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Log; Complete
When; October 15th
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Naoto![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
naoto_two & Rob Lucci gtfoplzkthnx
Summary; Naoto comes back injured from her training and runs into someone she didn't quite expect.
Log;
Naoto glanced back along the street, noting the blackened stream of blood that followed her diligently. She clutched tighter the wounds along her arm, a series of gashes made by one particularly persistent monster of the underground. Blood trickled through her fingers and down both arms, dripping steadily onto the pavement. She knew the blood loss wasn't so significant that she'd die, but it still irked her.
She trudged down the last two blocks and staggered into the ninth apartment building, tossing a glance at the empty mailboxes lined along the wall before continuing down the hallway to her room. She stopped a few feet away from her destination, her path blocked by a familiar figure wrapped in black.
"Hello, Lucci-san," Naoto greeted tiredly, a faint smile touching her lips.
He addressed his point immediately: "You're hurt."
His straightforwardness caught her by surprise, though later she chided herself for expecting less. "Yes," she admitted, "I was in the underground hunting monsters, and in the middle of a fight with one, another came from behind. They weren't too strong--I killed them easily, but I wasn't able to leave unscathed." She smiled reassuringly. "They're not deep wounds, so I'll live."
While she was talking, Lucci approached her with eyes only for her arm. He placed a hand on her uninjured one; "Let me see it."
Taken aback, Naoto didn't have time to refuse. He carefully removed her fingers and inspected the raw skin underneath the torn sleeve. "We're going to have to rip the cloth off," he said. "Come inside."
Gently gripping her arm, he led her into his apartment, locking the door before ushering her to the kitchen. Using only his fingers he tore at her fabric of her sleeve, exposing the gashes to the air.
From the living room, Hattori cooed, curious.
"I need to dress it," Naoto told Lucci as she began to move away. "I have bandages in my apartment, so you don't have to--"
But he'd disappeared into the bathroom, and she could hear things falling to the floor. She sank into a chair, utterly confused and overwhelmed by his concern. Why was he so adamant about helping her?
He returned with a makeshift first aid kit: cotton balls, disinfectant, medicinal ointment, and bandages. He dropped the items to the tabletop, then positioned himself directly next to her. "Hold still," he said, gently but firmly grasping her injured arm.
Looking down at the strips of bloodied cloth on the floor, Naoto braced herself for the sting of the disinfectant against the cuts, but it never came; though she felt the cotton rub away the dirt and stray threads, it didn't burn. It was cool like ice. The woman returned her gaze to her arm, startled when she saw Lucci bent over the wounds, gently blowing over them to ease the sting.
Without a word, the man applied medicine and wrapped the arm. "Anywhere else?" he asked when he was finished, sitting back in the chair.
She shook her head. "No." She watched him as he closed his eyes and sighed, massaging his forehead as if he had a headache; for the first time, he seemed tired. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Are you sure? You look exhausted."
He stood up abruptly and sauntered over to the sink. "I'm fine." Glass clinked as he poured himself water from the tap.
For a moment there was nothing but silence, so Naoto stood also, threw away the torn sleeve, and headed for the apartment door. "I'm sorry for causing you trouble," she apologized quietly as she passed him.
But his hand snapped out and grabbed her uninjured wrist, stopping her where she stood. They were frozen like that for several beats, both hearts thundering but for different reasons. Finally, she twisted around to face him, and he pulled her close so that his face hovered right by hers.
"Don't do that again," Lucci growled.
"What are you talking about?"
Instead of answering, he leaned into her, kissing her hungrily, possessively. At first she was overwhelmed, but something clicked in the back of her mind. She would've laughed at herself if her mouth was free. Why hadn't she notice it before? The flowers, the invitations to his apartment, and the careful way he sealed her injuries...
"Don't worry me like that again," he finally replied, gently gnawing at her lower lip. His hands roamed to her sides and rested on her hips. He wasn't about to let her go. "Because if you die, I'm going to fucking kill some deities."
Naoto smiled awkwardly, tentatively raising her arms to rest her hands on the man's chest. "Lucci-san..." She pushed against him. "I have to go." She added when he refused to release her, "I'll be back, I promise."
"When?"
"Tomorrow." His eyes narrowed in disapproval, so she corrected herself; "Tonight."
She finally broke away and was at the front door when she stopped, fingers gripping the handle. She hesitated for only a second before returning to him, pulling his head down towards hers, and kissing him chastely. She turned to leave again, and he grasped her hand briefly, squeezing it, then grudgingly let go. He offered her a smile as a parting gift. She smiled back, less clumsy and more confident, and disappeared through the door.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Naoto
naoto_two & Rob Lucci gtfoplzkthnxSummary; Naoto comes back injured from her training and runs into someone she didn't quite expect.
Log;
Naoto glanced back along the street, noting the blackened stream of blood that followed her diligently. She clutched tighter the wounds along her arm, a series of gashes made by one particularly persistent monster of the underground. Blood trickled through her fingers and down both arms, dripping steadily onto the pavement. She knew the blood loss wasn't so significant that she'd die, but it still irked her.
She trudged down the last two blocks and staggered into the ninth apartment building, tossing a glance at the empty mailboxes lined along the wall before continuing down the hallway to her room. She stopped a few feet away from her destination, her path blocked by a familiar figure wrapped in black.
"Hello, Lucci-san," Naoto greeted tiredly, a faint smile touching her lips.
He addressed his point immediately: "You're hurt."
His straightforwardness caught her by surprise, though later she chided herself for expecting less. "Yes," she admitted, "I was in the underground hunting monsters, and in the middle of a fight with one, another came from behind. They weren't too strong--I killed them easily, but I wasn't able to leave unscathed." She smiled reassuringly. "They're not deep wounds, so I'll live."
While she was talking, Lucci approached her with eyes only for her arm. He placed a hand on her uninjured one; "Let me see it."
Taken aback, Naoto didn't have time to refuse. He carefully removed her fingers and inspected the raw skin underneath the torn sleeve. "We're going to have to rip the cloth off," he said. "Come inside."
Gently gripping her arm, he led her into his apartment, locking the door before ushering her to the kitchen. Using only his fingers he tore at her fabric of her sleeve, exposing the gashes to the air.
From the living room, Hattori cooed, curious.
"I need to dress it," Naoto told Lucci as she began to move away. "I have bandages in my apartment, so you don't have to--"
But he'd disappeared into the bathroom, and she could hear things falling to the floor. She sank into a chair, utterly confused and overwhelmed by his concern. Why was he so adamant about helping her?
He returned with a makeshift first aid kit: cotton balls, disinfectant, medicinal ointment, and bandages. He dropped the items to the tabletop, then positioned himself directly next to her. "Hold still," he said, gently but firmly grasping her injured arm.
Looking down at the strips of bloodied cloth on the floor, Naoto braced herself for the sting of the disinfectant against the cuts, but it never came; though she felt the cotton rub away the dirt and stray threads, it didn't burn. It was cool like ice. The woman returned her gaze to her arm, startled when she saw Lucci bent over the wounds, gently blowing over them to ease the sting.
Without a word, the man applied medicine and wrapped the arm. "Anywhere else?" he asked when he was finished, sitting back in the chair.
She shook her head. "No." She watched him as he closed his eyes and sighed, massaging his forehead as if he had a headache; for the first time, he seemed tired. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Are you sure? You look exhausted."
He stood up abruptly and sauntered over to the sink. "I'm fine." Glass clinked as he poured himself water from the tap.
For a moment there was nothing but silence, so Naoto stood also, threw away the torn sleeve, and headed for the apartment door. "I'm sorry for causing you trouble," she apologized quietly as she passed him.
But his hand snapped out and grabbed her uninjured wrist, stopping her where she stood. They were frozen like that for several beats, both hearts thundering but for different reasons. Finally, she twisted around to face him, and he pulled her close so that his face hovered right by hers.
"Don't do that again," Lucci growled.
"What are you talking about?"
Instead of answering, he leaned into her, kissing her hungrily, possessively. At first she was overwhelmed, but something clicked in the back of her mind. She would've laughed at herself if her mouth was free. Why hadn't she notice it before? The flowers, the invitations to his apartment, and the careful way he sealed her injuries...
"Don't worry me like that again," he finally replied, gently gnawing at her lower lip. His hands roamed to her sides and rested on her hips. He wasn't about to let her go. "Because if you die, I'm going to fucking kill some deities."
Naoto smiled awkwardly, tentatively raising her arms to rest her hands on the man's chest. "Lucci-san..." She pushed against him. "I have to go." She added when he refused to release her, "I'll be back, I promise."
"When?"
"Tomorrow." His eyes narrowed in disapproval, so she corrected herself; "Tonight."
She finally broke away and was at the front door when she stopped, fingers gripping the handle. She hesitated for only a second before returning to him, pulling his head down towards hers, and kissing him chastely. She turned to leave again, and he grasped her hand briefly, squeezing it, then grudgingly let go. He offered her a smile as a parting gift. She smiled back, less clumsy and more confident, and disappeared through the door.