Back from Hell [Requesting Entrance]

[Onamuji]

Satsumaru returned to the Maw, weathered and battered. His black armor was scored and battered, his robes underneath were in tatters, and the goggles that now hung around his neck were scarred beyond use. Scratches and cuts were visible all over the Jounin's revealed flesh, though he seemed to pay them no mind. He simply moved a hand through his hair and brushed what sand he could out in one stroke. The normally regal-looking young man looked nothing like his former self.

He survived his outing, but looked like some rest and recovery was needed. For the time being, he stood silent, awaiting one of the village's guardians to officially mark his entrance back into the village.

 

[Honma Kotone]

"Honestly!" The Sennin would expel her voice braking out from the hollow woo's of the mineral infused breeze, "What is it with men and not being able to take care of themselves?!" She would shake her head, appearing from the Maw's entrance shaking her head with a new attire from the previous one that man had seen her in. Kinnaku pressed on, her body swiftly carrying her over to the man, nearly embracing his body as she stretched her grasp around him encase he felt dizzy, woozy from the loss of blood. "You're in such a state, I only seen you recently and you looked fine!" She recalled her memory back to the day when she allowed this man to leave - thankfully, she actually had a fairly good memory and was ready to bring this man back into the village.

Safely.

"What is your name anyway?" Kinnaku could question the man, holding her arms around his waist and allowing him to freely rest upon her; after all, he really was in no condition to be working his body any further. Obviously, the Sennin wasn't physically strong and thus her movements were hindered as she held onto the man, but no, she wouldn't seize assisting this man.

"And why are you so tattered?" Again, he would question with a motherly tone to her voice as the two made their way to the Maw's entrance, and then to the Hospital.

[Access granted. Let's go to the Hospital! You can make a thread, please~! :3]

 

[Onamuji]

At first, Satsumaru cringed at the thought of being helped along, but...he wasn't in the best condition. As loathe as he was to accept help, he wasn't the sort of idiot to deny it when it held a purpose.

Stifling a cough, the Jounin's muscled ached as he tried to maintain an image of strength. He wasn't a giant, but he was tall, athletic, and his general appearance seemed intimidating. At present, he looked more like a beaten wreck from his research excursion. The cuts weren't terrible, but they were noticeable, and the fact that the man's formerly-pristine armor and underclothing was now in tatters said much about his state. Even the cosmetic genjutsu he maintained in public to hide his crimson eyes was faded and weak, giving his pupils a purple hue. Afraid of startling his would-be savior, Satsumaru kept them hidden and refused eye contact.

"Satsumaru," he answered between breaths, "Jounin."

He thought of an answer to her last question, but walking and breathing was toll enough on him. He simply shook his head and walked with her. In truth, he almost preferred her to leave him rather than be such a burden, but there was something comforting about her presence that kept him silent and complacent.

If he was going to be babied, at least it was a woman like her. There was something inherently displeasing about having a peer carry you, but she was genuinely caring and concerned. To Satsumaru, this was an alien feeling. Alien, but needed and welcome...

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