[D][U] Hyperton Aftermath

[Reijin]

His eyes opened once more, to find himself still concealed in the shroud of night. He could still feel a pool of water under his fingertips, but this time it felt truely real. Looking around, he awaited the time for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, feeling his head covered in water as well. Had he awoken beneath some type of waterfall?

"Akane?" he called out, only to hear nothing. He closed his eyes, not sure what to think of the situation, and then extended his palm, feeling it surprisingly throbbing in pain. It was an effort to move it, so he did so while biting down fiercely.

A small spark of flame kindled itself within his palm before slowly spreading to light the area around him. He looked around a moment hoping to find something that could sustain his fire before finding a few broken slabs of wood nearby, untouched by the water.

Finding it hard to stand, he simply extended the flame to the wood, lighting it before he allowed his own fire to extinguish. His eyes had begun to adjust to the orange hue that had been cast upon the room, and he scanned the ceiling to find that it was a collection of nearly destroyed rubble with a bit of wood interweaving through it. The smoke from the fire seemed to find places to relieve itself rather than collect within the room, so Reijin could only assume that there was some way to reach the outside.

Trying to stand, he placed his arm back down into the water and pushed. A sharp pain cut through him like a knife and he dropped back into place, his face landing directly in the water. "Damn it..." he mumbled, trying go through every mental practice he could to shut out the pain. A bit of the water had trickled into his mouth, so he spat it out before realizing that the liquid was not water.

Throwing himself to his feet despite the pain, he looked at the ground and realized that the liquid covering it and him was his own blood. His eyes were wide as they looked at his arms to find a stream of blood cascading down them voraciously. Thinking quickly, he removed the bandana from his forehead, which itself had been a gift from Videl to help him when he was wounded, a strip of her clothing to soak up the blood. He had still worn it.

Tying it sharply around his arm through telekinesis, he then ripped a shred of cloth from his pants to tied around his other arm. Then a trickle of blood dripped into his eye from his forehead, where his bandana had been. "Damn it!" he cursed again, ripping another strip to place there.

"Unnn..." he heard nearby. He suddenly stopped and spun around, looking to find the source of the noise.

"Akane?" he called once more, to hear a groan of pain to answer him. Quickly wrapping the strip of cloth around his forehead, he limped over towards where he had heard the noise, using the fire's light to attempt to find her. Finally, he saw a crumpled form in the corner of the room, a large rock on top of her legs, seperated from the rest of the rubble.

Reaching it, he looked her over to find that she was once more a simple girl of thirteen years, no longer displaying the ferocity she had when they were fighting. Pushing his hands against the rock, he groaned as he attempted to push it off both physicaly and mentally, but found that it would not move. Her eyes slowly fluttered open in pain and she cried out, tears collecting in her eyes.

"Shut up! I'm trying to think!" he growled before extending his two blades of Ki from his palms.

"What's happening? Why can't I feel my legs? What was that explosion?" she screamed, panicking from lack of information.

"Just stop talking a moment," he demanded, slamming his two swords deeply into the rocks before straining to pull them apart from each other like the jaws of life. He finally felt the resistance crumble as his honed blades began to slice through the rocks, cleaving the top half off so that he could shove it from the rest of the rock.

He then dissipated them and pressed his weight against the lower half, feeling it roll off of her to hear her crying in pain. Dropping quickly, he ran his fingers over her legs while extending his Ki to check her for injuries. His own would have to wait, he decided. This girl's legs were broken. Running his fingers along the rest of her body, he realized she was mostly alright, not counting psychologically.

He took a deep breath, shutting out her sounds to hold his two hands over her legs a moment before removing his fingerless fighting gloves, his palms hovering over her. A deep aura surrounded him as it spread over her body, numbing her senses for her benefit to ease the pain. He then began to attempt to align his aura with hers, hoping to heal her broken legs.