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Re: Coming Home « Result #2 on Nov 5, 2009, 8:57am »
It was good to see the woman finally able to fall asleep. Shino'd had a feeling that Hinata hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time. He sighed, both in contentment and worry. There was a lot that she wasn't telling him, and a lot that she probably wouldn't. As he relaxed, a dull throbbing made itself known, the source being his leg. He shifted it, and the pants stuck to the spot. Of course. He'd completely forgotten about his own injury, when Hinata had accidentally stabbed his leg, while caring for her. It would be fine; Shino'd had much deeper wounds than that this before. The swarm he had loosed before finally came floating back to him, crawling around on his sheets and exposed side. His eyes closed, feeling the kikaichu return to their place beneath his skin. A few were already assessing the damage at his leg. Hinata's breathing had slowed, and he was sure she was asleep now. He relaxed his body completely, looking away from her and up at his ceiling.
What could have done it? There was a ton of damage dealt to the young woman's body. Shino more than personally knew that Hinata was a talented fighter, and, as a member of the prestigious Hyuuga clan, was more than able to hold her own against multiple opponents. With the Byakugan, there was no such thing as “the element of surprise”. The only thing he could slightly recall was the woman, many many years ago, who used the crystal style. That was the only thing he knew of that could fool the powerful doujutsu, and that woman had taken the bloodline with her to the grave. Guren, her name was? Naruto would know. But Shino highly doubted that that was what happened. If Hinata had been caught sleeping, there was a good possibilty... but she was still quick. Shino couldn't understand. And he knew that Hinata would not sit there while they carved into her back. The chakra in her hands, as he'd seen with his own eyes, could be molded into blades, and cut any binding they could have used. Almost any, anyway. And to shape it as a butterfly... it was the part about all her injuries that disturbed him the most. What sort of sick symbolism were the sick fuckers using her for? And he'll be damned if they used her as their “toy”.
But... who was “them”? How many? Or maybe there was just one? How long had she been captured? Could it have been possible that she was raped by some sick fuck? No... her chest bindings were still intact, but the bottoms had been cut by the carving. There was no way, with those injuries, Hinata could have rewrapped them herself, and he highly doubted an aggressor would take the time to carefully rewrap them. But then what? His thoughts were troubled, but a small buzz and a tickle on his nose jammed his thought process. His eyes crossed, trying to look at the black dot on his nose.
Re: Coming Home « Result #3 on Nov 4, 2009, 10:50pm »
Hinata smiled when Shino began to stroke her hair softly, her restless thoughts quieting almost instantaneously. When his touch grazed her ear, sending a wave of goose bumps down her arms, her thoughts disappeared altogether, and she couldn‘t for the life of her remember what she‘d had on her mind. Shino was always able to do that, relaxing her, comforting her without so much as putting a thought into it. She sighed softly as she listened to the sound of his breathing, unconsciously nuzzling into his warmth, her hand flattening against his chest, resting over the steady pounding of his heart. Her eyes fluttered open briefly when his lips caressed her brow, her smile widening.
”Goodnight, Hinata.”
Her response was another slight nuzzle, her voice soft.
”Goodnight, Shino…”
Lying there in the warmth of the bed, with Shino’s arm around her, Hinata felt the worry and the pain slip away from her. If anyone else were in his place, she would never even think about sleeping; she would have been too nervous and worried about them trying to take advantage of her. But with Shino, the thought never entered her mind. After a few more minutes in the peace and comfort of his embrace, Hinata fell asleep, a smile still on her lips.
Maggie waited in her comfy spot, listening to Hinata’s breathing as it slowed and took on the steady, even rhythm that signified sleep. Once she saw the passing flickers of images in her mind, she knew that Hinata was truly asleep, her dreams difficult to grasp unless one was really paying attention, rather than idly listening as she was. Satisfied that she was alright Maggie tried to relax as well, not an easy task. Despite being Hinata’s Kikai, her connection to Shino was as strong as ever, and she could feel the distress coming off of him, though it wasn’t as bad as it had been when he was discovering her wounds, or the entirely different kind of discomfort he’d been giving off when she was bathing. Still, it was there, and it was making it difficult to rest.
Mentally sighing, Maggie fluttered her wing cases and took flight, crossing the short distance between their faces, which she noted with a great deal of pleasure, before landing on Shino’s nose, the easiest place to make her presence known. Staring down at him, Maggie fluttered her wings before settling down, her mental voice soft.
”What‘s bothering you, Daddy?”
« Last Edit: Nov 4, 2009, 10:51pm by Hyuuga Hinata »
Re: Coming Home « Result #4 on Nov 4, 2009, 12:39am »
”Hi...”
Well, she made herself nice and comfortable, didn't she? His lips curled in mild amusement.
”Hi...”
She scooted closer to him, and Shino moved his arm, accommodating her and letting her get comfortable. This was all for her, right? She rested her head on his chest, and he pulled his left arm to hold her. Oh, for how many years had he wanted to hold her, just like this. He just wished the circumstances were different. It was like that for a while, the two of them merely relaxing, Hinata twining her leg over his. He listened quietly to the chatter between the woman and the bug. Idly, Shino wondered just what kind of “bedtime stories” were told between the two. He mumbled a return goodnight to the little beetle, resigning himself to listen to Hinata's soft breathing. At least not everything as bad. She was okay; she was definitely going to make it. She was so half-dead when he found her, he was afraid there was irreversible damage. The only thing that really worried him now was her back. Something had happened to the woman, she couldn't blame this one on throwing herself down the face of a cliff. The rocks just weren't that talented. But of all things the bastards could have done... a butterfly? It was almost as if someone had known. Shino didn't believe in coincidences, and forms such as that were not a common image to be carved into the skin of captives.
But... he couldn't fall asleep. Shino felt as if there was something he was forgetting, something more he should have done. Absently, he stroked Hinata's hair, tracing his finger across the shell of her ear. If ever there was a moment Shino could have wanted to last, he wanted it to be this one. Leaving his head and shoulder over, he kissed her forehead.
Re: Coming Home « Result #5 on Nov 3, 2009, 11:16am »
Hinata blushed as Shino got her situated, helping as best she could not that he needed her help to mover her around, she couldn’t resist his strength even if she wanted to. Before long she was sitting quite comfortably, listening as Shino called out for Maggie, having momentarily forgotten the little bug when she got so quiet.
”Maggie.”
The little bug flitted from her hiding spot beneath her bangs to Shino, her response immediate.
'Yes, daddy?'
”I need you to cut the rubber band.”
Before she knew it she felt the rubber band snap behind her neck, the feeling making her brow crease in concern. For a moment she was worried whether Maggie was alright, a tiny buggy giggle answering the question before she had the chance to ask it. Sighing in relief, Hinata relaxed again slouching ever so slightly in her place before Shino, occasionally glancing back out of the corner of her eye. When he started to run the brush through her hair she smiled, marveling silently at how gentle Shino was with her. He had washed hr hair well, most of the tangles worked out when he’d applied the shampoo and conditioner, making her long tresses that much easier to comb through. She said nothing when he did come to the occasional tangle, wincing only now and again, most of the tangles largely ineffective on her.
Before long he made it through her midnight mane in it’s entirety, his brushing relaxing her as it took on a more leisurely pace, almost lulling her tired mind. When he set the brush down she almost sighed, feeling his movement behind her.
”Okay. Time for sleep.”
She smiled when he lifted her, yawning softly as he lay her down properly and tucked her in, drawing a faint giggle from her lips. As he touched her hair a final time it struck her that Shino was planning to leave her, the thought making her shiver as she reached out, gently grasping his hand as she looked up at him with sleepy eyes.
”Stay with me? Please?”
Her voice was soft, the faintest hint of fear laced beneath the layers of exhaustion. Hinata never liked to sleep alone, particularly when she was hurting, and more prone to dark thoughts. Considering the fact that she’d suffered untold psychological torment while in captivity, it was a blessing that she didn’t sound half as pitiful as she felt.
Shino paused, staring down at her, lying there, in his clothes, in his bed, and he knew that he couldn’t deny her. Nodding once, he shifted to sit beside her, his movements stalled when she released his hand, moving the covers for him. So that was what she was after… He shifted to accommodate her wishes, working his way under the covers, ending up a bit closer than he’d intended in the process of getting under the blankets. Hinata didn’t seem to mind though, for once he got more or less settled, she slowly shifted, scooting herself closer as she slowly rolled onto her good side, her legs curling beneath her as she faced him, her eyes tired as she smiled at him.
”Hi…”
He chuckled softly, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
”Hi…”
Yawning softly, Hinata scooted herself a bit closer to him, smiling when he responded yet again, his arm lifting, finding it’s way beneath her head as she finally made it to his side, her left hand resting on his chest, her head in the territory between his arm and his chest. After a moment he assumed that she was finally satisfied and shifted to get more comfortable, his left arm bending to hold her more securely to his side, careful not to hurt her back or her ribs.
They laid like that for a good while, her left leg bending to overlap his, her body snug against his. After a while Hinata’s hand began to move, drawing idle patterns on his chest, and finally Maggie flitted over to the bed, landing on her shoulder.
’Mommy?’
”Hm?”
’Did you want to still have story time tonight?’
She shook her head slightly.
’No thank you Maggie, I think I‘ll be able to sleep without a bedtime story tonight… We‘ll have to continue the story another time.’
The little bug did not sound disappointed in the least. In fact, she sounded downright chipper.
’Okay! Goodnight Mommy, goodnight Daddy.’
Hinata felt the little bug skitter down her shoulder, getting comfortable for the night, snug and warm behind her ear, with a steady heartbeat to lull her and a scrumptious flow of chakra to snack on when she got hungry.
Closing her eyes, Hinata tried to get her tired mind to rest, having a hard time getting her brain to shut off, now that she was relaxed, she found her mind thinking of the usual random mumbo-jumbo that she came across when she tried to slip into unconsciousness, and it became increasingly clear that she was had a few things on her mind.
Re: Coming Home « Result #6 on Nov 3, 2009, 9:40am »
Shino's palm froze on the doorknob when her voice called out.
”Y-You... You don't have to go... I mean... it's your room...”
Well, she was right, but in a sense... He wasn't going to argue. She wanted him to stay for now, probably in case she couldn't get something. Going back by the closet, behind her, he pulled off the now grimy shirt. It felt good to get those clothes off. He could hear her rustling the cloth on the bed, and a sigh. In a part of his mind, he wished it could have been like this under different circumstances. Stripping off the muddy, bloody, and wet pants, he pulled on some fresh sweatpants. Realizing he had forgotten to grab a shirt when fishing through for clothes for both of them, he went to the closet. Ahh... damn. It was tomorrow that he was to do his laundry, and his last sleep shirt was being worn by Hinata. An odd feeling, picked up by his insects, caused him to turn around. What wa-- Ooh. He'd turned around a little too soon. She had pulled up the shorts, allowing a glimpe of the clean skin beneath. He idly wondered if it was as soft as- He shook his head again. He needed some sleep. But, he couldn't help but notice... Shino liked the way Hinata looked in his clothes. He shrugged it off, picking up the hairbrush and sitting on the bed next to her.
”I'm going to brush your hair out now, okay? Your head doesn't hurt?”
”Mmm... no, it doesn't.”
He crawled backwards on the bed. She was hanging off the edge, which probably wasn't very comfortable with the excess of injuries she had. He knew that injured ankles needed to be elevated.
”I'm... just going to scoot you back a bit, 'kay?”
He didn't really listen to her response, instead grabbing her hips. He'd normally pull someone back by their torso, but he was conscious of her injured ribs. Shino pulled her back a couple feet, before leaning and pulling her feet onto the bed, mindful of the injuries there. That... should be better. He held out his index finger.
”Maggie.”
A little buzzing sound cane from Hinata's hairline; apparently the little bug had taken up residence under the woman's bangs. She buzzed out and landed on the tip of his finger, before shuffling her wingcases.
'Yes, daddy?'
”I need you to cut the rubber band.”
The little bug just buzzed, happy to have a job that somewhat involved destroying something. She landed at the base of the ponytail, and her mandibles worked overtime, chewing through the elastic as if it was peanut butter. However... when she got through it, it did as any elastic band that was been stretched would do: It snapped. She was sent flying backwards. She wasn't injured, no, she had actually found it kind of fun. However, she resigned to remain in the little pile of clothes for the time being, until the dizziness wore off. Kikaichu were pretty sturdy like that.
Shino sat on his knees behind her, the hair falling downwards, a bit tangled from being up and wet so long. Having seen Hinata brush her hair before, he had an idea how it was done, and began at the bottom. Thankful for the conditioner he had used, Shino found the brush sliding nicely through her hair, only snagging every now and then on a couple tangles. After a long while (The girl had a LOT of hair), Shino just found himself running the brush down the length of her silky hair, just enjoying the interaction now. But, they were both tired. He set the brush on the table. He stood on his knees, spreading them for support.
”Okaay. Time for sleep.”
Picking the girl up carefully, he laid her down with her head on the pillow, pulling the blanket up. IT was time for bed, for sure. There would be a lot to think about tomorrow. Brushing the hair out of her face, he scooted, heading towards the other side to get down. There was a cozy spot on the couch waiting for him.
Re: Coming Home « Result #7 on Nov 2, 2009, 10:54pm »
Hinata blushed as he fetched the medical supplies, struggling to keep her breathing steady as she heard him approach the room again, her eyes closing. For his part he did his duty well, focusing on her wounds rather than her body as a whole. She flinched when the alcohol first touched her open wounds, gritting her teeth as he sterilized the wounds with the harsh liquid, staying quiet save for the occasional grunt. Of course, her thoughts were not so quiet.
’Ow, ow, ow! Kuso that stings… Don‘t hit him, don‘t hit him, don‘t hit him, this is to help, he has to do it… Don’t hit him…’
She focused on the anger to help dull the pain, an impressive string of curses fading in and out of her thoughts as he worked his way around her torso. She did what she could to help, shifting to give him better access to her injuries as he made his way around her body. It was a relief when he started to apply the salve, the ointment helping to stop the bleeding as it coated the wound.
She sucked in her stomach when he started to wrap the bandages, the gentle brush of his hands against her abdomen making her skin tingle. When he got to her ribs she sucked in a breath, his hands nearing dangerous territory, though she knew his focus was on her injuries. If ever she had doubted Shino’s character, she was sure of it now, the man was an absolute saint, and she made a note to reward him handsomely at her earliest opportunity.
Hinata found it became a bit more complicated when he started to work on her arms, maneuvering so that she was still able to conceal herself while he worked on one arm, then the other, patiently waiting for the ordeal to be over. Her arms did not take long, nor did her legs, and all too soon she was balancing on one leg, one hand brushing the countertop for support as he braced her ankle. Once her ankle was cared for he stood and she lowered her foot, both arms at her chest again as she tested a bit of weight on her ankle as he set the supplies aside.
”Will you be able to dress? I.. I can help, if you need it.”
She blushed, dimly aware of how much awkwardness and discomfort it took for Shino to actually stumble with his words. She took his arm almost mechanically as he led her back to what she was aware would be his bedroom, making it to the room without incident, for which she was grateful. She relaxed some when she found herself lowered onto the edge of his bed, watching as Shino found her something decent to wear, apparently digging up something for himself before bringing her the oversized shirt and shorts, technically boxer shorts, but she didn’t want to think about that fact in too much detail at the moment. Her cheeks tinged as he headed for the door and she nibbled her lower lip, the brief moment of pain making her feel less embarrassed.
”Y-You… You don‘t have to go… I mean… It‘s your room…”
She resisted the desire to groan at how stupid she sounded, and in that moment the only thing that stopped her from flopping back on the bed was how much it would hurt to do so. Grabbing the shirt with her right hand she found the end and pulled it onto her head to keep from making a bigger ass out of herself, a faint, unintelligible mutter coming from the mass of cloth before she finally managed to get the shirt on, the dark cloth pooling at her hips.
Poking her head through the shirt she sighed, hearing a distinct rustle of cloth behind her, telling her that Shino was still in the room. She kept her gaze downward, staring at the shorts in her hand before slowly turning her left leg, getting her foot through the appropriate hole before managing the same feat with her other foot, tugging the boxers up past her knees until the bed proved to be an unavoidable obstacle. So, Hinata followed logic, and logic dictated that she stand. It wasn’t a particularly difficult maneuver, the mattress high enough that standing was really rather easy to accomplish.
Hinata smiled when she let her towel fall, Shino’s shirt falling to it’s full length on her slender form, the shirt reaching just past the mid-thigh point, and she wondered idly if she should bother with the shorts at all. But, once again, logic struck her; they were already on, and removing them would be more trouble than it was worth. Besides, saint or not, Shino was only human, and Hinata was well aware that she didn’t want to give him the wrong idea about her intentions, nor did she want to risk causing any temptation in either party’s case.
She tugged the boxers up the rest of her thighs, the hem of the shirt rising as she pulled the shorts up the rest of the way, revealing the briefest glimpse of pale, creamy flesh before she was once again covered, slowly sitting down on the bed again, waiting to feel the familiar weight of Shino beside her.
« Last Edit: Nov 2, 2009, 10:55pm by Hyuuga Hinata »
Re: Coming Home « Result #8 on Nov 2, 2009, 8:53am »
Shino did his best to help the poor woman. He paled to think of what Kiba or Neji would have done I this situation. Would they have been helpful to her? Would Neji even try to help her? Kiba, of course, would have tried his best, but the Inuzuka wasn't very cool-headed, nor was he too gentle. Akamaru might have tried licking, which would of also been bad. It was good he had found her. As he helped the woman out of the tub, he let her lean against him to set her feet on the floor. By now, the coppery scent of blood was just as prevalent as the scent of his soaps. It seems washing the wounds had opened them. He turned away after she was stead, allowing her to dry off and setting himself to work on cleaning out the tub. The sides were caked with dried blood and mud, and he rinsed them all away, using the showerhead he had used on Hinata's hair. The tub was about clean when he heard her voice.
”I'm r-ready Shino...”
He knew the bandaging was next, so it shouldn't have surprised him. He himself had assessed the damage to her torso. Still, he couldn't help but redden slightly when he turned to find her with her arms protecting her chest, towel wrapped around her hips, as well as a scarlet flush on her skin. Shino went and fetched the bandages. Holding the gauze and alcohol in one hand and the adhesive and antibacterial in the other, he knelt in front of her, using what medical knowledge he knew to treat her. He cut a strip of gauze, gently dabbing her torso, since ti was still bleeding, and used another piece to clean the sites with alcohol. He used a gel-like substance, the antibiotic, to medicate the wounds. Ironically, the jar he was using was a home-made antibiotic, crafted by Hinata herself. If it didn't work, nothing would. He moved around her, repeating the process on all the wounds, paying special attention to the back, using a large portion of the jar contents. When he finished treating, he came back to the front. Shino picked up the bandage and placed the end just below her bellybutton, using a small amount of adhesive to hold it in place. Getting back to his feet, Shino passed it around, wrapping up Hinata's torso, mindful when he reached high enough to wrap her injured ribs. Checking around the back, he made sure that the morbid butterfly was covered. He could somewhat still see the shape of it, blood soaking the thin layer of gauze. Shino wrapped until he completely covered the visible wounds, not going any higher than he needed to, and then started back down on a second layer. The roll of gauze ran a foot or two short, and he taped it off across her uninjured side. Grabbing a new roll, he set to work on her arms and legs, repeating the same process.
It was close to three when Shino finished dressing the numerous wounds. About her ankle... it was sprained, this much he knew. She should keep her weight off of it. And it should be braced. He didn't really have.... oh! There were small rods of bamboo in a decorative vase in the corner. The rods were about a half inch thick; perfect. Pulling one out, he snapped it in half, each side about seven inches long. Putting one on either side of her affected ankle, Shino adhered the bandage down and tightly (But loose enough to allow for circulation) wrapped it up passed the top of the rods. He went back down, gently lifting her foot and bringing the wrapping under her heel to make it more solid. After taping it off at her instep, he grabbed the supplies, stepping back. That should be it for now. Setting the supplied on the counter, get fumbled for and grabbed the hairbrush, sticking it in his pocket. She'd want to sit down, and he'd just take her to bed, brush her hair before he left.
”Will you be able to dress? I.. I can help, if you need it.”
Shino waited for a reply, offering an arm to help her to the bedroom to lie down, where he could fetch some clothes. A loose tshirt, a pair of boxers and a pair of shorts ought to be good. Shino didn't have a whole lot that would fit the girl. Getting her to the bedroom, he sat her on the edge of his bed, then went to retrieve some clothes for her, fishing out some fresh clothes for himself as well. He'd dress when she did, or help her then leave, but he'd come back to brush her hair before helping her to sleep for the night.
Re: Coming Home « Result #9 on Nov 2, 2009, 12:02am »
Hinata didn’t see Shino’s blush when her thoughts turned towards the more embarrassing shower topics, her thoughts pausing when she heard the showerhead moving and the water turning on, her cheeks darkening when Shino’s hand touched her forehead, rinsing down her hair, the simple act of water rushing through her mane making her feel instantly better. When he picked up the shampoo, she nibbled her lower lip, nodding faintly when he spoke.
”Just relax. This shouldn't hurt.”
She said nothing as he worked the shampoo into a good lather, wincing when his fingers brushed over the occasional tender spot. She saw the brown suds as they ran down her arms, grimacing despite the pain the movement caused her. When he lifted her hair she leaned forward, an unconscious, instinctual movement, one that she instantly regretted when she heard him groan. Her face darkened as he rinsed the blood from her back to reveal the wound that had been painstakingly carved into her flesh by one of her more artistic captors. Tears stung at hr eyes when she felt his touch near the wound, finally falling when she heard his murmur a moment later.
”My god...”
She closed her eyes as he helped guide her backward again, the water running through her hair to rinse out the dingy suds, starting at her scalp before Shino worked his way down until Hinata felt his hands helping to was off her lower back. As the moments ticked by she began to hear a faint buzzing, a sure sign that the Aburame was struggling to restrain his insects from doing what they do best. She smiled faintly, remembering all the times she’d listened to the dull roar of Shino’s Kikai in battle, the sound actually quite comforting after all the years she’d known him. As the last of the shampoo washed out of her hair, she hear Shino reach for the conditioner, feeling the tense strain in his voice.
”Just... what... happened to you, Hinata?”
She didn’t answer, aware that the question needed no real response at the moment. She would be forced to tell him in time, he would never allow his questions to go unanswered for long, but for the moment, Hinata was content to simply be there. Besides, her side hurt badly enough without having to go through a lengthy discussion at the moment, and the memories were too fresh to think over without running the risk of transmitting the accompanying thoughts and trauma that she didn’t want Shino to witness.
Once the conditioner was rinsed from her hair, Shino moved it aside, the weight of his gaze on her back almost painful as her cheeks grew warm. Fortunately he did not call attention to it, instead choosing to fulfill his duties to aid her. Hinata heard the halt in the flow of water in the pipes, risking a glance his way as he helped wring the excess water from her hair before tying it at the base of her neck. It was a crude style, and would likely be a bit painful to remove, but it would fulfill it’s purpose, and at the moment that was all that mattered. Shino wiped his hands on his pants, the awkwardness seemingly dispelled for the moment. Of course, that never lasts long.
”Anything else?”
She blushed, shaking her head slowly.
”Th-Thank you Shino…”
He nodded, double-checking to ensure that she had a washcloth handy before setting the bottle of body wash on the edge of the tub, slowly closing the shower curtain to afford her what privacy he could. Slowly rising from the stool Shino moved to the opposite end of the room, leaning against the counter much as Hinata had not long before, focusing on thoughts of her injuries and the anger that boiled in him, anything to keep in perspective why Hinata was naked not 10 feet from him, vulnerable and in pain. He heard the splashes of her movement, the dirty water lapping at the sides of the tub with every move. It would have been more sanitary to drain and refill the tub, but it would hardly do much good, considering Hinata could not leave the tub long enough to rinse out the grime and dirt. Crossing his arms, Shino waited and listened, trying to keep his presence as unnoticeable as possible.
Hinata slowly extended her legs, allowing her aching body to stretch, groaning softly as she held her arm to her side, her breath a dull hiss as she exhaled through her teeth, mentally pushing through the pain. Dipping the cloth in the murky waters she set it on the rim of the tub, opening the bottle of soap with a flick of her thumb before lifting the bottle to her nose, taking a casual sniff, the scent making her smile, a faint giggle coming from her curved lips.
’I‘m going to smell like Shino now…’
Hinata rolled her eyes at her own goofiness, attributing it to exhaustion before squeezing some of the soap onto the damp cloth, setting the bottle aside in favor of picking up the washcloth again rubbing it on her shoulder to work up a decent lather before washing her left arm, focusing on one half of her body at a time. Once her arm was fully lathered she started on her side, hissing low as she scrubbed over her injured ribs, determined to get through the process quickly so as not to keep Shino standing there for too long.
She scrubbed her pale flesh as roughly as she was able, ignoring the pain as wounds opened anew in her desire to get the grime and dirt from her flesh. Her chest was more or less unscathed save for a few bruises, for which she was grateful, she didn’t even want to imagine Shino having to treat those kinds of wounds. Her stomach was a different story, suffering numerous slices, though none were so deep as the ones at her back. She didn’t even try to reach the wounds there, her shoulder and side as close as she could get, thankful that Shino had taken care of her back when he washed her hair.
She did what she could to reach her right side, her focus turning to her legs before she even had to consider switching hands. Regardless of how she approached her legs Hinata knew it was going to hurt, so she didn’t bother to take the time to assess the possibilities, instead opting to simply bend her right knee, pulling her leg as close to her torso as she could manage before scrubbing herself down with the already grimy cloth, ignoring what pain she was still able to feel above her other injuries. The left leg followed, the pain of moving her leg much worse than she’d experienced with her right leg, even considering the injured ankle, her ribs affecting her more severely than any of her other wounds.
Once she’d scrubbed everything in reach, including the tops of her feet, Hinata slowly shifted her left arm, taking the dirty cloth and scrubbing down her right arm, her right hand pressing against her side in an attempt to minimize the pain. Once her arm and shoulder were soaped up she sighed, realizing for the first time that tears were running down her cheeks, and she wondered idly if Shino had heard her pain. Sighing, she let the cloth sink beneath the murky depths of the tub, peering around the shower curtain.
”Shino?”
”What do you need, Hinata?”
She nibbled on her lower lip.
”Anou… Could you help me up? I‘m r-ready to r-rinse now…”
He pushed away from his spot on the counter, wordlessly moving beside the tub to turn on the water again, briefly testing the temperature before setting the showerhead down. Closing his eyes, Shino slowly opened the shower curtain, reaching out for her. The moment he felt her hands touch his he leaned down, his hands skimming down her arms until he made it past her elbows, gripping her arms as gently as he was able. Setting his jaw, he slowly straightened, hoisting the young woman up, ignoring her whimpers as she shifted. He loosed his grip when her hands left his arms, blindly groping for the showerhead, offering it to her once he found it. He stepped back, nodding in response to her murmured thanks, his eyes still closed, refusing to open them again until he heard the shower curtain slide closed and the sounds of the spray of water beating down on her.
Hinata sighed, her face red as she stood in the dirty water, the heated spray massaging away some of her aches as the grimy suds were rinsed away. She started with her left shoulder, letting the water run down until she felt the suds slithering down past her knee before she shifted the angle of the spray to beat down on her throat and collarbone, continuing the simple process until the suds were gone and the water that ran down her flesh was clean, save perhaps for the tint of blood here and there. Once the suds were gone she set the spray to douse her back, gritting her teeth as the heated water washed down her back, the sting making her hiss yet again, tears trailing down her cheeks anew. Lastly she sighed, washing off her right arm before pointing the spray at her face, using her right hand to gingerly wash her face as best she could, unable to risk using soap on a split lip and a black eye. Once she was rinsed off she bit her lip, unable to stall anymore.
”Shino?”
He nodded, moving to the side of the tub, holding out a hand. She gave him the shower nozzle, which he set aside, shutting off the flow for a final time. Then, closing his eyes, Shino reached out, hearing the shower curtain slowly open again, her hands taking hold of his arms yet again, allowing him to grip her just above the elbows. Slowly, without so much as a word passing between them, he supported her slim weight long enough for her feet to find purchase on the tile floor, waiting until she was sturdy before he started to turn, helping her limp across the room to stand in front of the counter where her towels awaited, turning back to the tub before slowly allowing his eyes to open again, met with the sight of murky water and dingy soap bubbles. Keeping his back to her he set the tub to drain, watching the crimson water fade, the level falling as the evidence of her ordeal was sent rushing down the drain.
Hinata busied herself with the task of drying her dripping form, toweling off as best she could without running the risk of fully revealing herself, despite the fact that Shino’s back was turned. Her legs she really couldn’t do much with, forced to let them air dry, not that it would be any different than how she usually dried off. She jumped when she heard the sound of water pounding on the side of the tub, glancing at Shino’s back while he rinsed out the tub, apparently trying to give her as much time to dry as he was able.
After a long minute of patting herself as dry as she could, Hinata secured the towel around her waist, aware that she would not be able dress until her wounds were cared for, and, as much as it embarrassed her to be so inappropriately dressed before him, it would be easier than having to actually remove the towel for him to be able to examine her wounds, and sometimes, one must make due with the lesser of two evils. Crossing an arm over chest, Hinata attempted shrink into herself, ignoring the pain it caused her ribs as she glanced his way, her head low.
”I’m r-ready Shino…”
She was, for the most part, dry, and despite having been steeped in the ruddy waters, her flesh was back to it’s original, pinked hue, except, of course, for her feet, ankles, and calves, which she’d not been able to rinse off while standing in the filthy water. Standing there, with most of her body bare before him, Hinata found herself flushing scarlet, and a part of her wished they could have reached their current situation by any other means than what had actually happened.
Re: Coming Home « Result #10 on Nov 1, 2009, 7:57pm »
Shino waited for her to answer, keeping his head down. She did not answer immediately, however, choosing to think aloud. Instead, she mulled about the process, not sparing Shino the mental detail. He fidgeted his thumbs on his knees. This was going to be difficult, for sure. Her thought processes got around to the actual soap, and he immediately busied himself, face darkening slightly. Grabbing the waterhead from the wall, he turned the water on, making sure it was warm. Since Hinata went silent in thought, he decided to start for her, remaining silent himself. Cupping his hand at her forehead so teat the water didn't run into her eyes, he soaked down her hair, watching as the scuzzy water rolled out. Her hair was rough; unclean, nothing like it should be. Stopping the water, he picked up the shampoo, resolving to fix that situation.
”Just relax. This shouldn't hurt.”
Thing was, Shino didn't know if there was any damage done to her head. He squeezed a good dollop onto the top of the girl's head, she had a lot of hair. Her costs in shampoo and conditioner monthly must be tremendous. His mind wandered on odd topics, trying to keep his mind off of the fact he was helping Hinata wash. His fingers worked gently to her scalp, feeling for any wounds, and lathering, The soap took an odd, grungy brown color which caused him to frown, that had to feel uncomfortable. Pulling locks of hair up (mindful of soap that could potentially fall into her eyes) he rubbed them into the soap, getting them off her back and into the shampoo. Rubbing the ends together in his palms,, he noticed that the blood on her back formed an intricate pattern, and rested her long hair over her shoulder. His groan was audible. Beneath the blood , her skin was laid open, cut deeply. She was leaning forward, and he cooled the water some, running it on her back and clearing away some of the blood. It seemed to be... a butterfly. Worry immediately filtered into his mind, and his insects writhed within, feeding on the suppressed urge to destroy something. His finger traced lightly along the top ridge of the right wing. He muttered under his breath.
”My god...”
Pulling the hose over, he cupped her forehead again, pulling the girl gently backwards so he could rinse her hair. Once her scalp was rinsed, and back to its natural color, he worked on the remaining tresses, using the runoff soap to wash the blood off of her back, making sure to use his hand, as a cloth would only irritate the wounds. Dear god, what happened to this girl? The room was silent, save for the sounds of the water, and a low buzz. The low, ominous buzzing of millions of destruction beetles, wearing their chitin down trying to resist living up to their name. They didn't have a target, but, by all the gods, they'd make their own. Shino made no move to hush them. He was infuriated, but that made his touch no less gentle. Rinsing the last of the soap out of her hair, Shino repeated the process with the conditioner. He steeled his voice.
”Just... what... happened to you, Hinata?”
All the while, he made sure the soap didn't get into her eyes, and used his fingers to pull the tangles out of her hair while rinsing the conditioner, starting at the bottom and going up, then rinsing it back downward again. Moving her hair to the side, he made sure the skin on her back was cleaned, and the wound was more visible. An ornate butterfly was carved right into her skin. The cuts were deep, oozing blood, and would scar heavily if untreated.
Making sure she was completely rinsed, Shino turned the dial, and the water shut off. From what her thoughts told him, she was doing the rest herself. He reached to the shelf behind him, and retrieved an elastic band. Squeezing the water out of her hair, he crudely balled it and tied it off at the base of her neck. It would keep it out of the disgusting water she was sitting in. Shino wiped his hands off on his pants.
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