1656/Bleeding on the Princess

Bleeding on the Princess
Date of Scene:	24 June 2016
Location:	Earth Court Frat House
Synopsis:	(Content warning: gore.) Immediately following Grasp the Thorns: Usagi did arrive in time to save Mamoru from Fiore, not at once. But she did make it in time to save Kunzite.
Cast of Characters:	Kunzite, Usagi Tsukino

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Kunzite has posed:
The bedroom does not quite match the living room, still sparkling with glass splinters that have worked themselves into the carpet, still dark from the light fixtures that they'll need to test before trusting, still closed-in with the cardboard and plastic temporarily replacing glass in the balcony doors.

But there is the wreckage of the wall that Fiore slammed into. There is the bed disheveled from the kidnapping, Usagi's jar of purified dirt clearly visible now where the pillow it was beneath has been shoved aside. There's the sword, fallen aside less when Kunzite fell than when he reached out to try to catch at Fiore's spears, to slow him even an instant or two more. There's the blood, bright on his hand where the spears tore it open. Bright against the whites and greys of his uniform, dark and glistening against the browns.

Bright against the purer white of Serenity's skirts.

His eyes are still open, even as she's taking his wrist. (The second time in a week that Luna's gifts are giving them time.) His fingers flex under her hand. Maybe to try to assure her that he's all right. (Maybe he doesn't want to try to lie to her that way out loud.) Maybe to try to summon a little more magic, too late. "Go." His throat's too tight, and there's not much breath behind the words. "Mercury. Go."

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
Serenity shakes her head, focusing now on applying pressure.

That's what one does, right? Apply pressure?

"They'll get organized. It'll still take some time. And right now, that time's yours."

Her hands are shaking.

Hell, her everything is shaking.

Usa. Usako. Please. Please. Help. Please. Kunzite-- please-- Usako, please--

Her eyes squeeze tightly shut for a moment before she opens them again, and she tries to smile at him.

"Besides. Someone will be very annoyed at us both if I just up and leave."

She brings his hand, the one she still has in hers, to her chest. She'd be here even if Mamoru hadn't have begged her.

As much as she wants to go save Mamoru right now, as much as she wishes she could get him back right now, there's also no way she can just leave Kunzite alone.

Doesn't he need to talk? Stay awake?

"What happened?"

Kunzite has posed:
That's what one does in other circumstances. There are some kinds of wounds that's not such a good idea for. Some of these qualify. But Mamoru had the chance, in his instant, to tend to the subtler but more vicious problems -- it won't kill him.

Gray eyes close again, and he reaches for breath before he reaches for words. "Fiore came. Stronger. What the flower's been making him." Too long a sentence. The hand she's clasping tightens for a moment in frustration. "Didn't even say I was lying. It just didn't let him hear."

He doesn't open his eyes again, because Usagi doesn't need any hints on what's behind them. Strives for something else instead. Something he should --

Nephrite's palace; a tense feline shadow, bearing that same gift that Usagi's just made use of; a tired and peevish prince. "We're not doing that again. No more dying."

"Dai," he says, and the name's barely more than a breath. "Call Dai."

If he's still willing to risk dealing with them at all, after the last few times.

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
Fiore. The flower.

She knew, of course, had seen Fiore take Mamoru away.

And that cold, taunting, challenging smile.

Part of her perks up a bit, like an eager puppy who's done good. "Luna's getting him. I told her as soon as...as soon as I knew."

But there's a lot of red.

And she doesn't know first aid.

"What do I do? Until he gets here? I--I don't--"

She breathes, and breathes some more, trying to stay calm, but there is a lot of red.

Kunzite has posed:
What should she do? Kunzite doesn't know. Multiple stab wounds, soft tissue -- you call for a healer, or you bandage the victim and make them as comfortable as you can, or if you need to move faster than carrying dead weight allows, you make sure of their kin if you can before you give them mercy.

Kazuo's knowledge is different, distant and alien, not a part of him but present all the same. Pages dutifuly memorized from a manual.

He shifts down to Kazuo, and the surge of dizziness that comes with the change nearly drags him under then and there. His lips move after a moment, silent. On back. He's already on his back. Good. Clothing. Kazuo's shirt was already open; his jeans are lower than the wounds. No clothing to remove from them, other than the skirt serving as some kind of bandage. There's something he missed. Gloves. Don't matter. Infection is already going to be Dai's problem. Oh. "Knees bent," he says aloud, vaguely. Dressings. Telling her how to find first aid supplies is going to be an exercise in futility. Besides. Dai. "-- and let him know. Hold on to him. He needs it more."

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
Were he not wounded and covered in blood, there would be much blushing from the princess.

Unfortunately there is, so fortunately she isn't.

She gently bends his knees, and because it can't be comfortable, places a pillow beneath his head.

"Okay, um...don't peek."

She shouldn't really be worried about that, right?

Oh well.

She changes back to Usagi, and quick as she can she shucks off her top and skirt. Then she's Serenity again, and the dress pools at her feet. She pulls on her street clothes and uses the once again pristine dress as makeshift bandaging.

There is much ripping of fine chiffon.

"I'm always holding on to him."

She hasn't felt anything from him yet, though. He's probably not awake...