sunshineverse | [open] 05/10

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zz old game: naruto

[open] 05/10 - 05/13

Who: Sasuke and friends, the children's television show that no child should watch
When: 05/10 - 05/13
Where: A hospital room shared with Kakashi and all the adults expressing affection that surrounds him
Notes: Physically, he's pretty healed up. He's mostly under observation, and his charts are very basic due to classified information.

In some ways, quarantine had been relaxing. Most of the time had been spent feeling his bones knit together in the right ways, the delicate ligaments healed in stages and left to find their natural flexibility. They still felt fragile, though no longer as hesitant as they'd been holding the pen to write his brief report, and tired faster than normal. But that had been part of basic T&I training. Hand damage. He was lucky they hadn't taken any of the fingers off.

He was lucky they hadn't done any number of things. They'd wanted to convince him more than extract intel, he thought, and had tried to convey to the interrogator -- masked, voice coolly professional but familiar. It spoke to confidence in more than one way.

It was something he might have liked to chew over with more than the silence of the cell, or the simple scrolls left to him to entertain himself.

But he hadn't been trusted. Wouldn't be for a long time, perhaps; he'd seen as much in the tight drawn lines of the faces that passed through, assessing. Even after his two agents had materialized the day before his release, smiles brittle but voices firm, one with the terrible white twist of bandage still covering his eyes: Uchiha didn't act of his own volition. He hadn't, but he'd been susceptible to control.

That was the word that kept flickering through even in the relative comfort of the hospital. The medic-nin had tsked at him but rigged him with an IV for hydration, and it was maybe irrational to want to see the tamper-proof seal on the saline drip. Definitely irrational, but ... he'd been susceptible.

He closed his eyes briefly at the knock on the door, waiting to see if the footsteps wound around to his curtained half of the room, if he'd need to -- the most relaxing thing about quarantine, ultimately, was not needing to think about what his face did.

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The masked interrogator had left instructions yesterday to open his cell to visitors with adequate clearance, but Sasuke had assumed that that meant that mostly other interrogators would be cleared to visit. He hadn't seen the other two, yet -- didn't know what that meant -- but his own report had been taken to review and append to the interrogation notes, leaving him nothing to do but sort through the scrolls he'd already read in search of a new angle.

There was natural light in the cell, at least, let in through a cunning horizontal window recessed at the joint of wall and ceiling. He knew which part of the basement he was being kept in mostly by the angle of sun through that crack, and at least there was a way to track time passing. Five more days, probably without any --

The warning buzzer that sounded to announce a visitor to the quarantine cells surprised him. Rolling up his scroll, Sasuke stood, expecting to most likely greet another interrogator.

The past weeks had been fraught with rescue efforts, and Yamato had made it back from Suna in time for the news that the latest attempt at least had be successful. He was a little ashamed to admit that he'd pulled all sorts of rank and security clearance to view the report as soon as it had been filed and pulled further strings to get where he was now.

Protocol meant that Obito had to keep away until his student was released from quarantine, but the same was not said for Yamato and though he was here on his own impetus and not by request, he would feel better later being able to ease the other mans worries at least a little; especially since the report had been more than harrowing to read through.

Nodding to the guard on duty, he pushed through to the cell beyond and offered Sasuke a nod in greeting; features carefully schooled in neutrality so as not to provoke anything beyond curiosity at his visit.

"It's good to see you. Sasuke."

The man who walked in was -- if not the last, certainly not the first person Sasuke had expected to see. It took a moment for him to regain equilibrium, accustomed as he'd grown to a rotation of jailers and information-gatherers, and a moment still to remember that with the kind of security clearance Yamato had, he could still be either. Or both.

He stood straighter, though not quite at formal attention, and folded his hands behind his back.

"Yamato-san," he acknowledged. "Are you here about the mission?"

He couldn't imagine anyone would be in here for any other reason.

"A social call, or as much of one as I could make it."

His mouth tugged into a half smile before smoothing again "I'm sure you've had more than enough official visits for the time being.."

His tone was wry, giving away what he knew in subtitles and settled into the comfort of parade rest. Yamato wasn't here for mission information, he had more than enough of that, no, this was for Sasuke's sake with as much leeway as he could personally swing.

"I know you have questions about the outside world and I've been given leave to answer what I can without breaching your quarantine," a warmer smile then "And there are several people who are very invested in your well being..they all send their well wishes."

Sasuke's expression was blank until the end of Yamato's explanation, when it resolved briefly into blatant surprise before it disappeared into the studied seriousness that had become habit over the past half-year. A social call to answer questions while he was still quarantined away for the safety of others: this was a kindness.

Not unexpected from Yamato, perhaps, given the pattern of their interactions since they'd met, but --

You still trust me? didn't slip out. But Sasuke opened his mouth and closed it again before speaking, trying not to sound too desperate.

"The two who were with me," he said, shame colouring his voice despite his efforts: "The ones I -- hurt. How are they?"

He was expecting this and doesn't hesitate in his answer.

"Both have recovered enough to be discharged from the hospital and are on reduced duties until their rehabilitation is complete." There were more details but he didn't offer more than was necessary; another kindness maybe, but considering he was never in the habit of sugar coating mission details, it was the lesser of the two initial blows for now.

He went about finishing his duties as quickly as possible, without skirting them entirely. Right now, the priority was getting to see his little brother, and what state he was in. He wonders, if Sasuke knew, or has some idea, that it's Itachi who called his absence in.

The curtain gently slides open to reveal him, with a thin, worried, but hopeful smile. He's so glad to see you.

Sasuke hadn't expected a visitor so soon after being unceremoniously discharged from quarantine, only to be just as unceremoniously sped through triage and assigned an observation room at the general hospital. He didn't recognize the pattern of Itachi's footfalls at first, the familiar pace of them only registering when he looked up and met his brother's eyes.

It hadn't been that long since they'd met, technically.

"Nii-san," he said, belatedly, and looked for a smile to put on in greeting.

"Sasuke." Comes the easy answer, expression taking on warmth. Seems he has a bit less to worry about.

Though, he cannot help a small fork of guilt. Had this been his doing, promoting Sasuke too early, letting him get in over his head...?

Hell try not to think about it, instead giving Sasuke a look over from head to toe, rather quickly.

"How are you feeling?"

Back in January, Obito had told him to act normal. It had been weird, then, figuring out what normal was supposed to be like, but things had started slotting into place after not too long. This had been one, on the few times Sasuke had been home: keeping his shoulders relaxed, eyes direct, demonstrating calm in the safety of his brother.

"I'm fine," he said, and pushed himself up to sit straighter in the bed. "The injuries have been healed. I'm just here for observation.

"What about you? Did you run into trouble?"

"Ah, nothing much, just...waiting for you." Not too many enemy scouts, or any ambushes. He'd picked a nice, safe area, and it seems any enemy forces were dedicated on the other end, having picked up his brother.

Sasuke's state is a huge relief. They could've done much more to him.

Don't feel guilty, the blinded intel agent had said through the bars, putting a hand on Sasuke's shoulder as if that would make the command somehow work. It had been in the T&I training manual, even; a captured shinobi was not meant to waste time on guilt.

But that was because a captured shinobi was not meant to have done anything to be guilty for.

This, though, even without any overt sign of disappointment from anyone, which was the strangest part -- Sasuke's careful smile twitched, tension washing over his face for a moment before he remembered to put it away.

"I'm glad," he said, and was. "We were only able to get a limited amount of intel from our sector; did you find anything new in yours?"

Fugaku was not good at consoling people. He didn't have a good bedside manner. He didn't like hospitals. He was also swamped in the fall out of having a child captured and interrogated. Sasuke hadn't come back maimed, all body parts intact, but physical was only one side of things. Physical was easy to fix, most of the time.

"Visiting hours are over. The patients need their rest," A young medic said uncertainly as she found Fugaku wandering around the floor. The irony was he'd almost found Sasuke's room by that point. She probably expected Fugaku to be belligerent or insistent that he be allowed to visit his child.

Fugaku shifted the bundle he'd been carrying instead. "I am aware of that. Would you mind giving this to Uchiha Sasuke? He's in room 573." She knew who he'd been here to see. The medic looked at the neatly wrapped blanket and pillow and then to Fugaku.

"Would you like to come back tomorrow and give them to tomorrow?" She asked hesitantly. Fugaku decided she must be younger or newer to this than he'd thought.

"That won't be necessary. Just see that he gets them when it won't interrupt his rest," Fugaku instructed. The medic took the soft bundle with a still confused look on her face. Fugaku couldn't think of anything else to say to impress the importance of the request on the girl.

"Good." Fugaku tried to convey in tone that he would certainly know if she hadn't done what he'd asked and that she would certainly be in a great deal of trouble if this thing didn't come to pass. This tone usually worked excellently with young Uchiha and rookie officers, so Fugaku left it at that.

"Have," Fugaku said, feeling there was some irony in the phrase. "A pleasant evening." The girl squeaked something in return. Fugaku gave the closed door one last look before nodding to the girl and turning to go.

Sasuke had only been half-asleep; the transition from T&I quarantine to hospital had been the first time he'd seen daylight directly in two weeks, and it had startled him with how direct it could be. And then, immediately after, with how quickly he could forget something his body knew as familiarly as how sunlight felt. The lack of a lock on the door and the presence of large, open windows had been disconcerting as well, even as the rational part of his mind reminded him that he was an Uchiha and known to hospital staff besides; they could hardly have put him in the basement rooms used only when in dire need of space.

He'd noticed the seals, however, triggered to alert staff if he left by the window or the door. It shouldn't have made him relax.

But he had, up until his dozing mind registered a voice he knew, and not just any voice -- one that made him straighten up in bed as if he were about to be inspected and, most likely, found somewhat disappointing. That it lingered made him step out of bed after a moment, concerned mostly for whatever night staff might be unaware that Fugaku was unlikely to be deterred by things like "visiting hours".

Yet, oddly enough, when he cracked open the door (making the orderly down the hall jump at her station and direct a startled glance in their direction), Fugaku appeared to be leaving. The nurse, her arms full of linens at what was an odd time for a change, gave him a look no less surprised, but Sasuke only stared at the retreating back.

"... Father?" The address finally slipped out, more hesitant than he ever liked to sound around his father.

Fugaku had begun to turn when he heard the door open. He came around as he heard Sasuke's voice. It was an odd relief to see Sasuke awake and standing on his feet. An oddly physical sensation deep in his gut too, compounding the general unease of being in the hospital. Fugaku hesitated, then marched back to the nurse. He gave her a little bow and took the stack of linens from her, before turning to Sasuke.

"From home. They're clean." It occurred to Fugaku then that Sasuke might not be well enough to carry bedding--either hand injuries or instability walking. Fugaku couldn't chastise Sasuke for being up when he should be resting. Fugaku has never been easy resting, even when he had an injury.

"From home. They're clean." Fugaku frowned at Sasuke. All at once he thought of how tall Sasuke had gotten, but how small and young he still seemed. Sixteen had seemed much older when Fugaku had been sixteen, but these were different times. Perhaps not for much longer, but times had been different. This might not be the first time Fugaku had to hear one of his children had been captured.

"Don't make the medics job harder by wandering around when you shouldn't. Rest when you're supposed to," Fugaku chastised somberly. "You mother is waiting for you to come home."

It didn't register for a moment, Sasuke staring at the linens that had been transferred from the nurse to his arms, and then he recognized the scent -- the dryer sheets Mikoto liked to use (he'd helped her fold laundry when very, very young), the softness of the fabric in comparison to stiff, starched hospital bedding. And Fugaku had brought them for him ...

... had his father been worried?

It was a weird thought, one that left Sasuke blinking blankly at Fugaku for a long moment -- not so much because he didn't think that Fugaku could, but more because ... a very old, very familiar voice inside him supplied: but Itachi's fine. And he was. And so was Sasuke, physically, all the injuries long healed up, even the remaining bruises mostly invisible. He was still young enough, the medics had said.

"Thank you," he said, belatedly, stumbling now that the silence had stretched into awkwardness, and slipping unconsciously into the more familiar form of address for Mikoto. "I'm not -- I'm no longer injured. I'm fine. You can tell Mom not to worry."

Naruto's stays in the realm of the medic-nin were always pretty short (due to him being a quick healer, or a very annoying visitor) but unlike many he didn't actually have much of an issue with the place. The general feeling of unease that hospitals tended to inspire didn't seem to permeate Naruto's exterior in the slightest, and he took to visiting patients like he would a typical house call.

That said, his level of loud enthusiasm never really sat well with the medics and nurses, and often saw him being thrown out in order to give patients peace and quiet enough to recover properly. Therefore, upon hearing about the state of his teammate after returning from a brief outing across the border, Naruto made a beeline for the hospital.

There were some serious benefits to having heightened sensory skills thanks to his sage training, and what good were benefits if he didn't make use of them? Sasuke's chakra stuck out like a sore, memorable thumb and Naruto quickly ran up the side of the building, only accidentally peeping into two incorrect windows before he found his target and ducked in through the window.

"What've you done now, eh?" Naruto demanded as he dumped a bag on the foot of Sasuke's bed and then folded his arms in a manner not entirely dissimilar from his mother's.

Sasuke wasn't so much injured as he was -- suspect, really, which wasn't something he was trying to dwell on but kept being forced to face -- and so he'd woken early on the eleventh, grimacing as the medic-nin gave him the second of what would hopefully be several all-clears. He'd only barely pulled his shirt back over his head when a blur of blond and orange invaded, and his first instinct was to roll his eyes before even properly ascertaining that it was Naruto.

His second instinct was to carefully draw his feet up to sit cross-legged on his bed, folding his arms and generally putting himself in a position from which it would be very difficult to move quickly. Not that he could feel any trace of that easy blankness, but -- but. Just in case.

"I've done work," he snapped, trying to keep his voice level and normal. And after months of it, and far longer than that only occasionally seeing Naruto for more than a few snatched days at a time, it came surprisingly easy. "Unlike some people."

Sasuke had been gone longer than normal, and though Naruto hadn't been told much for whatever reason, he knew it was something different from his usual habits of avoidance. There was something... off about him, like he was trying to lock something from his frontal vision into his peripheral, something obvious and loud that kept climbing out of every box he tried to force it into...

Naruto wasn't sure, though, and poking at Sasuke straight from the off had never brought forward any successful results before, so he held back. See, he could learn his lesson. Sometimes. When it involved personal gain.

"Oiy! I've been doin' plenty, y'know!" He shifted the bag aside a little more and moved to mirror Sasuke's sitting position on the end of his bed, crossed legs and all. "I've been outta town too while you've been off explorin' or whatever."

Exploring or whatever. Sasuke had gotten so used to people knowing exactly what he'd been exploring, and even most of the whatever -- most, except --

What had been left out of his interrogation with Konoha's intel, still classified, still bodies all in a row and blood pooling --

He folded his arms, ignoring how awkward it made his position in the bed, and tucked his hands between bicep and ribcage, before delivering as unimpressed an expression as he could at first Naruto and then the bag he shifted out of the way in order to take over Sasuke's bed. Naruto's travels had been distantly on his radar (it wasn't like he was keeping track), much like Naruto's occasional brag about training (which he was keeping track of), and it wasn't like he'd been jealous, but they'd sounded interesting.

More interesting than the next two months would be for Sasuke, at least.

"I suppose being a tourist is plenty of work for you," he conceded, before not in any way expressing curiosity in the answer to: "How long are you going to be in the village this time?"

"Eeh?! Tourist? Who'd ya think you're callin' a tourist, huh?" Yeah, he sure was yelling almost at the top of his voice while sitting on a hospital bed that didn't belong to him, directing the brunt of his ire at a patient. It really wasn't surprising that he often got thrown out of this place. "I've been doin' my job! I go where Obito-sensei sends me!"

He folded his arms, let his expression go sullen, and actually managed to withhold his answer for a moment or two... before he caved, unable to resist the sharing of information.

"I'm here for at least the month. Next month, I dunno. Depends how the borders are lookin'... They've been real tough, you noticed that?"

Sasuke winced at the decibel level mostly for show (his hearing had been permanently damaged by Naruto way before either of them could remember, probably), but show was half the battle with Naruto. As were expressions -- he didn't bother responding with words to Naruto's claims, instead allowing a raised eyebrow to speak volumes as to his answer, something like obviously I'm calling you a tourist, dumbass.

Silence would work for the answer he wanted (not that he cared), too, and did within seconds. A month was longer than usual -- was Obito holding Naruto back out of concern over the situation? In preparation for the exams?

Sasuke's mouth twisted when Naruto asked if he'd noticed the border trouble, barely holding back a sarcastic no, not at all. "If border trouble is keeping you here, then you'll be here for a while."

It was purely down to Naruto's kind heart and considerate nature that he didn't jab his leg upwards and kick Sasuke in the chin for that.

"Yeah? You find somethin' out while you were off on your secret mission?" What? No, of course he wasn't still sore about not being told where Sasuke had been for the past month or whatever. It wasn't like team-mates should look out for team-mates or anything.

"So what's goin' on with the borders then, huh? Y'know how much trouble I had passin' back through the small villages to get home at the start of the month?? Way too much. It was a nightmare, I've never seen it that bad." He scooted closer along the bedsheets and hunched his shoulders, the bag he'd brought laying forgotten at his knee as he focused in on Sasuke. Really he should have known better than to expect any juicy details from Sasuke, but hey, he could hope. Maybe this time.

His secret mission? The facetious tone was clear nearly as soon as the breath Naruto had used for the words finished, but for a moment Sasuke's guard had been down, and his gaze snapped upward sharply despite himself because -- there were people who had asked about his missions and been given vague answers, but secret was -- but Naruto was just complaining. Just complaining.

Complaining about the small villages, clearly still active around the time Sasuke had been rescued (by Gaara and another Suna-nin and Tenten, and that stung in a weird way). His hands itched for the seal he'd been using to contain the map, the questions already on his lips for what trouble, and where, and exactly when.

And then he swallowed them. It wasn't his investigation anymore. He'd fucked up. Whatever the official reason was, whatever pretty words Obito used to dress it up, he'd fucked up. He'd blinded a man and now he was staring at a fixed point past Naruto's shoulder, rearranging words on autopilot -- he'd blinded a man so now -- no longer really seeing the source in front of him, just --

"If you've been hitting border trouble, you should report to T&I." Who was running point on the situation now? Itachi? "The sooner the better, while the details are fresh." Or the mask who had interrogated him, nondescript and noncommittal exactly as an Intel agent should be? "Provide time and date of assignments so they can be cross-referenced."

He'd been more or less hovering about until the isolation was over, wanting to look Sasuke over for himself. He was no medic, no, but Sasuke was one of those people dear to him, and he didn't like knowing that he couldn't be there to support him every time things went wrong. And this time was definitely a case of that.

Still, he didn't run at the boy when he came in, instead checking if he was awake at all before approaching.

Sasuke had thought that being in hospital would be a boring sequence of observations, but clearly he'd spent too much time away from medic-nin and forgotten what it was like to upset one. Several had arrived in rapid succession to express how very annoyed they were that he'd gotten himself messed up, and at least one had tsked over the perfectly good job that had been done on his fingers in T&I just to be able to tsk, and then they'd all agreed -- to Sasuke's alarm -- that a complete system flush was in order, just in case.

So it was that he was uncomfortably awake and in need of the restroom at irritatingly frequent intervals, though it would at least break up the monotony of the next three days.

He was sitting up when Obito walked in, peering at the rate set on the drip of his IV and ignoring a meal sitting on his tray table. The sound of footsteps made him still, turning his head sharply before pausing on Obito's face.

"Sensei," he said, and then more cautiously, because he didn't know what capacity Obito was here in -- "Hokage-sama."

"Sensei for now." He moved over, planting himself beside him without so much as a by your leave. His tone was low and soft, careful, but not hesitant in the least. He clearly thought he would answer with honesty. "Are you okay?"

It was, admittedly, probably not a question that would probably get answered with anything but a 'no' but he wanted, no, needed to ask anyway.

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His brain said this is Obito, you've known him your entire life. His body, animal instinct trained faster than anything he could rationally explain, said this is chakra enough to be a threat and movement purposeful enough to be a danger. Sasuke's face, easier to control, remained appropriately respectful and calm on the sudden invasion of his space.

His body flinched.

"I am," he answered to cover it, a level of forced confidence in his tone as he redirected the hard twitch of his hands to rearranging his pillow to some better position. And the answer was true, anyway, as far as -- "I'll have a few more days of observation and then I'll be cleared for duty again."

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He noticed. Then again, he'd been watching for it, and the look he gave him was knowing. "Right. I believe you will be."

He reached over, slower this time, and rested a hand lightly on his shoulder. "And I believe you'll be careful until then, but I don't expect you to be a-okay with everything right this second, alright? I'm proud of you for being so strong."

You will be, future tense, and in the meantime being strong. Like January all over again, a few details changed in the repetition, a different set of victims: and was this what true shinobi life was? Jounin had been his goal for so long that he'd shot right through achieving it into something else, and maybe this was it, the else.

He saw the movement happening and kept his body still -- involuntarily remembered the captor he'd spent the most time with in Waterfall. Something about the way they moved was similar, a conviction in things that somehow seemed clearer now than before.

"It happens to all of us," he said after a pause, remembering what his two agents had said through the bars. "I'd rather get back to work as soon as I can. When should I report back to duty?"

He meant: when do I start the investigation up again, though at this point the situation was less one of investigation and more countermeasures.

"When you're cleared." He was quiet for a moment, voice dropping to a murmur. "I already have a task in mind for you that will give you a bit of time to rally from this, but we can discuss that later."

He squeezed his shoulder, then eased back, watching him thoughtfully. "For now, just rest and recover, the medics will release you soon. You can talk to me after that about work."

Technically speaking, Karin hadn't planned to see Duckbutt-chan at all the entirety of her visit. But you know what they say about plans and how they very rarely hold up to real life. And how could she deny herself the opportunity to gloat in his face when he'd been such an ass that time she broke her arm. Or when she got all overwhelmed in Suna in December.

Unlike her normal behavior of knocking, Karin actually just walks right in. Eyebrow raised and just the tiniest grin on her face as she slides the door closed behind her. "So what do we have here?" She nearly sing-sons as she takes a peak at his chart before sitting at the end of the bed.

"I thought medics were supposed to know better."

The few times Sasuke has had to stay in the hospital before, he's grown accustomed to staff (usually disgruntled and bearing strong words) not knocking on entering. But he's not the only one in this room, and Kakashi's visitors seem to have more decorum; it surprises him at first when someone barges in.

One look at the visitor ends the surprise, though. He's immediately glad for the nearly-useless level of information in the charts when she looks at them without so much as a by-your-leave, as if this is her hospital and she has any right to them.

It's possible three days in hospital have made him more stir-crazy than a week in quarantine. And before that -- and before that. She actually sits on his bed, and Sasuke thinks for a very long time about not lowering the scroll he's reading and simply ignoring her. Maybe she'll get overwhelmed by something and go away. He very nearly flares his chakra spitefully before remembering that this is a hospital where the staff have no compunctions about hitting him upside the head.

"I'm not a medic," he says, trying and failing not to sound testy. "And you've barely earned that title, so I know you don't belong here."

Somehow the only real reaction to the insult is a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Not exactly the typical reaction when they trade barbs. She could almost pass for seasoned medic with the way her amusement shows in her eyes. "I think you can do better than that." And her words are pitched just this side of annoying, and that meant she owed Kakashi an apology when she was done annoying the moron in the bed.

The only downside to the visit was she didn't get any juicy bits of information to use later. Quite the pity, but she could settle for just being annoying by virtue of being there too. She much preferred that than clinging to his arm as if he could ward off a full migraine complete with light sensitivity, balance issues, and nausea. And she had to admit there was a certain amount of enjoyment to be had in the tables being turned. Especially given he had a terrible knack for finding her while she was vulnerable.

"If I remember correctly they don't employ non-medics in the medical tents during chunin exams here. So unless Konoha's standards have really dropped, you screwed up."

His official discharge isn't until later today, but Sasuke finds himself wondering if leaving by the window is worth the lecture he'll receive from Tsukiko-san later. It's probably not, given that he'll have to leave clad only in his pyjamas. He resists the urge to do so anyway, mostly because he doesn't want to have to come back to retrieve the sheets Fugaku had taken the trouble to bring (which is still a strange thing to consider).

That leaves him with a pest that isn't likely to go away when she has a captive audience, even if he supposes a gloating idiot is better than the kinds of people Sasuke's been seeing in the past month. Knowing the comparison exists doesn't erase the irritation of the now, especially not when she's using just the right tone of voice to grate.

At least they hadn't tried to use sound techniques on him while breaking his fingers. Unconsciously, he flexes said fingers, testing their mobility.

"You don't remember correctly," he says, perfectly deadpan. "They employ non-medics if they're skilled enough. If I were a medic, I'd have to follow Tsunade-shishou's rules." And that, despite anything Obito might have wanted, was impossible. "And if you don't know those rules, you definitely don't deserve to be here."

She twitches visibly. Tsunade's rules aren't exactly unknown. They're actually very well known in Uzushio given their status as allies of Konoha and Kushina having grown up and settled there. It was more none of the medics in Uzushio had felt a need to learn the exception. Or even attempt it. And the reminder that she'll be somewhat stuck before much longer makes her frown.

"I wouldn't really call your bedside manner skilled." She shoots back after recovering.

She studies her nails a moment in a effort to look like it doesn't matter what he just said; that she wasn't effected in the slightest. It's good though to see his fingers twitch, her mouth spreading into a grin. Clearly she's doing her job in annoying him then.

"You think so little of me, I'm hurt." Not.

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