHOCOLATE
Who: Inugami Kotarou, any sparring partners? and any other people. [Whoever he hits/nearly hits is more than welcome to smack back. Just don't kill him.]
What: Stumbling on an almost-comatose Kotarou-kun.
When: Snow event. Very late in the night. [time skip - many hours from his last journal post.]
Where: Deep in the forest, where there's a small bit of a clearing.
Summary: After a fight, Kotarou wakes up deep in the forest, injured--but he is soon stumbled upon.
Rating: PG?
What: Stumbling on an almost-comatose Kotarou-kun.
When: Snow event. Very late in the night. [time skip - many hours from his last journal post.]
Where: Deep in the forest, where there's a small bit of a clearing.
Summary: After a fight, Kotarou wakes up deep in the forest, injured--but he is soon stumbled upon.
Rating: PG?
Weakly, Inugami Kotarou opened his eyes, hazily checking his surroundings. Considering he had been lying face-down in the snow for a while, he found that it was best to wipe all the cold snow and icy water off his face before proceeding with any movements. He looked around carefully, calling out the name of the girl vampire that had forced him to this sad defeat. After a while of no sound, he dragged himself up to rest against the side of the tree closest to him, wincing, breathing shallowly.
Kotarou's back was tingling unpleasantly, and he almost gave up moving. The last hit inflicted on his battered body had to be what knocked him unconscious. He could barely jerk his limbs, but at least the sensation was fading slightly as time passed, granting him some movement. His clothes were soaked with blood and moisture, and Kotarou rubbed his eyes tiredly, wiping off the cut on his cheek. Both his arm and face were bleeding, and every inch of him was burning with pain and aching terribly.... Kotarou pushed himself off the tree and tried to begin his miserable hike back towards the village.
When he stood, however, he fell immediately back on the ground, a yelp cutting through the forest's silence, scaring a solitary bird overhead. Sneezing, Kotarou groaned, spitting out a bit of blood onto an already-bloodstained area snow.
My leg is b-broken. Shit, I'm not gonna be a-able to get back...I'm gonna freeze, I'm gonna freeze, I'm--
With those horrible thoughts in his mind, Kotarou rubbed his eyes again, trying to get the blood to stop dripping into his eye, before he heard a soft noise.
He hadn't expected to be able to rise again, but somehow he flung himself up off the ground, springing forward on his good leg. Aiming towards the figure at the source of the sound, Kotarou drew back his injured arm and slammed his fist forward into the face of his unknown opponent.
Kotarou's back was tingling unpleasantly, and he almost gave up moving. The last hit inflicted on his battered body had to be what knocked him unconscious. He could barely jerk his limbs, but at least the sensation was fading slightly as time passed, granting him some movement. His clothes were soaked with blood and moisture, and Kotarou rubbed his eyes tiredly, wiping off the cut on his cheek. Both his arm and face were bleeding, and every inch of him was burning with pain and aching terribly.... Kotarou pushed himself off the tree and tried to begin his miserable hike back towards the village.
When he stood, however, he fell immediately back on the ground, a yelp cutting through the forest's silence, scaring a solitary bird overhead. Sneezing, Kotarou groaned, spitting out a bit of blood onto an already-bloodstained area snow.
My leg is b-broken. Shit, I'm not gonna be a-able to get back...I'm gonna freeze, I'm gonna freeze, I'm--
With those horrible thoughts in his mind, Kotarou rubbed his eyes again, trying to get the blood to stop dripping into his eye, before he heard a soft noise.
He hadn't expected to be able to rise again, but somehow he flung himself up off the ground, springing forward on his good leg. Aiming towards the figure at the source of the sound, Kotarou drew back his injured arm and slammed his fist forward into the face of his unknown opponent.
Sheena's breaking all sorts of rules but...
Hearing a scream, she'd followed the sound until she came across the very person she was looking for. She must have made some kind of noise herself, though, because suddenly a fist flew at her face.
Sheena dodged, barely. She caught the hanyou by his shoulder and turned him to face her. "What're you doing?"
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