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At The Intersection of Gauche and Obtuse	By : Sushi4Brains Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2102 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Two days after the team took off for Tenchi Bridge, Kakashi hit a pothole on the road to recovery – well … more like a sinkhole.
Spiraling down in a psychedelic haze, he drifted in and out of consciousness for a week. Twice daily, members of the happy peppy physical therapy team ambushed his body, massaging and manipulating his extremities like bread dough. Every six hours, medics exchanged the massive plastic bags of fluid that kept him nourished, hydrated and in a twilight sleep.
Today, the process of weaning him from the heavy-duty drugs would begin
under Lady Tsunade’s watchful eye.
“Ready or not, here I come. Oh, you’re dressed … well that won’t do.” Making a note on his chart near the door, Tsunade glanced over at him. “Lose the shirt.”
“Pardon?”
“Your shirt,” she said striding toward the window, “take it off. The mask has gotta go too.”
“The coy smile, locking the door … the seductive stroll to the window to close the blinds,” he said hugging the sheets to his chest, “why, Lady Tsunade … what are your intentions?”
“Getting you out of my hospital as soon as possible. You’re a distraction for the civilian nurses.”
“I blame my parents. Not entirely my fault I’m devastatingly handsome and witty, you know.” His smile slowly disappeared as she removed a small container and a paint brush from her pocket.
Having arranged these items and a syringe on the overbed table, she turned to him saying, “Such an honor to be in the presence of a ninja and comedian. I don’t know what to say other than, shirt … off… now!”
Slowly the hem of his top inched up. “So, that’s the way of it, huh? Render me immobile with a sealing jutsu so you can have your way with me--”
“Well … it would be more work but, I could just punch you in the head and be done with it--”
“Oh no, that won’t do. I’m a romantic and I prefer remaining conscious after a lady asks me to strip.”
“Fine, and just so we’re clear… a string bean like you is hardly my type. I’d snap you like a twig long before things got interesting.”
“Promises, promises.”
“The medicine I’m about to administer is very effective … it has some ugly side effects though; that’s why I need the sealing jutsu.”
"Always was your favorite guinea pig.”
"Look, you wanna spend another week here? No? Then quiet down and hold still.”
Crumpling the shirt in his lap, he gave her a crooked smile. “If the medicine is as effective as you say, why do you need--?”
She blew out an exasperated breath. "Already told you ... nasty side effects. This stuff can make you hallucinate and I’ll be damned if I let you destroy the hospital or injure my staff should you decide to light up the halls with your Raikiri.”
"Lady Tsunade, I would never--"
“The mask, Kakashi … it’s gotta come off.” Grabbing hold the singlet, she pulled it over his head and dropped it in his lap before he could protest. “The medicine accelerates healing, but I don’t know how or if it will negatively affect you. Now, lean forward and stop talking.”
Raising his arms above his head, the satisfying stretch eased out a groan as tired muscles pull him forward. Forearms resting atop his thighs, the cold thick paint tickled when she smeared it over tenketsu points on either side his spine. “My team,” he growled as the brush trailed up and over his shoulders.
“Sit up and hush … I need to concentrate.” Broad strokes connect each line from the top of his shoulders to the base of his throat. She turned back to the table and now with the ink pot in hand, thin lines trace along his breastbone toward his navel. Another daub of the brush and upwards strokes leave concentric circles over the area of his heart.
“Well, you heard anything yet?”
“Almost done … would you please be quiet?”
He remained still as she flashed through hand signs to activate the jutsu, didn’t mumble another word when she directed the beam of a penlight into his natural eye and hardly flinched when she administered the injection. Finally, when she turned to collect her supplies, he said, “You never answered my question … what of my team?”
He watched her shoulders sag. “Haven’t heard a word since they left. Listen, this stuff is gonna knock you out for a few hours,” she said easing his arms into the singlet and pushing him against the pillows. “Try not to worry okay … no news is good news, right?”
‘No news is good news’ – what a crock of shit, he thought as he watched her walk away. ‘No news is good news’ is the pabulum we spoon fed to civilians; it’s meant to calm their fears about loved ones off on missions.  For shinobi, no news about a team, especially one looking to capture an associate of Orochimaru can only mean they hadn’t recovered the bodies yet.
IGO IGO IGO IGO IGO
Hours of wakefulness, days spent watching the sun march across the sky and the moon shimmy through the clouds by night, Kakashi found himself longing for those lost hours, when his brain had nothing more to do than regulate the rudimentary actions of his bodily functions.
He was growing sullen . . . antsy and depressed as time passed him by.
Pitched and tossed by dark emotions, he embraced them, indulged their familiarity and made a game of identifying the myriad of sentiments running through his mind.
The most prominent was anger. Tied for first place was aggravation: with Tsunade and the cronies who forced her into making his team walk into a trap. Jealousy and resentment, he acknowledged as the last two hangers on. His warden, the Hokage, had practically set him in stocks; the seal, meant to keep him from undoing the work to heal him.
Just because I understand it, doesn’t mean I have to like it.
Two ANBU stood watch outside his door, another perched on the ledge outside his window and two more patrolled the rooftops across the street from the hospital; ready to pounce at a moment’s notice.
Ah, yes paranoia … almost forgot about you.
A tiny part of him hoped each time the door to his room slid open it would reveal the Hokage, discharge papers in hand and a smile on her lips.
‘Her time and skills are required elsewhere,’ the nurses said each time he asked.
And now as he paced barefoot across the cold, linoleum tiles in the room, he felt moreso a caged animal than a patient.
Days later, with the medication clearing out of his system, the seal on his chakra loosened and the number of guards assigned to him reduced, his mind was firing on all cylinders; his strength was coming back in waves and his mood teetered on the brink of optimism. He’d just crawled back into bed and curled up with Icha Icha Tactics when a hesitant knock at the door drew his eyes from the book.
“Kakashi-senpai. May I enter?”
"Sure,” he sighed. “Why not?”
In strode his kohai, slightly winded, his cheeks flushed as if he'd run a great distance. “Given the long face,” he teased as Tenzou took up a respectful distance from his bed, “dare I ask how the mission went?”
“I have a very handsome, oval shaped face, senpai … and the mission was aborted; a colossal clusterfuck, if you must know.”
“Aww crap! What did Naruto do this time?”
“Wasn’t him, senpai. About a mile outside the village, Sakura threw a punch that sent Sai asshole over elbows across the road.”
Kakashi lowered his book for a moment. “Never seen her flatten anybody aside from Naruto before ... what brought that on?”
“Sai … he called Sasuke a ‘little homo’, a 'traitorous cockroach,’ or something along those lines--”
“I can see why that set her off … Sasuke was her little dreamboat you know.”
“Honestly, I don’t know you did it for so long without going bonkers. Day after day, the bickering, the name-calling and yelling. There were times when I just wanted to throw ‘em all in a cage and let ‘em beat the crap out of each other.”
“Don’t feel bad,” he laughed. “In the early days, I wanted to push ‘em off a cliff myself ... even fantasized how I'd write it up as a training mishap. Only reason I didn’t was because the Sandaime would’ve pitched a bitch.”
“Yeah, well I ended up taking ‘em to a hot spring. The only thing that changed was the size of my wallet; rest of the mission went downhill from there. At Tenchi Bridge, we met up with the spy and his plus one--”
“Lemme guess … two members of the Akatsuki, right?”
“Worse. Yakushi Kabuto and his master ... Orochimaru.”
“Crap!”
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