hitokaze [private, wip]

[Hiroki]

“We can’t wait any longer,” a man spoke. His voice was stern, slightly agitated. He was looking straight on at his companion, a part of his mask had cracked off revealing his left eye. A trail of blood was running down that side of his face, just above his brow was a shallow cut that had already clotted. “My genjutsu won’t be able to hold them off much longer.”

“I’m working as fast as I can,” a woman, only a few years younger than him, hissed. “He’s in pretty bad shape and his chakra network is in a frenzy. I’m not sure there’s much I can do without the proper equipment or back-up...Shit! He’s going through a seizure, Jaixs, hold him down!”

“Fuck,” he ran over to her and used all his strength to secure the patient. “It’s beginning to wear off, they’re sensory type is going to have us pinned any second now. Can you stabilize him and at least prepare him to be transported?”

“Yes, I’m trying to do that right now...that thing is rejecting him as its host. Whatever chakra was flowing through his network is becoming viral...this isn’t good. Fuck...fuck...”

“Mimiko, it’s okay. You can do this. I’ll buy you more time just try to get away from here as fast as you can. If they find him he’ll be sent to the front again...I don’t want that.”

“What are you going to do?” She stopped the procedure to grab his arm. “When he wakes up and you’re not there, you know he’s going to—”

“What are you doing? You cannot stop. Look, we knew what we were getting ourselves into. You need to meet Saiko at the border. She’ll be able to take care of the rest and get you to safety. Now please, don’t make this any harder.” His voice became shaky as his body trembled, he was fighting the urge to let his tears run down his face. He motioned to remove his bangle, the symbol of leaf crossed out signifying his status as a defector. He placed it beside Mimiko before reaching behind his neck and removing a necklace. “Give this to him when the time’s right.”

He vanished seconds later but only after a single drop had brushed the blood splattered cheek of the man Mimiko was tending to. Her face was turned away, tears flowed from her eyes. She began to sob while she healed one of her dearest friends.

Hiroki shot up from his bed gasping for air. He looked around in a daze of confusion as his vision slowly cleared itself from the blurry haze of sleep. He winced in pain as he grabbed his chest, the palpitation of his heart was intense. With his other hand he blindly foraged on his night table for a bottle of nitroglycerin. With a thumb-flicking gesture he popped the cap off and slipped one of the tiny tablets under his tongue. He went through is breathing exercises and slowly began to calm himself. While doing so he started to cry while muttering ‘I’m sorry’ to himself, over and over again.