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Date & Time: 2/25, shortly after Kakashi's arrival
Location: Kakashi's room (304)
Characters: Uzumaki Naruto (

obstinates) and Hatake Kakashi (

ura_no_ura)
Summary: Injured Kakashi! Naruto rushes to the rescue! Revelations! Stay tuned!
Warnings: Blood? Language?

[Towels, gauze, antiseptic. The miniature first-aid kit Naruto and Kushina had put together looked a little bare after Naruto stuffed what he needed into a small sack that he slung over his shoulder. He wanted to be prepared for anything. Kakashi being injured was serious. Though Naruto wasn't a medic, it was still better than letting Kakashi go to the hospital here. Naruto still didn't trust the Initiative.

He taps his foot in a mixture of agitation and too much energy as he stares at the wall, mentally making a list of everything he had. When he's confident that he's ready, he shuts his eyes and concentrates. Just a few seconds later, the whole area lights up in his mind as he enters Sage Mode. He can see everything connected to nature, and it only takes a few moments to locate Kakashi's familiar chakra.

Guided by that ability, he rushes out the door. Kushina's not around, but he'll shoot her a text on his device saying: 'had to go out to help Kakashi-sensei'. There's no time to explain fully.

A couple of minutes later, he's knocking on the door.]

HEY! Kakashi-sensei, open up. It's me, y'know!

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[ In the interim, Kakashi's managed to shrug off his blood-soaked vest and go through his utility pouch to come up with some needles and twine. When he opens the door, it's in his jounin shirt, the front of which is soaked through with blood. A nasty gash cuts straight across the stomach, revealing an even nastier laceration that's started to bleed again since the soldier pill wore off.

He's a little relieved that Naruto made it to his door rather quickly, since he's not sure how much blood loss the wound might actually cause. ]

Yo.

[ Yup. Yo.

Nonchalantly, as he pulls the door wider and nods for Naruto to head on in. Inside, Kakashi's sandals are not-so-neatly situated near the entrance. He's propped Zabuza's sword up against the couch where the vest had been tossed without a chance to actually clean the blood off yet. ]

[Naruto gets his first good look at the wound, and his eyes go pretty wide. It's a good thing he's not the type that passes out at blood. Once again, he's left wishing that Sakura or Shizune or Ino or any medic-nin at all was here to help, but he trusts that Kakashi at least knows how to field dress his wound.

At the greeting, the blond shoots his sensei an annoyed look. Leave it to Kakashi to act like that even at a time like this.

He shuffles into the room, noting some blood here and there. Dropping the sack in a nearby chair, he pulls the orange towel he'd draped over his other shoulder off and offers it to his sensei.]

Geez, you don't have to act like it's nothing, y'know. Here. How the hell did you get that?

[He wasn't bleeding like this when he showed up with Gai at the battlefield with Tobi, and Naruto doesn't remember anything about Kakashi getting cut from the memories of his clone that went to support Kakashi's squad.]

Edited 2012-02-26 03:42 (UTC)

I had a run-in with Zabuza.

[ Or more specifically, Zabuza's sword.

And really that's all that needs to be said to explain what it was that happened. Kakashi reaches out and takes the towel, but doesn't immediately press it against the wound. Getting fibers stuck inside the wound probably isn't a good idea. He takes it with him to the kitchen, where he turns on the water to wash his hands. ]

I've been through worse.

[ The first time he fought Zabuza had him lying face-down in a field, after all, with similar slashes across his stomach, which he still carries the scars of. Naruto certainly must remember.

And then there was actually dying, but. That's another thing entirely. ]

Did you bring antiseptic?

[ Asked as he scrubs his hands clean. Wouldn't do well to infect the wound. ]

[Zabuza? Naruto's eyes go wide yet again and then narrow. There's a flash of anger. Those bastards reviving shinobi just for their war... it's ridiculous the lengths they'll go to. It reinforces everything Naruto wants to do to shatter the shinobi system and break the cycle of hatred.

It also brings up all sorts of memories of that mission long ago when Team 7 wasn't fractured. He can't dwell on it for too long--Kakashi's asking him a question, so he snaps out of it and brings his sack over to the table and dumps it out.]

Yeah. Mom and I got a bunch of this together since we don't have any medics around, y'know.

[He pushes some things around, gauze and tape, and then grabs a bottle of generic antiseptic to hand to Kakashi. Standing next to him at the sink with the bottle in hand, he continues to stare at that wound.]

Edited 2012-02-26 03:55 (UTC)

[ Kakashi's going to just pretend that he doesn't notice Naruto staring, and he feels a little, well. Not bad, or self-conscious for that matter. But he doesn't particularly like that Naruto has to see him like this. Injured. Even if he's seen him in far worse states in the past. ]

Mm, that's good that you're prepared.

[ He turns the water off, towels off his hands, then takes the antiseptic and soaks the towel through. Once he's satisfied that the fibers are drenched enough that they won't just rub off, he rolls up the shirt half-way up his chest, takes a breath, and presses it against the wound with a wince.

He figures it's easier to do this standing up near the sink than it would be sitting down, since that would change the way the wound is shaped. ]

[He has seen Kakashi in worse positions, but things are a little different nowadays. After losing Jiraiya, every injury his friends suffered seemed to hit home a little harder. It's part of why he pushed himself so desperately to take everything on his own shoulders. Itachi had called him on that, telling him he might even end up like Madara. He couldn't forget his friends.

Naruto winces a bit when he watches Kakashi press that soaked towel to his wound. It reminds him of Kurama's healing chakra, like hot lava and brute force rushing through his veins to heal his injuries.]

They've got hospitals here, y'know, but it's better like this.

[Still staring, but then he finally moves back over to the table and soon returns with some gauze and tape that he lays close to the sink.]

[ Kakashi's trying to take even breaths more or less, even as he cleans more of the wound, gritting his teeth as pain doesn't just stab -- it burns. Like lightning under the skin.

One of the only constants in his life. ]

No hospitals.

[ Kakashi never much liked them, anyway. Avoided them even back home. ]

I may need you to help me stitch this up.

[ He could do it himself, with help from a bathroom mirror, but since Naruto's right here, it'll be easier, and much more efficient, to have him do it instead. ]

[He's never had to do anything like that before, but he's not going to argue. Naruto always has that need to show people they can rely on him. It's no different here in this strange place when they need to rely on each other even more than before.]

I've seen Sakura-chan stitch some before...

[It's something at least. Rubbing the back of his head, he also offers:]

And, uh, I've stitched up my clothes before.

[Being an orphan and all, he's had to do it most his life.]

It's not that hard. If you can stitch clothes, you can do field stitches.

[ Kakashi nods to the spool of thread with the needle sticking out of it on the counter. ]

You'll need to clean the needle with antiseptic first.

[ Said as he holds the now-bloody towel under the wound and douses himself with the antiseptic to irrigate the wound. It burns like hell and makes Kakashi suck in another sharp breath as his eye closes for a moment. ]

Edited 2012-02-26 04:22 (UTC)

[The blond quickly grabs that spool and moves back to the counter, taking the bottle from Kakashi after he douses himself again. Hovering over the sink, he tugs the needle from the spool and pours a bit of antiseptic over it. The bottle is set back on the counter as Naruto works to thread the needle.

He finally turns around. The needle feels odd in his hands. He's more accustomed to weapons of course. A needle is for a medic-nin.]

... Eh, I don't have anything for pain. Sorry.

[ Kakashi just gives Naruto a flat expression. ]

Don't worry about it.

[ Says lightly, and then he more or less turns towards Naruto, still holding the towel under the wound to catch any blood that might drip down from the actual act of stitching. ]

[A shrug. Pain is pretty much a daily thing for shinobi. Naruto knows that better than anyone. He has a pretty high tolerance for pain, and he knows Kakashi does as well.

The light's good, so he moves closer and crouches a bit, still awkwardly holding the needle. He glances at it and consciously makes his fingers hold the instrument more naturally.

He glances up once more to see that expressionless face before focusing on the wound. It looks worse up close. Not one to hesitate, he starts at the left side, Naruto's left, and pushes the needle through the wound, tugging it on through and continuing.]

[ If it hurts, which it does, there is little that gives it away on Kakashi's face -- though he's clenching his teeth a bit, fingers curled into tight fists as he continues to focus on taking steady breaths. Inhaling with each puncture, exhaling with each tug of thread, occasionally dabbing at rivulets of blood as Naruto sets to the task.

It's probably strange for Naruto, having to stitch up flesh -- especially his sensei's. But their situation, and the lack of a medic-nin, makes circumstances what they are. ]

You're doing well.

[ Manages to say through slightly gritted teeth. At least Naruto's being careful. ]

[It's very strange. He's not even used to himself having stitches despite how often he's injured. Kurama takes care of the really bad injuries, and Sakura makes sure to work on the rest. And flesh, flesh is so different from patching up his favorite pair of training pants or toad-patterned boxers.

He can't help but grin a little at the compliment. Always looking for acknowledgment, even in the littlest things, is a trait that Naruto will always have.]

Not like working on my pants, y'know. But thanks.

[There's a peek of the tip of Naruto's tongue between his lips as he concentrates on his work some more, his brow furrowing as well.]

I don't have the sorta chakra control for medical jutsu, but I guess this works.

Well, these type of skills are important as well for a shinobi, especially if you're on a mission and don't have a medic-nin to help you with injuries. I usually take care of any injuries on my own, but it's faster to have someone else perform stitches.

[ Kakashi explains as he watches Naruto more or less finish stitching up the wound. The stitches are a little jagged and uneven, but for what they are, they're just fine. He reaches into his kunai holster and comes up with a kunai, slicing the thread, then slightly blots the wound with the wet towel. And then -- ]

Ah, thanks.

[ A bit awkwardly, maybe, because well, how does one thank someone for just sewing up a huge gash on your body?

He reaches for the roll of gauze so he can dress the wound. ]

[Naruto just offers Kakashi a nod for his thanks and then stands up. There's plenty of thread on the spool left which he sets on the table. The needle he takes to the sink to clean.

A few moments later he's helping Kakashi with the bandaging, moving in a circle around his sensei. He gets a better look at his stitching job before it's covered up. At least it wasn't too bad, and Kakashi won't bleed to death.

With Kakashi wrapped up nicely, Naruto tapes up the end and then steps away to start putting the first-aid supplies back in the sack.]

You can owe me some ramen or something, eheh. I usually end up paying for yours anyways, y'know.

[A grin thrown over his shoulder. He's relaxed now that Kakashi is bandaged up.]

Hai, hai~

[ This time when Kakashi's eye arcs, it's a little more genuine, perhaps a touch sheepish, as he tugs his shirt down over the dressing. The other dressings will have to be changed later on, but for now they'll hold. He cleans up what mess they made, and gingerly deposits the dirty towel in the sink to wash later. ]

Does ramen even exist in this place? Ex...Exsi... [ Okay, he didn't quite catch that. ]

Uh, actually, I dunno. There's places to eat, but I haven't found any ramen.

[Which is horrible, and it shows on his face for a split second. It fades though, replaced by a small grin as Naruto locks his hands behind his head. That doesn't mean he hasn't had ramen though. Kushina's cooked some for him! And if he had to say, he'd tell even Teuchi that Kushina's ramen is the best.]

Mom cooked me some though. Her ramen's really good, y'know.

[ Kakashi's expression softens then, at that.

He remembers Kushina's cooking. Remembers sitting at the kitchen table and fighting for the last bit of grilled fish with Obito, while Rin tried to separate the two. He always thought Kushina's cooking tasted like what a mother's cooking probably would taste like -- home.

And though Kushina wasn't too much older than him, she was as close to a motherly or older sister figure to Kakashi as he could possibly have at that age. ]

Mm, I remember. She did have very good cooking.

[ Says gently, and heads back to the living room after he's washed his hands off. ]

[There should be all sorts of questions from Naruto. A lesser person would probably be more bitter that someone like Kakashi had never told him about his parents. Kakashi obviously knew Kushina considering he was one of Minato's students.

But there's nothing like that when Naruto thinks about it. He doesn't hold any sort of grudge at all. All he does when Kakashi says that is grin wider. Kushina's here in Exsilium. He doesn't have to ask Kakashi about her. Naruto wants to find out on his own, he wants to discover what sort of person she is by being right there with her.

He follows Kakashi with the sack of supplies in one hand, dropping it near the couch in the living room.]

Exitstadium. Or something. That's what it is, I think. Uh, it's right on the little communication thing they give to you, y'know.

The little -- Oh, you mean the device we were talking on before?

[ Kakashi asks as he settles down on the couch, moving the vest out of the way and reaching for the other towel in the process. He then reaches over the side of the couch and grabs Zabuza's sword, lifting it so that he can prop it up between his legs and clean off the blood on the blade. ]

Ah, I guess I didn't notice. [ Truth be told, he hasn't had a chance to really look at the thing. Exitstadium's quite the mouthful, but Kakashi simply files it away in his head for now. ]

Have you spoken to anyone in charge yet as to why we've been brought here against our will, and how we can return?

[Naruto moves around the room, exploring it for a moment. For the most part it's just like his and Kushina's. All the rooms must be the same. Of course, the little Uzumaki Compound had a few more things in it to make it more homey, some plants mostly. Naruto could always get Kakashi another Mr. Ukki.]

Not yet. I've tried too, y'know.

[He turns and growls a bit under his breath, a frown replacing his smile from before.]

They're hiding or something. Guess they probably realize people are pissed to be here. Anyways, it's those machines that get us here. Some guy said they could probably be used to send us back, but he said that there had to be special coordinates and stuff or we'd get sent to the wrong place.

Hypothetically if we were brought here by machines, we can be sent back by them as well. What we would need to find out is who controls them, and then find a way home.

[ Kakashi says as he wipes off the blood from the blade. He'll have to properly clean it later, so that it doesn't rust. ]

How much information have you been able to gather so far?

Not much.

[A grumble. It isn't for lack of trying. That's all he's been doing when he isn't training or with Kushina. He's talked to several people too.]

This guy, Will, spent a lot of time at the library and looked through all the books. Only things he found out were pretty much what we've already been told, y'know.

[Naruto finally moves a chair across the floor to sit opposite of Kakashi. He plops down and slouches in his chair, eyes drifting up to the ceiling.]

Then one day they sent guys to drag us out of bed and take us to some sorta huge place to train.

Edited 2012-02-26 05:43 (UTC)

[ That gets Kakashi's attention.

He quirks a brow slightly. ]

They dragged you out of bed to train.

[ Repeats very flatly. This sounds almost like a militarized operation, that not only arms incoming individuals with sentient weapons, but also forces them to train. Forces them to become soldiers.

Why else would they be dragged to train? ]

What could you tell about the men who forced you to train?

[Naruto isn't the most observant, at least not compared to people like Kakashi, but he knew that any information he could get at all would be helpful later on.]

I guess they're soldiers. They tested everybody first, and they seemed pretty surprised by what I could do. It was just basic crap though. Running, pushups, situps, basic taijutsu. They said I didn't need any of their training so I could do my own stuff.

[He leans forward in his chair and tilts his head, watching as Kakashi cleans that blood from Zabuza's sword.]

Some people here can't fight, and they worked with them more. Oh, and the soldiers... they have these things called 'guns'.

[Lifting his arms, he mimes like he's holding a rifle. Will had told him about guns, and he didn't like what he heard.]

[ From the sounds of it, it seems that they're trying to build up an army out of people drawn from other times and places. It would make sense that they would recruit shinobi, or attempt to force shinobi to fight their war -- but it seems strange that they would bring civilians who can't even fight. And this thing about "guns"... ]

What are guns?

[Naruto's frown deepens.]

Sorta like a bow and arrow but even more dangerous. Even in other worlds people just dream up new ways to kill and hurt others.

[Full-on scowl on his face and he shakes his head. The cycle of hatred wasn't something unique to the shinobi world obviously. If he could, he'd save every dimension the same way.]

I saw Garu practicing with his during training. He practically blew up a training dummy with it. Doesn't take chakra or anything. Oh, Garu's another guy I met. Where he's from, people live in space, y'know.

[ Kakashi quirks a brow at the sound of that. People living in space seems strange, but he supposes anything is possible if a machine can somehow draw them out of their own time and dimension and into this place. ]

So people can live in space, and soldiers here have powerful projectile weapons here. Called "guns."

[ Just confirming! ]

[A nod. Naruto leans back in his chair again and locks his hands behind his head.]

Yeah, exactly.

[Some silence for a moment as he checks off a mental list of things he'd learned. That's pretty much it for now. He finally grins though.]

No problem though. We can figure out a way back.

Well, what we should probably do is having a meeting with your mother, and come up with a plan as to how we should set about trying to find a way home. As I said before, if those machines really are the key to bringing us here, then they should be the same key to sending us back -- so if we can get to whoever is behind this, then we should be able to find a way home.

In the time being... I don't know how wise it is for us to consider fighting someone else's war. That sounds almost like treason to me.

[ Which, if Konoha's standards are anything to go by, punishable by death -- but Kakashi leaves that out for now. ]

Have you tried resisting the soldiers?

[Naruto had felt the same way for the most part. He was fighting to end wars, not be in another one. The situation was so screwed up. He didn't even trust the Initiative, so why would he fight in their war without knowing the full story anyways? Who was to say who was right and who was wrong?

Nothing they said or did could get him to compromise his beliefs and morals. He was the same Naruto as he was back home, and he'd always be that way.]

Not really since the only thing they did was take us to train, and I do that anyways. They haven't hurt anybody either, y'know, so I was mostly just watching and seeing what was up.

[A little bit of hesitation before he continues on.]

Itachi's here too. He asked me what I planned on doing. I told him that I'd keep on doing what I've always done. I'm gonna find a way back home, but while I'm stuck here, I'll help the people that need it, y'know. I'm not just gonna let them tell me who is right and who is wrong. I'll figure it out for myself first.

[ Itachi's here, too, Naruto says like there's nothing strange with that statement at all. (But then again, so is Kushina.) And with the knowledge of Edo Tensei... Kakashi can only wonder what state Itachi happens to be in. Judging from Naruto's general demeanor, it seems that he more or less trusts Itachi, so what apprehension or uncertainty Kakashi might have had is set aside in favor of Naruto's assessment.

Kakashi's not entirely sure when it happened, but he's discovered that he trusts Naruto's judgment unconditionally. Believes in him in a way he hasn't dared to believe in anyone in many years.

And he knows that if anyone can find a way out of this place, it would be Naruto.

He nods, setting aside Zabuza's sword. ]

I know you'll do what's right. And we'll find a way home.

[With the way his confidence has been growing the past few days during the World War, he's not exactly needing Kakashi's faith, but it always feels great to have it. He can't help but grin wide at that statement from his sensei and lean forward a bit.]

Yeah, 'course we will. I already talked to a few people and stuff. Just gotta figure out those machines and all. With you here it'll be even easier, y'know.

Psh, it'll be easier than a D-Rank mission.

[ Kakashi's eye arcs into a smile then. ]

Saa... I don't know about D-rank, but I doubt anything can stop you.

[Even bigger grin than before.]

Yeah! I'm even learning how to stitch up wounds!

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