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tampered2008-01-21 09:05 pm
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Log; Ongoing
When; Monday, January 21st, evening
Rating; PG?
Characters; Ukitake Jyuushirou [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
floating_bamboo], Kyouraku Shunsui [pink_hurricane], Kotetsu Kiyone [better_third], Kotsubaki Sentarou [bearded_monkey]
Summary; The 13th division captain finally opens his eyes.
Log;
He had been dreaming, during all this time. He dreamt of still pond waters and blossoming sakura trees, of raging oceans and clouded skies, all mixed into one long dream that never seemed to end. Sometimes it was soothing, other times frightening, and Jyuushirou found himself lost so deeply in it that he never thought he'd find his way out. The only thing protecting him from getting further lost was two very well-known fins…
He'd been so sick, and the cold underground and the boiler room with its dirty air had not helped, even if it had provided shelter. He did not really remember when he lost track of his surroundings, his world full of that never-ending pain, blood and the struggle to breathe. Under all that, the worry for everyone out in this sudden war, and the guilt of not being able to help lingered - even when he was dreaming.
Curse this body.
The first thing he noticed, even before he could open his eyes, was a familiar reiatsu in the room. He was not surprised – it was that reiatsu that had dragged him out of his unconscious state. It was soothing to feel, and gave him some more strength to fight completely awake. Jyuushirou‘s chest ached slightly, feeling rather raw, but it was much better now – no blood, no jabbing pain or fever. Moving a few fingers, just to make sure he could still feel them, Jyuushirou then slowly opened his eyes.
Thankful that the light in the room was rather dim, he blinked slightly, feeling a bit dizzy. He was in the hospital – he’d figured he was, after all this. The mask on his face was a dead giveaway too, of course, and it was obscuring his vision slightly as he tried to look at the man in the chair next to the bed.
How long have you been waiting, this time?
Rating; PG?
Characters; Ukitake Jyuushirou [
floating_bamboo], Kyouraku Shunsui [pink_hurricane], Kotetsu Kiyone [better_third], Kotsubaki Sentarou [bearded_monkey]Summary; The 13th division captain finally opens his eyes.
Log;
He had been dreaming, during all this time. He dreamt of still pond waters and blossoming sakura trees, of raging oceans and clouded skies, all mixed into one long dream that never seemed to end. Sometimes it was soothing, other times frightening, and Jyuushirou found himself lost so deeply in it that he never thought he'd find his way out. The only thing protecting him from getting further lost was two very well-known fins…
He'd been so sick, and the cold underground and the boiler room with its dirty air had not helped, even if it had provided shelter. He did not really remember when he lost track of his surroundings, his world full of that never-ending pain, blood and the struggle to breathe. Under all that, the worry for everyone out in this sudden war, and the guilt of not being able to help lingered - even when he was dreaming.
Curse this body.
The first thing he noticed, even before he could open his eyes, was a familiar reiatsu in the room. He was not surprised – it was that reiatsu that had dragged him out of his unconscious state. It was soothing to feel, and gave him some more strength to fight completely awake. Jyuushirou‘s chest ached slightly, feeling rather raw, but it was much better now – no blood, no jabbing pain or fever. Moving a few fingers, just to make sure he could still feel them, Jyuushirou then slowly opened his eyes.
Thankful that the light in the room was rather dim, he blinked slightly, feeling a bit dizzy. He was in the hospital – he’d figured he was, after all this. The mask on his face was a dead giveaway too, of course, and it was obscuring his vision slightly as he tried to look at the man in the chair next to the bed.
How long have you been waiting, this time?