fourteenth breath ✧ voice

[musubi]

[filtered from Sanji, though he's still not sure if he has the right idea]

Hey, uh... I don't suppose anyone's heard from Naoki since yesterday?

[Pause...]

Not that there's... probably any need to worry or anything. You know him - hanging out in the woods all the time... I bet he's hearing this right now.

Just, uh. You know. Let me know or something.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

I see. [It's not like he wanted Sanji to die either, or anything. Though if that got the parasite out... He'd come back, right?

He takes another deep breath and straightens up.] You're not allowed to leave the apartment for the next couple days. Just so you know.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki blinks at that. He's tempted to protest because, even injured, he'd rather be out and around--]

...at all?

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

At all.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

...okay, Isamu.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[That's right. Dad's laying down the law! ...Wait.] I'd rather not lose any more years off my life worrying for you, thanks.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Nghhh, guilt.] Alright...I won't go anywhere til you give the say-so.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Good.

...

...Were you still hungry?

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

Yeah, a bit. [Cue stomach growling loudly.] Okay, a little more than that.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Snort.] Yeah, I figured. Made several sandwiches earlier, so I'll go grab you a plateful.

[He gets up, walking to the other room and returning with a plate of really basic sandwiches. Hey, it's food.]

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Like Naoki's going to complain. Excuse him while he wolfs them down--he hasn't gotten anything since he was fake!killed, after all.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Heh. [Isamu smiles a little and it's almost not a smirk. Almost.] I'll run out to the store tomorrow.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Muffled noise that might be a thank you as he swallows thickly.] Ah, okay...I end up eating a lot when I get hurt. [An apologetic look, in advance.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Yeah, makes sense. You're healing, after all. [And there's that whole DEMON thing, but he doesn't need to mention that.]

Anything you want in particular?

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Polishing off those sandwiches now and leaning back to get comfortable. He fidgets.] Um...some grilled salmon, and shrimp--tempura, maybe.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Gotcha. That shouldn't be too hard. [He might not be a gourmet, but he did know how to cook the basics.]

Anything else? Might as well make a list.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki looks at him for a minute and then scratches his hair.]

Some fruit and stuff'd be good if you'd pick it up and--well, I'll eat anything you make. [He still feels a little bad, though, for getting his friend to make stuff for him.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Anything, huh? [He does smirk now.] I'll stock up, then.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[What's that smirk for.] Alright.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[YOUR DOOM.] Alright.

[He stops to watch Naoki carefully for a moment.] Do you need me to heal you any more now that I've got my energy back?

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki looks back at him, cracks a small grin.] Would you have a look at my shoulder again? Other than that, I think the bruises'll be fine on their own.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Isamu comes to sit beside him on the sofa, placing a hand over the shoulder in question. Wounds below the surface are always more difficult, but he's getting better at being aided by disruptions in the usual flow of chakra.] Sorry if this hurts at all. [Then he repeats a similar process to the one he'd done that morning.]

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

S'okay. [Naoki's eyes fall on his hand, feeling more of that incessant aching fading away.] It got messed up pretty bad.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Knocked your arm out of the socket pretty rough? This is nasty work. [Finished for now, he sits back on the sofa for a bit himself.]

You should get some more rest. Maybe head to your bed if you think it'll be easier on your ribs.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

Twice, actually. Second time it got knocked out made me pass out for a second. [Naoki lets out a small noise, shifts his shoulder a bit.]

Ah--yeah, I think I will.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Twice? Good grief. No wonder it was such a mess.

[He points toward Naoki's room.] Washed your sheets for you. [More than once in his anxiety, actually, but who was counting?]