| Title: Of Past and Present Author: Kitsune Spirit Warnings: a swearword, silliness from drugs *anaestetic*. Translations at bottom. PG13-G Part 5 ~when there's nothing left to do but smile~ It had been three hours since the operation; the swelling luckily for Zesian was minimal but still hurt like a bitch. Still slightly drugged from the anaesthetic he walked aimlessly through the complex to Hawigas conference room. A dizzy out of it smile crossed his face, his eyes still glazed as he found the priest still laying where he left him. Reaching down he gave a soft poke his head spinning at the loudness of the mans pained moan. /oops/ he thought, he would have giggled if he'd been able to. Pulling him up he dragged him along until he collapsed on the floor from the weight hitting his head on the wall. As he heard footsteps behind him he looked up in a hazy daze to find Hawiga staring at him, he grinned goofily closing his eyes, letting his head flop back, hitting it against the wall again and lost consciousness. He didn't wake up until till he was awoken by the call of sea birds. Standing up he almost tripped over from the rocking motion of the ship he was on. Peering out of a dirt covered portal he found himself at sea. Turning frantically his heart missed a beat slowing down once he realized he was alone and the priest was bundled up in cloth beside him. Bending once again he shook his head to clear the haze and pulled the blankets off. Ripping some up he wrapped them around the mans waist pulling tightly wincing at the whimper of pain it caused the man. Afterwards he tried to set the arm as best he could with a piece of cast off crate. Pulling the blankets back over the man he sneaked up on deck trying to find his bearings. Out on deck he couldn't see anything so he walked along slowly, grabbing things for support whilst trying to settle his stomach. Having not eaten and still recovering from the operation he felt ill and had to swallow. Finding water he drank some and attached it the bag he had placed on his back. This he had found next to him where he lay before. He stopped walking as he found some of the crew, walking over to them he opened his mouth, cursing at himself for forgetting he couldn't talk. /kuso! / He cursed, looking through the bag he found paper, a pencil, some food and money. He wrote his question down and walked closer to the people. First they looked at him then broke out in laughter. Zesian couldn't even yell at them so he stood their waving the paper in their faces until one took pity on him. "We're coming to a small village a 70 miles off Kyoto, you can get off there and catch a boat somewhere else". Nodding his thanks Zesian left the men, some still sniggering at him. From the village he knew he could hire a boat and row. He wasn't sure where to go he didn't have anywhere except for a small cabin left to him by his adopted father before he died. Making his decision to go there he went back to cargo hold where he had awoken. Lying down next to the priest he sipped some more water, eating the food he had in the bag. He knew he would have to make a stop for more food and water as well as medical supplies. Kneeling over the priest he poured a little of the water into the mans mouth, catching the excess as it ran down his chin. Moving closer for body heat he settled down, the cargo hold would get cold and the other man would need his heat as much as Zesian would. Closing his eyes Zesian couldn't stop the salty tears that came. He licked at his lips tasting the sour liquid as he cried for his lost voice and the freedom he had lost with it. ~TRANSLATION~ Kuso: Shit |