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lucetilogs2007-12-16 05:01 pm
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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.
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Anything else she might have said was cut off by another burst of coughing. She actually dropped to one knee this time; even when it stopped, she didn't stand back up right away. When she finally did get up again, she was visibly shaking.
"C-Come on, let's go."
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"Yeah. We should hurry..."
Trying not to put as much weight on Sheena this time, Kotarou managed a weak smile that was obviously supposed to show encouragement.
"We gotta keep going, and it's just a little bit off..."
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They passed the first few silent houses, their occupants probably long asleep. The village seemed incalculably larger, somehow, now that they had to walk through the entire thing. Still, they were close. They could make it.
And then maybe she could go home and sleep.
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Even so, he could hear the uncertainty in his voice and he anxiously tugged on a strand of hair. Though, after a while, Kotarou's eyes dropped shut, and he was past worrying, instead just walking and trying to sleep at the same time.
We're almost there, we're almost there, we're almost there...
Before Kotarou knew it himself, he was asleep, forgetting all about trying to stay awake to avoid other dangers.
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He's asleep...and it'll just take time to wake him up again. I hope you're not really heavy, kid.
With that thought, and yet another silent apology (though to whom, she wasn't sure), she carefully picked Kotarou up front-style, one arm around his shoulders and the other under his knees.
And that was how they would arrive at the clinic door, barring any unforseen events.