minor injury meme.

[estivates]

You or your meme partner has been hurt, but don't worry! This time around it's not that bad. You can still limp your way out of this mess.

INJURIES.
1. Sprain/strain. How did you screw up walking?
2. Broken bones. Simple fractures still hurt.
3. Cuts. Hopefully one of you has a sewing kit.
4. Burns. Location, location, location. Let's pray this one isn't on your ass.
5. Concussion. No, they're most likely not holding up fifteen fingers.
6. Other. I'm not a doctor.

HOW'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Stupidity. You did this to yourself.
2. Accident. Is an unintentional attack still an attack?
3. Attack. Don't lie, you deserved it.
4. Other. It's probably still your own fault.

WHERE'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Home. Did you remember to invest in a first aid kit?
2. School/Work. This should be excellent for getting you out of doing stuff!
3. Outdoors. Predators like the smell of blood. Clean up asap.
4. In the water. Hopefully there aren't any sharks!
5. Other. Like a hospital. That'd be handy.

Comments

By bad you mean perfect, right?

[notquitebeloved]

[Another win for Seimei. Worked hard on no sleep, but it was what he deserved. What he'd done didn't matter, it never did. The results were what did, and he'd proven he could handle anything thrown at him and come out on top if his Sacrifice demanded it of him. Even exhausted he'd made sure Seimei wasn't touched.

Even when he fought just to stand, that was what he was ordered to do. Suddenly furious with himself and his weakness, and terrified he'd be left behind if he didn't, Soubi's hands clenched to hide the trembling as much as he could, and he shoved himself to his feet. And swayed as the world tilted before mostly settling as he closed his eyes for a moment, arms rigidly held at his sides and head still bowed.

He would not fall.]

Seimei certainly thinks he is...

[belovedbrother]

[Seimei waits. To any other person he might look nonchalant, bored even, but there is a flash of something in his eyes when he sees the dirt staining Soubi's trousers.

If he had the intention of praising Soubi (and he does, sometimes, because although Soubi can find morsels of approval in silence and even violence, giving Soubi the hope that perhaps he can have something more is power for Seimei) it's gone now.]

We're going to the store.

[He slips his hands into the pockets of his coat and starts walking towards the lights of the town. They are on the outskirts, an abandoned plot of land that was meant to be developed years ago.]

Yes, yes he does.

[notquitebeloved]

[Dirty and bloody. In that, he'd failed miserably. So part of his punishment was to be led around as he was.

...Unless... Seimei planned to get medical supplies. But he forced himself not to count too highly on that this time. He didn't deserve it. Soubi unclenched a hand and shoved at hair to brush it out of his eyes a little more, and turned jerkily to follow without comment. He wasn't about to stay behind when Seimei had said 'we'. When Seimei wanted him to stay at his side.

He didn't let himself clutch at his injuries, and gradually was able to push them out of his mind for the most part. Only a slight limp gave away he wasn't in the best of shapes at the moment. He wasn't in too much danger, at that moment. A little longer. He could handle a little longer before tending his injuries.]

What do you want to get?

[He wanted to know, and it was with a quiet childish curiosity that he finally spoke up.]

[belovedbrother]

[It was late enough that when they reached the streets there was no one there to observe them - a teenager with carefully held posture and the slightly hunched, limping man just behind him.

Soubi's question irritates him. So does the smell of damp soil.]

That isn't your concern. [The implication: Wrong. Don't speak again.

When they reach the convenience store on the corner near Soubi's apartment, he stops just outside.]

Do you think anyone wants to see you like this? [He tilts his head gently, feigning pity, before a flash of disgust crosses his face.] No, I don't think so. [The sliding doors of the store close behind him.]

[notquitebeloved]

[The sharp disapproval struck him silent, spiking anxiety and pain within him. Likely exactly how Seimei wanted. His eyes widened in dismay, but he stopped as well, watching his Sacrifice closely.

Useless. Pathetic. Disgusting. That's what he was.

What could he do to make up for-

Left behind. A door closed, taking Seimei from him. But he hadn't been told to go home, however close it was. So he stayed standing there, only one step to keep him out of the way, hands slowly crept into pockets and head hung.

He felt the cold of course, numbing body and mind into a blankness that made waiting just that much simpler. All that mattered was to stay standing. If Seimei didn't come out the way he'd gone in and left him waiting all night, he would.]

[belovedbrother]

[Seimei is gone at least half an hour, closer to an hour. He has to make a call, and making it now has the incidental benefit of leaving Soubi outside, aching with cold and shame.

When he finally returns, he doesn't need to look to know Soubi is standing exactly as he left him. He is silent the rest of the short walk to the apartment.]

Tell me what you did wrong tonight. [Conversational. This is one of his favourite games. His key to Soubi's apartment clicks in the lock. Soubi belongs to him - everything Soubi owns also belongs to him.]

[notquitebeloved]

[He barely noticed the time, really. But his body noticed. It took more effort than he liked to get moving again, but he gave himself no option not to follow at Seimei's heels like the trained mutt he was.

Seimei wanted to punish him, and he knew just how to do it for the best effect. Of course everything Soubi technically owned was really Seimei's. There'd never been a doubt in his mind.

Command within that tone. His head didn't lift, he didn't have that right.]

I let myself get dirty. I asked... spoke when I had no right to.

[He thought that was all he'd done wrong. But even that was too much.]

[belovedbrother]

Is that all? [His tone doesn't necessarily imply that there is anything else, only that he expects thoroughness from Soubi. It is a difficult game for Soubi to win - wrong changes from day to day. Wrong is whatever Seimei wants it to be. He is Soubi's god, so he is free to determine what is right and wrong.

He takes out a bowl and inspects it, holding it under the kitchen light. He hasn't had to punish Soubi for a long time for leaving anything anything in his apartment dirty. If he were to have commandments cleanliness would be the first, the most holy.]

[notquitebeloved]

['Is that all?' Of course Seimei would ask that. Soubi was silent as he rolled the day over carefully as he watched the Sacrifice through his bangs. Him getting injured didn't matter, so did it count? No. It shouldn't. It was the fact he'd become dirty that mattered out of the injuries. And he'd spoken without permission.

Still, that all meant nothing if Seimei simply wanted him to be wrong. He wasn't worried about anything being found dirty in his apartment, not after being trained to avoid that very thing.]

...I was careless.

[He'd committed himself to that answer. Now to see if he was right.]

[belovedbrother]

[There is a moment of silence, where Seimei looks like he is pondering Soubi's answer. Then he turns his back on him, and pulls out a can of soup.]

Take a shower.

[He looks over his shoulder with what looks like a gentle smile, though the coolness in his eyes make it clear that there is nothing gentle about it.]

Make sure you only use the hot water.

[notquitebeloved]

[Even when Seimei turned his back to him he kept silent, waiting motionlessly. The order had him start to turn immediately, only to pause at the look over a shoulder. Soubi let himself respond to the smile with one of his own, even though he knew it wasn't really a kind smile.

Only hot water. Get properly clean and miss nothing.

Stop being so disgustingly dirty, Soubi. No one wants to see you like that.

He nodded, knowing how even a shower could hurt. Just another punishment he'd bare silently, because he deserved it. If he could get through it and stay conscious, he'd be relieved. He made himself move as quickly as he could, did his best to track as little grime as he could along the way.

And tried not to take too terribly long in his task.]

[belovedbrother]

[Seimei heats his soup, then pads to the bathroom door, tail flicking gently behind him. The shower is still running, steam seeping into the hallway under the door. He leans against the wall opposite the door and calls out:]

I think you'll need quite a while in there, Soubi. [He slips down to sit against the wall, taking a mouthful of soup.] Don't come out until I tell you to.

[notquitebeloved]

[Just because he'd been half done by the time Seimei came after him didn't mean much at all. Not with what the next order was.

So dirty.

Soubi briefly leaned against the shower wall, eyes closing before he forced himself to start again. Double checking to make sure there was no dirt left. There wasn't much he could do about the blood, but even that would slow and it would be easier to bandage once he was allowed out.

He'd still most likely have slipped to the floor by the time that happened, between sleepless nights and the battles. But he stayed put. The water kept running.]

[belovedbrother]

[Seimei takes his time eating, uses it as the measure for when to let Soubi out of the shower. His mind wanders, he sends a few messages on his phone. By the time he calls out to Soubi again, a half hour has passed.]

That's enough. [He stands up and moves back to the kitchen, leaving his bowl and spoon for Soubi to clean.]