[log; ongoing]

[kageseii]

when; 28 Oct., afternoon.
rating; PG-13.
characters; Asato Tsuzuki [cinnagami], Tatsumi Seiichirou [kageseii], Kurosaki Nagare [snakeintheveins].
summary; A warning signal leads to a terrible scene.
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[kageseii]

"I had just stepped in a few minutes ago."

Tatsumi had no idea what to do, aside from watch Nagare in his pitiful state again - well, he'd need to get the first-aide kit again. But would that even be enough this time? He considered the options before Tsuzuki brought him back to the situation at hand. Still kneeling obediently at Nagare's side, he looked over to Tsuzuki once more. He had no idea... did he?

It was impossible to keep up with, really, considering the many times he had seen him come and go.

"Tsuzuki-san, you don't know about the Kurosaki curse, do you?" he asked calmly. Would he know? Hisoka was his partner, but even then, the investigation might have been kept away from him and Tsuzuki. It likely was, now that he thought about it - otherwise, why would they have sent him and Watari to--

He didn't need to dwell on that any further. There was more urgency in the present than there ever was in the past.

[snakeintheveins]

He'll recover. Not the most promising phrase, but for a man so badly wounded, still hardly believable. The Shinigami must have some sort of healing ability.

Very carefully, Nagare attempted to sit up. It very nearly worked, despite the pain in his side: then a bolt of dizziness struck him and he grabbed for support. When his vision cleared, 'support' turned out to be Tatsumi's shoulder.

He was very glad that hand was not bloody.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, retreating into automatic politeness again and transferring his hand to the ground for support.

[cinnagami]

Kurosaki curse? Tsuzuki's eyes widened, then narrowed. What exactly had Tatsumi been keeping secret? Well, Tatsumi and Watari, it had to have been; otherwise, Watari wouldn't be lying here with a hole through him.

"No, I haven't," he said, looking down at 003's still little form. She was mechanical... right? Which meant Watari could probably repair her once he healed... right?

The little owl flapped one wing and gave a pathetic little chirp. Tsuzuki let out a pent-up sigh of relief. She'd be okay, too. Probably. Just in case, he crossed back to Watari and knelt down, trying to figure out if the other man was conscious. It looked like the answer was "not yet."

"Tatsumi, do you know what 003 is exactly?"

[kageseii]

He had felt that hand on his shoulder - yes, Nagare needed assistance as soon as possible. The situation had been far worse than it should have been, and he had to wonder just what the hell happened in his absence. Again, he had his attentions turned to Tsuzuki, looking to him and that furry mess in his hand. Even that owl of his was injured in battle.

"I honestly don't know," he replied with a small measure of bitterness. He had the rising suspicion that Watari had been excessively reckless, and he had a feeling he should be angered. It was hard to remain angry, though, when he saw that wound at his stomach - had he been anything but a shinigami, there was no doubt that he would have died instantly.

He'd be fine in a few days. It would just require some rest and care. Dully, he wondered if he could somehow pawn off that task to Tsuzuki.

[snakeintheveins]

Nagare found himself wishing that he had left his hand on Tatsumi's shoulder. His rib was objecting strenuously to sitting up, but pride and the knowledge of just how much it would hurt on impact kept him from sagging back to the floor. Well. He had been through worse. He set his teeth, took a deep breath, and looked at his son's partner. Grateful though he was that they had kept his family's secret... it seemed he had to tell the story again.

"Our ancestor slew a god," he murmured, skipping the name this time. Wounded, perhaps it would retreat for another month. He was not willing to risk it. "Its spirit haunts the head of our family, exacting its revenge on each in turn."

He faltered slightly, then curled his hand into a fist and fell silent. That would be enough for now.