It seemed like seconds, it seemed like hours, before the hit wore off. Kenshin slowed to a jog and then a walk, but didn't stop, even though his breath felt like sandpaper. He couldn't feel his shoulder anymore but that was probably a bad sign. Sweat rolled down his face, cold and stinging and he wiped it away with his sleeve.
Where was he? Near Namaka Station. He could see the sign just a few feet away. Kenshin went toward it. Not stopping. His heart thundering in his ribs as his vision blurred and swam. Voices echoed. He had...he had a safe house...on the JR line. To..Toyamitsu station. That was it.
He took the escalator, only because the stairs were fuzzing in front of his eyes. He felt sluggish. Sleepy. He needed coffee. Espresso. Wasn't supposed to take it.
Sleep, damnit, Shishou said in his head again. And he would... When it was safe... Maybe...
He bought his ticket, though it took him three tries and as he watched the money be sucked into the machine, he blinked at it and wondered where he'd gotten it.
Oh...right. Salamander. That...that man. And Rat. Yes. Rat was important. He took his ticket and went through the turn style and waited for the train, trying to stand as straight as he could.
So...tired. He needed...
But no if he got...if he got espresso he wouldn't... Someone jerked his sleeve and he jerked on them, his right hand twitching and the man jumped back, apologizing in a series of bows. Kenshin blinked at him and then noticed how close he was to the track. He must have...fallen asleep.
Gritting his teeth he wrenched his arm purposefully so a jolt of pain seared through him, spiking his sluggish adrenaline.
Come on, he thought. He needed something to focus on. Something to... to fix his mind on. A thought occurred and he pulled Salamander's phone from his pocket, flicking through the contacts. Names. Pseudonyms. There were over a hundred people in here. The black and grey of the screen blurred together and he had to blink to keep them in focus.
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Where was he? Near Namaka Station. He could see the sign just a few feet away. Kenshin went toward it. Not stopping. His heart thundering in his ribs as his vision blurred and swam. Voices echoed. He had...he had a safe house...on the JR line. To..Toyamitsu station. That was it.
He took the escalator, only because the stairs were fuzzing in front of his eyes. He felt sluggish. Sleepy. He needed coffee. Espresso. Wasn't supposed to take it.
Sleep, damnit, Shishou said in his head again. And he would... When it was safe... Maybe...
He bought his ticket, though it took him three tries and as he watched the money be sucked into the machine, he blinked at it and wondered where he'd gotten it.
Oh...right. Salamander. That...that man. And Rat. Yes. Rat was important. He took his ticket and went through the turn style and waited for the train, trying to stand as straight as he could.
So...tired. He needed...
But no if he got...if he got espresso he wouldn't... Someone jerked his sleeve and he jerked on them, his right hand twitching and the man jumped back, apologizing in a series of bows. Kenshin blinked at him and then noticed how close he was to the track. He must have...fallen asleep.
Gritting his teeth he wrenched his arm purposefully so a jolt of pain seared through him, spiking his sluggish adrenaline.
Come on, he thought. He needed something to focus on. Something to... to fix his mind on. A thought occurred and he pulled Salamander's phone from his pocket, flicking through the contacts. Names. Pseudonyms. There were over a hundred people in here. The black and grey of the screen blurred together and he had to blink to keep them in focus.