║ Malevolence ║ anbusuke
After a moment of needed rest to recover from her exertion, Takumi got to work. She scrubbed her arms first, and as the dried blood peeled away, she sighed.
Very visible were bruises that darkened her creamy complexion to an ugly purple one. The skin was tender to the touch, and she briefly recalled the days of her childhood where these sort of injuries were a normal occurrence.
When her arms were clear of remaining residue, she splashed water over her legs, careful not to touch the juncture of her hip. It was a ghastly sight, but it could have been worse. The skin was a cloudy black that blurred into brown and then yellow.
Between her legs she scrubbed viciously, as blood had caked onto the little hair that resided in that region. Blood and something else— if she could remember correctly.
Her lips, haggardly chapped tilted downwards into a grimace. The reflection in the water, silhouetted by moonlight, was undeniably broken. And how couldn’t it have been?
Sasuke had better things to do than to ogle her body; and if Takumi was paying him any mind, this should have come as a relief. After all those hours of torture and unpleasant treatment, it must have been good to feel free. To feel… Clean, even more so. Whatever her captors put her through prompted a relatively long cleansing session.
Of course, he would never fully understand her situation. Not until she put enough trust in him that she felt obligated to say, which the likelihood of that ever happening was close to zero. And because of Sasuke’s inability to properly sympathize, it was only natural he act insensitive to the whole ordeal. He stood.
“Get out and put your clothes back on. You’re clean. I’ll even turn my back if that’s what it takes. Though, I’m sure you’d be just fine with me looking.” Oh, and he didn’t say that with implications of her being promiscuous; rather, because she was an ANBU and revealing herself when changing on missions wasn’t a rarity.
