#etherealsnow

"The Pond" January 2025

As the windows of the hospital rattled against the blowing gust ,caused by a might snow storm outside, the hospital was calm and collective. The growing darkness of the night sky outside allowed for the patients to go to sleep and some of the nurses to head home. It was time for things to wind down for the evening. It was quiet, minus the few sounds of footsteps from the remaining nurses/doctors and beeping from the hospital gear. It was meant to be a peaceful night.. well not really. A slow dragging and scraping sound started to grow and then dim as two figures passed by the rooms. Room by room the two headed up the elevator, as there was no way they were making it up the stairs. One was very familiar to all who saw him, having your face on the side of a mountain can do that, as being the Hokage of Konoha, Kakashi Hatake. However, the huge weight he was carrying around was a mystery. Head placed on the Hokage’s shoulder and made so Kakashi carried most of the weight, but the other was not too useless. In place of using his legs, the male used two tendral like extensions from his back side as a way to help out, but one still dragged loudly against the tile floor.    “Mm.. I-I’m fine K-Kakash-…i..” In and out of conscious the overly pale stranger was too out of it to make a fair case for his health. He didn’t see or remember where Kakashi was taking him, but trusted him enough to know where to go. A private room was placed in front of the two, and Kakashi walked the male into the room. It was dark with the lights out, but it felt warmer than anything the snow could do.  “Almost there Isobu, just stay   awake and don’t pass out again…” Isobu clinched to the Kage robe that Kakashi wore before he was led past a occupied bed and forced to lay in an empty one closer to the window. As the bijuu’s breathing became a little more hyperventilating with faster puffs, he was warming up even more. When lied upon the bed, Isobu almost didn’t let go of the Hokage robes almost to the point of the threads almost ripping.    “Mizukage ones are way better. ” He tried to chuckle but he ended up only coughing rather roughly. Puffs of mist, looking like clouds of breath in the cold but in the heart, flowed from his lips. He tried his best to get comfortable, but he just lied over the top of the covers, his three tails falling from the side of the bed and rested upon the ground. He watched as Kakashi spoke some words and then left, but the turtle didn't hear much only staring at the roof for a bit. The turtle must have passed out in the snow...

{{YUSH GIVE ME ALL DA HUGS. YOU KNOW CHU WANNA <3}}

It was a simple statement, said as he moved over to allow the other to sit beside him. His mouth hurts; it’s a tugging, pulling pain reminiscent of the stitches in his arms. It was his own fault, really, for getting mouthy with some jounin who have less than fond memories of Iwagakure ninja.

      “Shit kid. You need to get some fucking sun-        you’re almost paler than me.”