Re: Coming Home « Reply #15 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 « Reply #16 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 « Reply #17 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 « Reply #18 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 « Reply #19 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 « Reply #20 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 « Reply #21 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.
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