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Fuda # 4 [Action/video] Failure is the only option

[OOC: Pretend I posted this days ago! D: Tsuzuki had a little run-in with River earlier. Being him, he thought he'd ~~limp~~ ~~stagger~~ walk the injuries off on the way home. He's still kind of dazed about all of it, really. It might just be the blood-loss speaking.]

[The feed comes on by accident, showing a very quiet shinigami. He's carrying one wing under his arm as if it was a newspaper, and his shirt is no longer white. Tsuzuki winces as he bends down to untie his shoes, but he'd determined to be as quiet as he can about going inside.]

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[And had the journal not picked up on him, Hisoka might not have gotten the heads-up to run blindly out into the village searching for him. As it is, he darts toward him on the path leading home, eyes wide and panicked.]

Tsuzuki-- TSUZUKI what the hell did you get yourself into?? [Brb being a spazz and forgetting everything he knows about healing charms.]

[Well, he hadn't expected Hisoka to be out and about, he imagined that his partner would be reading. Taking a deep breath, he walks a little faster to reach his partner, but he's already anxious about having to talk about it.]

I -Hisoka, calm down. Nothing seriously bad happened. [He'd put his hands on Hisoka's shoulder, but suddenly remembers the wing he's carrying.]

You're injured.. [Hold on IS THAT A WING?] Who? Who did this to you??

[He finally does place a hand on Hisoka's shoulder, to steady himself.] A girl. ....Can we go inside? I want to sit down.

[As Tsuzuki's arm dangles over his shoulder, Hisoka grasps it tightly and squeezes. He can see an image of the girl in question as Tsuzuki mentions her, and files the recognition away for later.] You're going to need to be bandaged up.

Mhm. [Tsuzuki squeezes Hisoka's hand, honestly surprised and delighted that his partner would touch him willingly. Unfortunately it's buried under a layer of angst.] We should get bandages. And then go back. There were more people.[He tugs gently on Hisoka, but he quickly gives up on it.]

[The mention of more people is conflicting, but only partway.] I'm not leaving you. [Though it's a decision he might question later, Tsuzuki's wing is in his hand. Forget everyone else. Hisoka gently encourages Tsuzuki to lean more weight on him, all but dragging him back.]

[Though he doesn't forget that there were more victims, Hisoka's words softens his anxiety tremendously.] I'm not leaving you, either.

[Tsuzuki complies, resting slightly more on Hisoka as they walk back. It was more necessary than he'd like to admit, since by walking home with a amputee wound made him bleed like a champion. It gives Tsuzuki time to think.] ...I wonder why she attacked.

[Speaking purely in terms of strength, Hisoka has no business trying to carry Tsuzuki's weight upon him. Still, he keeps his strain to himself.] Some of the people here don't need reasons. They're in it because it's fun for them. ...They make me sick.

[That's why Tsuzuki's only leaning on him. He'll grab onto other things once they're indoors. Sighing gently, Tsuzuki looks at the ground as they walk into the building. He'll have to let Hisoka's comment sink in, since it's very important. In the meantime, he says the first thing that comes to mind.] Oh. I thought I had done something to make her-

Hisoka, I'm sorry.

Sorry for what? [He drags Tsuzuki into his own bedroom rather than Tsuzuki's or any shared house space. He sets Tsuzuki down on his bed and rummages in his desk for the pseudo-parchment they'd been using for fuda practice earlier.] Lie down on your stomach.

For getting in such a mess alone. I forgot I couldn't summon. [It's easy to follow commands, so Tsuzuki makes himself comfortable, lying down on Hisoka's bed. He looks over his shoulder, to see what Hisoka's up to. Tsuzuki wonders, with slight concern, whether or not he normally keep bandages in his room.]

[He's not concerned that the bloodloss would kill Tsuzuki, but he's definitely not healing right. After Tsuzuki's adventure with water balloons, Hisoka was inspired to try crafting an Omamori out of the leftover fuda scraps, specifically a kanai anzen to promote the healing process. He'd intended it for use the next time Draco came around in some state of physical duress, but this was clearly a better use for it. He fetches the bandages that he apparently does keep in his room, a remnant of his months-ago kidnapping, along with a set of scissors, and returns to Tsuzuki's side, pressing the omamori into his palm and cutting away he remains of his shirt to remove it without having to disrupt the already-damaged wings.] If you apologized for every time you did something stupid, you wouldn't have time to do anything else.

[Tsuzuki's remaining wing bristles violently when the sound of scissors reaches his ears. Otherwise he doesn't look like he's notices Hisoka shredding his shirt. He does, and he's slightly surprised that he's feeling vulnerable because of it.] Mhm, you're probably right.

[Still, he can't shake the feeling that everything that happened is his fault. Tsuzuki's mind plays a rerun of it, starting with his worry that River was a bloody victim, not a perpetrator, and stopping when he notices River's eyes being blank instead of filled with murderous intent.] Hisoka, I don't think she was completely sane. Maybe you should try to avoid her.

Of course I am. [He gives the remaining wing a tender stroke as his free hand clears away the scraps of fabric. He'd been assuming the bulk of the sword wounds would've at least partially healed over by now.] You're still bleeding too much. Is there a reason you're not healing as well as you should be? Did she curse you?

Sane or not, she's going to pay for what she did. [He says it naturally, without much fury at all. Nobody did this to Tsuzuki without retribution.]

[There's a sharp intake of breath. He hasn't had anyone touch his wings before, until today, and he'd rather not repeat River's treatment of them. Hisoka's, however, is surprisingly comforting, even if it is brief.] I don't know. The stab wound healed just fine. Maybe it'll stop if we cram the wing onto it again?

[The tone of voice is enough to make Tsuzuki try to look Hisoka in the eye. If she's indeed not well in the head, his protective instinct reels at the idea of having Hisoka near her.] Hisoka--

I don't know if it's that easy for us to reattach limbs. [It hadn't been when Hisoka had to regrow his eye and arm, thanks so much Sargatanas.] We can try, though. [And then he busies himself with accepting the severed wing from Tsuzuki's grip and marrying it with the rest of his body, bandaging it tightly to hold it in place.]

[He avoids eye contact, primarily because he's trying not to hear Tsuzuki's thoughts more loudly than he has to.] No. She won't get away with it.

I guess we'll find out. [Tsuzuki would have squirmed, but knows Hisoka would have a hard time bandaging it if he wouldn't stay still. Unfortunately, it itches painfully as it tries to heal.]

[Tsuzuki's fingers touch his partner's tenderly, as he gives up on making eye contact. He still thinks Hisoka's too young to focus on revenge. Still, he understands why, and is slightly touched by it.] Don't go out tonight, please.

[He flinches a little from Tsuzuki's discomfort. Once he's done with the bandages, he returns to petting the good wing. It always makes him feel better when Tsuzuki does it to him, at least.]

[But Hisoka's been focused on revenge for years now! This is nothing unusual.] If not tonight, then soon.

[It feels good, and Tsuzuki makes no effort to hide it. He'd arch up into the touch, like a cat, if he could, because he's shameless about what brings him pleasure. Still, he lies as quietly as he can. Tsuzuki suspects that Hisoka will stop petting him if he mentions it.]

[True, but Tsuzuki is bracing himself for the inevitable time when Hisoka's had his final revenge.] We really should look for the other victims.

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[That suspicion would be 100% correct! But Hisoka persists nonetheless, since it seems to be taking Tsuzuki's mind off his injuries. And really, that was the intent of the action in the first place. He slides onto the bed to sit beside his partner, soothed even as he is in the process of soothing.]

[When that time comes, Tsuzuki will be there to pick up the broken pieces Hisoka will invariably shatter into. :D] ...You shouldn't be moving yet. [Selfish empath is selfish. He'll have time to regret his decisions later.]

[Does Hisoka realize how long it's been since someone's petted Tsuzuki without being creepy? Because he doesn't, and he kind of thinks Hisoka's wonderful for doing it, particularly since he's so bothered by touching in general. He inches slightly to the side, giving Hisoka more room to sit, and hopefully more room to continue.] If you say so. ...Thank you.

[He definitely will be. :D Taking care of someone else is so selfish. ♥ Sadly, Tsuzuki knows how to screw up sweet moments.] Er, Hisoka. I think I got blood on your sheets. But if you want, you can sleep in my bed tonight.

[This touch is entirely different than the kind that bothers him. This is the touch as it was in Kyoto, the gentle strength that Hisoka manages best when Tsuzuki is most in need of it. He settles down and continues, prepared to keep repeating the motion until Tsuzuki didn't need it anymore.]

[He's picking Tsuzuki over people who are potentially hurt worse, and who most likely need more help than Tsuzuki had required. That's plenty selfish.] ..It's just sheets. [There's a "you're more important" implied in that.]

[The feeling of being cared about like that is addictive. Tsuzuki closes his eyes and basks in it while he can, since in his experience it rarely lasts long. Funnily enough, he's at a loss about what to do with his hands, since he's usually reciprocating. He glances at them, and notices the dried blood on them. It's only his own, but it still shocks him in a bad way. Hisoka's gentle touch grounds him again, keeping him stable.] Are you sure this is all right? Your empathy--

[Tsuzuki notices, but like he'll he'd call Hisoka out on it. Instead he calms down further, a ghost of blush on his cheeks. He's grateful he gets to see this side of Hisoka occasionally. It makes it all worth it.]

--my empathy is fine. [He pulls his attention away from the wing to grip Tsuzuki's hand in both his own.] You're fine, okay? You haven't done anything wrong.

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[Action] You work too much! *ties you to a chair*

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[Action] Oh no, why? What happened, Jess? *hugs*

[Action] Oh, nothing big! Just grumbly. XD I have all my limbs intact!

[Action] Grumbly over what? Having all your limbs is a great way to start/end the day!

[Action] Just the usual workstress was a little magnified yesterday. No big, I promise!

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