This aircraft was developed by Nihon Aircraft (Japan Aircraft Manufacturing Co., Ltd.) with reference to Fairchild's flying boat, and it was the only amphibious aircraft in the Imperial Japanese Navy at the time. The prototype, completed in 1942, had handling difficulties and struggled with getting airborne from water, and due to the deteriorating war situation reducing the need for small transport aircraft, it was not adopted.
Whumptober Day 9 - We'll Make It Alright to Come Undone
Pairing: Castiel (Supernatural)/Dean Winchester
Summary:
It takes several seconds for Dean's brain to register what is happening to him. He can pinpoint some of the voices. Bobby shouting orders, as he usually does, and Benny squeezing his hand and telling him to hang in there. Benny sounds worried, so Dean tries to squeeze back, only to find that he can't. Something's wrong. Seriously wrong.
A voice is speaking to him, but Dean can't make out any of it over the insufferable ringing in his ears. When darkness overcomes him a third time, Dean's last thought is to pray that Sammy will be alright.
Warnings: PTSD, Injury Recovery, alcohol abuse, past drug abuse, chronic pain
Chapter Count: 8/8
Read Chapter 1 on AO3
Darkness.
Complete and utter silence.
A floating sensation.
And then—
A high-pitched ringing in his ears as the ground beneath him vibrates violently with the intensity of the bombs going off around him. Strong hands dragging him across the dirt and aggravating his broken ribs. Blurred snapshots of a nearby building collapsing in on itself in a mushroom cloud of dust, and then—
Darkness once again, and blissful silence, a feeling of weightlessness washing over him in calming waves. This, this he can get used to, he thinks. This feeling like he's flying and where nothing hurts, where there is no sorrow, nothing at all for the first time in years, and it feels good. It feels peaceful in a way he never thought he would ever get to experience. If given the choice, he will gladly spend the rest of eternity in this space.
But as with everything, the choice isn't his to make.
"Sergeant Winchester?"
"Dean. Dean, don't go to sleep on me, brother."
"Hang in there, soldier. We're getting you home. Get me the fucking medic."
It takes several seconds for Dean's brain to register what is happening to him. He can pinpoint some of the voices. Bobby shouting orders, as he usually does, and Benny squeezing his hand and telling him to hang in there. Benny sounds worried, so Dean tries to squeeze back, only to find that he can't. Something's wrong. Seriously wrong. And try as he may, he can't remember how he ended up on a stretcher being treated for injuries. It's all too much, too loud, too bright. Something hot and wet soaks his right shoulder, his mouth is filled with a coppery taste that makes him gag as he coughs up a few loose teeth.
A voice is speaking to him, but Dean can't make out any of it over the insufferable ringing in his ears. When darkness overcomes him a third time, Dean's last thought is to pray that Sammy will be alright.
.:ANATOMY:.
Head: LeLutka - Avalon
Body: Ebody - Reborn
Hair: Little Bones - Rumor no longer available
Ears: Swallow - Gauged S Ears
.:CLOTHING:.
Glasses: OLQINU - Vibes Glasses - Stay Weird
Earrings: Rainbow Sundae - Kyle Earrings *NEW* @ The Warehouse Sale
Mask: DAE - Sx192 Mask
Collar: DAE - MD Collar
Necklace: VOBE - Stella Necklace - Nickel
Top: RENIE - Willow Tank Top *NEW*@ The Warehouse Sale
Pasties: Violent Seduction - X Pasties
Skirt: ROULY - KISSnTELL Skirt - Black
.:SCENE:.
Background: VARONIS - StarDust Background
Left Vending machine: Taikou - Vending Machine - Soda
Right Vending Machine: No13 - Vending Machine - Blue past gacha
Pose: Mewsery - Harimoji
When he first saw Marvin’s magic pass him, Anti’s eyes followed the trail of white fire. Then his heart began to race. Beth and Elaine--what… how? He thought he told them to hide! To leave and not come back! He thought… he thought…
Anti turned heel and felt his wings open up, jumping over the light in mid-air, and landed in front of the girls. He wrapped his arms tightly around the girls and held them close. His wigs covered their little bodies and shielding them from magic. His back was exposed to the white magic, and he felt its burn. He felt there burn on his skin as his heart began to race, adrenaline finally kicked throughout his body. He tasted blood and ink in his mouth as he felt the light burn everything within his blood stream. He shut his eyes and wait for the magic to burn out, and once it did, he stayed like that until his arms drop, his wings dropping, his body falling to the side, hitting the ground in a limp weight, pain wrapping around his body.
Then hands.
Soft, kind, small hands touched his burnt wings.
His vision was blurred, but he could see Elaine and Beth, both in tears, both confused. Anti tried to lift his hands to hold theirs, but he felt the adrenaline left his body on a dime. He felt his lower lip quiver as he heard their apologies came through sobs and breaths. He tried to speak but his cut under his neck and the blood… he couldn’t speak. Elaine saw his shaking hand trying to reach her, and she took it gently in both of her hands, Beth holding the other. He saw their smiles, their tears, and he could hear their voices.
He looked up to the sky, his eyes clear and perfect again. The sky was turning purple and black and clear as the sun started to set over him.
It’s… It’s so beautiful, he thought to himself as pain burned throughout his being. I want to… He looked over at Elaine then Beth. But then there would be night over them, and he would have to go with the day, with the sun. But he saw their eyes and felt their tears. He didn’t--he didn’t want to…
But the sun also rises, but a star has to fall. What part would he play?
Adrenaline was a wonderful thing until it wore off, it let him dive from cliffs, lift almost as much as Virgil, and swim just that little bit faster. All things he could do without the extra hormone but did all the better when it was pumping through his system. Each and every rescue brought on the rush, leaving him fidgety in his seat until he could jump to action.
Gordon had long since become familiar with the aches and pains that faded in as that same rush died down. Most days were okay, a little ache here and there was nothing he couldn’t work off in the pool once they were home. Falling two hundred feet to be snapped back by his harness hadn’t seemed so bad at the time, he’d lowered himself to the floor and walked away without complaint to rescue the trapped miners.
He had stopped since then though, fallen into the trap of letting himself relax in the co-pilot seat of Thunderbird Two. Just the slightest shift had sent his back into spasm, making him freeze and tense halfway to getting up.
“What is it?”
Damn Virgil noticing everything.
Taking a breath, he shook his head using the edge of the console to support himself, “Back.”
Just like that he knew Virgil’s own adrenaline had peaked, his knuckles whitening on the controls. Backs were fragile, backs weren’t something you messed around with.
“What do you need?”
He couldn’t help but snort, “For my back to not be spasming?”
“It was that fall wasn’t it?” Virgil asked, wordlessly switching to auto-pilot and standing.
“Yeah, I guess sitting down wasn’t the best idea.”
Virgil sighed, reaching out to give him a gentle squeeze of his shoulder, “Stay there, I’ll go and get something to help.”
He didn’t voice the fact that he didn’t really have much option, instead nodding as he let out a long breath. Maybe adrenaline wasn’t so great after all.
