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writetomyheart2020-08-19 12:26 am
yrindor) wrote in writetomyheart2020-08-19 12:26 am
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[Team Three] A Sticky Situation
Sorry this is late; it completely slipped off of my radar /o\
In which he universe gives Jakurai a far more exciting arrival back at the apartment than he would have liked. Hypnosis Mic, Jakurai/Hifumi/Doppo, T, 850words, cw: implied blood/injury/trauma.
"Umm, Sensei, I don't want to interrupt you, but isn't blood usually a bad sign?"
"Hmmm? What was that, Doppo-kun?" Jakurai asked, only half-looking up from his phone.
"I'm sorry. Of course Sensei is the professional. I know nothing and should never have said anything at all. I'm sorry--"
"Doppo-kun, look at me. You did not interrupt anything important. I was simply replying to an inconsequential memo from the department head so that he would not attempt to follow up more persistently this evening. There is nothing to apologize for. Now, what were you saying?"
Doppo shifted nervously as he looked up. He pointed to the crack under the door. "It looks like blood. Blood is bad, right?"
Jakurai followed Doppo's gaze. A thick, red fluid oozed out from under the door.
He stepped in front of Doppo, angling himself to present a smaller target to the door. "Stay back," Jakurai ordered, already pulling his microphone from his pocket. "I'm going in. If I call for help or stop communicating, get out of the building and request assistance. Understood?"
Doppo's throat bobbed. "I'll do my best. I'm sorry someone like you is stuck relying on someone like me."
"No need to apologize, Doppo-kun. I am certain you will perform admirably. Now silence; I'm going in. Stay back along the wall; if you can see in, they can see out." And if his fears had come to pass, at least he could spare Doppo the worst of it. He eased the key silently into the lock. It turned silently, of course. Old habits died hard, especially when his life had once depended on them.
He stepped to one side and nudged the door open. The living room was dark, but the light from the kitchen cast a faint pall over the dark pools on the carpet.
"No. No no no no no." Hifumi's desperate whimper came from the other room. "I don't know what I did. Why are you doing this to me!?"
Jakurai's breath caught in his throat. He forced it out. Now was not the time to lose control.
His fingers found the scalpel in a metal case in his pocket. How long since he had used his blades to take a life rather than to save it? If Hifumi were in trouble though...his weapon of choice these days might be more powerful, but some situations called for discretion. If anyone had drawn so much as a single drop of Hifumi's blood, he would kill them before they even saw him move.
The keen edge of his blade glinted in the light from the kitchen as he inched closer to the doorway.
A loud crash had him flying through the door as Hifumi screamed.
The scalpel dropped onto the table as Jakurai rushed to Hifumi's side. "Are you hurt?" he asked as he lifted Hifumi clear of the mess on the floor. "Did it splash you?"
"Only a little. I'm sorry, Sensei."
"Where?" Only a little longer. He only needed to hold the adrenaline at bay for a little longer. Just until he knew Hifumi was okay.
"Just ankle I think. I don't know; it all happened so fast."
"It's okay, Hifumi-kun. We'll get you all sorted out." He cradled Hifumi in his arms as he picked his way back out of the kitchen. "Doppo-kun, all clear. We'll be in the bathroom. Avoid the kitchen for the moment."
"I'm really sorry, Sensei," Hifumi said several minutes later as Jakurai held his ankle under cold water from the tap. "It wasn't supposed to be that much of a mess."
"Could you explain again what happened? I'm not sure I followed all of the details."
"One of my repeat customers visited her family over the long weekend. They own a farm, and she brought back a giant box of strawberries for me as a souvenir. It was more than even the three of us could eat together, so I decided to turn them into jam instead. Except I must have confused the salt with the sugar on the first batch, and the trash bag must have had a leak, because it dripped salted strawberry juice all over the living room. Thankfully there were still strawberries left that hadn't fit in the pot the first time, but then something went wrong on the stove and the pan started smoking like it had caught fire. I figured I should put it outside before it set off the smoke alarms, but when I picked it up, the handle fell off, and that's when you came back. I never want to make jam again!"
"There there, Hifumi-kun, I am moved by your efforts, even if the results did not turn out as planned. We can certainly make a group project of this endeavor sometime in the future. We must be grateful that nothing worse happened to you. Keep your ankle running under cold water for another five minutes, but you'll be fine.
You're up,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alchemicink!
In which he universe gives Jakurai a far more exciting arrival back at the apartment than he would have liked. Hypnosis Mic, Jakurai/Hifumi/Doppo, T, 850words, cw: implied blood/injury/trauma.
"Umm, Sensei, I don't want to interrupt you, but isn't blood usually a bad sign?"
"Hmmm? What was that, Doppo-kun?" Jakurai asked, only half-looking up from his phone.
"I'm sorry. Of course Sensei is the professional. I know nothing and should never have said anything at all. I'm sorry--"
"Doppo-kun, look at me. You did not interrupt anything important. I was simply replying to an inconsequential memo from the department head so that he would not attempt to follow up more persistently this evening. There is nothing to apologize for. Now, what were you saying?"
Doppo shifted nervously as he looked up. He pointed to the crack under the door. "It looks like blood. Blood is bad, right?"
Jakurai followed Doppo's gaze. A thick, red fluid oozed out from under the door.
He stepped in front of Doppo, angling himself to present a smaller target to the door. "Stay back," Jakurai ordered, already pulling his microphone from his pocket. "I'm going in. If I call for help or stop communicating, get out of the building and request assistance. Understood?"
Doppo's throat bobbed. "I'll do my best. I'm sorry someone like you is stuck relying on someone like me."
"No need to apologize, Doppo-kun. I am certain you will perform admirably. Now silence; I'm going in. Stay back along the wall; if you can see in, they can see out." And if his fears had come to pass, at least he could spare Doppo the worst of it. He eased the key silently into the lock. It turned silently, of course. Old habits died hard, especially when his life had once depended on them.
He stepped to one side and nudged the door open. The living room was dark, but the light from the kitchen cast a faint pall over the dark pools on the carpet.
"No. No no no no no." Hifumi's desperate whimper came from the other room. "I don't know what I did. Why are you doing this to me!?"
Jakurai's breath caught in his throat. He forced it out. Now was not the time to lose control.
His fingers found the scalpel in a metal case in his pocket. How long since he had used his blades to take a life rather than to save it? If Hifumi were in trouble though...his weapon of choice these days might be more powerful, but some situations called for discretion. If anyone had drawn so much as a single drop of Hifumi's blood, he would kill them before they even saw him move.
The keen edge of his blade glinted in the light from the kitchen as he inched closer to the doorway.
A loud crash had him flying through the door as Hifumi screamed.
The scalpel dropped onto the table as Jakurai rushed to Hifumi's side. "Are you hurt?" he asked as he lifted Hifumi clear of the mess on the floor. "Did it splash you?"
"Only a little. I'm sorry, Sensei."
"Where?" Only a little longer. He only needed to hold the adrenaline at bay for a little longer. Just until he knew Hifumi was okay.
"Just ankle I think. I don't know; it all happened so fast."
"It's okay, Hifumi-kun. We'll get you all sorted out." He cradled Hifumi in his arms as he picked his way back out of the kitchen. "Doppo-kun, all clear. We'll be in the bathroom. Avoid the kitchen for the moment."
"I'm really sorry, Sensei," Hifumi said several minutes later as Jakurai held his ankle under cold water from the tap. "It wasn't supposed to be that much of a mess."
"Could you explain again what happened? I'm not sure I followed all of the details."
"One of my repeat customers visited her family over the long weekend. They own a farm, and she brought back a giant box of strawberries for me as a souvenir. It was more than even the three of us could eat together, so I decided to turn them into jam instead. Except I must have confused the salt with the sugar on the first batch, and the trash bag must have had a leak, because it dripped salted strawberry juice all over the living room. Thankfully there were still strawberries left that hadn't fit in the pot the first time, but then something went wrong on the stove and the pan started smoking like it had caught fire. I figured I should put it outside before it set off the smoke alarms, but when I picked it up, the handle fell off, and that's when you came back. I never want to make jam again!"
"There there, Hifumi-kun, I am moved by your efforts, even if the results did not turn out as planned. We can certainly make a group project of this endeavor sometime in the future. We must be grateful that nothing worse happened to you. Keep your ankle running under cold water for another five minutes, but you'll be fine.
You're up,
alchemicink!