Left for Dead [Private]

[Suika]

A puddle of crimson blood slowly formed drip-by-drip. The vultures of the desert began circling and awaiting their future meal; their beady eyes were locked onto a small life form that gave off the stench of death. They longed for his flesh.

With pink eyes slowly widening, a white-haired boy gazed lifelessly at the desert floor around him. Where was he? Better yet, who was he?

He didn't have the privilege of pondering too long on those types of questions; he was overwhelmed by agonizing pain. His body was cut up and bruised all over. The kid was still bleeding profusely – he didn't have much time left before he died of major blood loss. And if blood loss didn't kill him first, surely dehydration would take him in no time. With a small, exasperated, and dried out cry, he reached out his young hands towards the nothingness before him.

“ Help...”

And then the world turned black once again. Lying half-dead before the primary gates of Sunagakure was a child of an unknown nomadic gypsy tribe, Maji. The maelstorm swallowed his people, yet he somehow survived with the remnants of a broken-down wooden wagon surrounding him.

Well, he survived thus far. It wasn't looking too bright for him; his future appeared grim.

His life was slipping minute-by-minute. Was there no brave soul out there that would save him?

 

[Okibi]

What was that smell?

Okibi lifted her nose, sniffing at the fresh desert air. She'd taken a moment out of her day to go to the surface, and just sit on top of the skeleton of Barnyx. Breathing in the smell of the outside from time to time, though it was mostly just sand and heat, made living in the dank underground just a little easier. But there was another scent on the air, a tangy sort of metallic smell that she recognized almost immediately. It was human blood.

Okibi scrabbled to the edge of the Barnyx's skull and looked over the side. Her eyes widened when she saw the small person collapsed at the foot of the massive iron gates, lying in a pool of blood that looked to be growing by the minute. She sucked in a breath and shot to her feet, leaping from the edge and using her manipulation of gravity to slow her decent. She lande beside the unconscious kid light as a feather and fell to her knees beside him in his blood.

Now, Okibi has always been a brash sort of person. Aside from the one year she needed to recover from her life threatening ordeal, she had never been very 'careful' with anything. She was so used to going at everything one hundred percent that for a moment, she wasnt sure what to do. After a minute of indecision and deliberation, she finally grabbed the boy by the shoulders and turned him over, pulling him up in her arms before shaking him gently. She pat one of his cheeks firmly with her metal arm, trying to get a rise out of him.

"Hey, kid. Can you hear me?" She said loudly.

 

[Suika]

Darkness.

A black, dreamless void had completely engulfed him. Was he dead? No, he couldn't be. Although wrapped up in some type of motionless oblivion, part of his spirit still retained a form of consciousness. This was stirred by a sudden warmth that overwhelmed his senses.

A woman's touch.

He opened his eyes half-way once more only to catch glimpse of some figure above him. A person? It was hard to tell; he was severely dazed. Despite this, her loud, caring voice managed to penetrate through his befuddlement. It was in that moment that the blurred lines started to clear up.

Before him was a seemingly familiar young woman. She had hair white as snow and eyes that were a comforting shade of pink. Maji was sure he's never seen her before, but her presence gave him a sliver of hope. Something about her made him feel like fighting death – what was it?

“Mama...?”

With those words said, Maji suddenly coughed out a chunk of blood and clenched onto his chest tightly. His pain intensified a hundred-fold. His body shook as it struggled to keep consciousness – how much time did he have left?

The world started to grow dark again.

 

[Okibi]

Okibi hadnt noticed it at first, because of the dirt and sand that covered the boys bloody body, but when he cracked opened his eyes and looked at her a small shock went through her. As far as hair and eyes went, he looked a lot like her. She wondered if his coloring was natural, or if he was like her; changed over a series of many unfortunate events.

Then the boy uttered a word that jarred her, shocking her upright. "M-ma-?" She couldnt even finish the word. He'd just call her Mama. What was that about? Okibi's was pretty sure she wasnt anyone Mama. Still, hearing someone refer to her in such a way made her cheeks pink just a little.

But then the light left his eyes again, and for a split second, Okibi feared he'd died in her arms. Every expletive she knew raced through her mind as she brought the boys chest to her ear and listened closely. Thank the sands, his heart was still beating - albeit slowly - and he was breathing. However, the rattling sound of his breath worried her, and she feared he'd spent too much time in the diamond sands without protection. She'd seen it happen before to Sousuke; he'd come in after a mission coughing up blood because the glass like bits of sand had gotten into his lungs. Most likely, that's what had happened with this boy as well.

Shooting to her feet, Okibi raced for the gates with the boy in her arms and pounded on their thick metal surface. She shouted something at the guard who peeked through the eye hole - what it was she shouted she didnt even know - and when he inched the gate open just enough for she squeezed through and made a beeline for the lifts. Before stepping onto a metal plate she reached for a guard and snatched his radio from him. She sent out a quick message for any mednin listening in to meet her at the hospital ready to receive an injured child. Hopefully, someone would hear it.

She feared the boy wouldnt last for long if they werent ready when she got there.

[Topic left with Maji in tow!]

 

[Suika]

[Topic Left w/ Okibi]