Konohagakure no Sato, Saturday Afternoon (Fandom Time) / Feb. 15th (Konoha Time)

[intraspective]

Really, it had been a month and a half now and Ino had to admit that she was—feeling better. Between her father teaching Zack (and water walking had proved to be quite a hilarious thing to watch) and her father teaching her, she was feeling useful and busy without it being anything too taxing.

She hadn’t seen either of her previous teammates, which stung, but Ino stomped down firmly on that as she disentangled her mind from her father’s and ignored his look. It wasn’t the first time she’d avoided… whatever it was he’d wanted to talk about.

And she doubted it would be the last.

“That’s enough for now,” he said, after a moment. “How about you go and get some air?”

It was phrased as a suggestion, but Ino was well used to her father’s orders. With a quick kiss to his cheek, she left the room, went down the long, dark hall and out into the sunshine. It was a lovely day—February, already, which made her head hurt if she thought too hard about the days and how they related to Fandom—but, Ino thought, as she leaned against the balcony and pulled out her phone, hitting speed dial, maybe all that time had been what she’d needed.

And, across universes, her phone call reached…

[For ze raspberried one. Mwahaha. NFB.]

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[puppy_fair]

But... if they were screaming, that meant they were still alive in there...

Zack had gone pale as well, but not because of the chaos. Zack was used to chaos. It was the idea of simply pressing on, hearing these people and knowing that he could help. One or two of them, at least. Something.

"I can't."

It was against everything that he was, as SOLDIER. Everything that he was, as Zack.

"I can't just leave them!"

It was one thing, pressing onwards towards safety when he couldn't join in the fight. It was another thing entirely, leaving the living for dead.

[thought-seeker.livejournal.com]

"They're already dead!" Mui snapped, as another explosion nearby rocked the ground and she staggered, keeping her balance by a hair. "They shouldn't even have been in the buildings still!"

Every time, every time, people panicked and forgot the lines. That was why they trained even their civilians in them.

To cut down on the number of people who would hide in their basements, hide in closets and under beds and hope for the best.

[puppy_fair]

A violet apple smoldered, and then dropped from the tree branch that it had grown on, in Zack's mind's eye.

But there had been nobody left to scream, in Banora.

"But..."

He had Potions. He had Ethers. He'd stocked up on both before leaving Midgar, the last time they were there. He had three Phoenix Down to his name. That was three more lives. He had Curaga.

And the people who had been screaming were already dead.

Another piece of him was dead with them.

He didn't even bother coming up with a reply. He started walking, again.

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Mui scrambled after him, her eyes burning. It wasn't that she didn't care, it was that they couldn't care.

And lock away the pain of being unable to do anything for those still screaming.

She caught up, feeling a stitch in her side beginning to form and forced herself to ignore it. There was nothing to be done. No point in complaining--she was still alive. That was what mattered right here and now.

Of course, training didn't overrule everything and when she spotted two children by a tumbled down house, crying about their mother, nothing that Zack would truly understand as it wasn't in his language, but the scene was clear enough, Mui--

Well, it was amazing how fast she could move when she had no formal training to her name, wasn't it? The woman, their mother, was clearly dead. Neck snapped--from the fall she'd taken when the building they'd been walking by had collapsed and trapped her lower body.

But the two children, crying and asking her to open her eyes--they were alive. Battered and bruised, but alive.

[puppy_fair]

"Mui!"

Zack could, at least, move to keep up, crouching beside the children. Biting his lip.

"I can help her," he said softly, looking up at her, begging with his eyes, please, to let him. "We could just grab them and go, but... but I can help her."

Three Phoenix Down. They were almost impossible to come by, but, priceless as they were, they were worthless compared to the lives they could bring back.

[thought-seeker.livejournal.com]

"Get the building off her first," Mui said, distractedly as the two children had latched on to her and she fell into a rapid-fire conversation in the same language as they were babbling in.

It was... possibly for the best that Zack couldn't understand her, here.

[puppy_fair]

Zack didn't need to be told twice. The rubble was deep, but nothing for SOLDIER. His sword was heavier than the broken pieces of the section of wall that had landed on her, and it was barely any effort at all to push it off of her, grab her body under the arms, and pull it out the rest of the way.

He was pointedly not looking at the sick way her head was lolling as he moved her. Couldn't handle that, on top of the rest.

One Phoenix Down. Just to get her pulse back. Just to give her a fighting chance. His hands were shaking as he pulled it from his pocket, prayed to any god that would listen for this to work here, as it did in Gaia. And then, Curaga.

... This was a very well lit corner of the street, between the fire, the feathers, and the healing spell that Zack had cast.

But it wasn't nothing.

Zack didn't think he could handle doing nothing anymore.

[thought-seeker.livejournal.com]

Mui ignored his movements, his lights, all her attention focused on the children and sorting out their story, what had happened, why hadn't been in school--sick, she decided, feeling the fever in their skins--and reassuring them, in her own way.

"You are children of Konoha," Mui told them, her voice low and, perhaps, unexpectedly gentle. Silk over steel. "Stop crying and hold your heads up. Konoha looks after her own."

As, behind them, their mother stirred...

[puppy_fair]

Zack loosed a thankful breath, and then rummaged through his pockets again, pulling out a Potion.

"Easy," he murmured, not knowing for the life of him if the woman would even understand what he was saying. "Slow breaths. Try to drink this?"

It tasted like ass. But it would take care of the last bits of stiffness and bruising that his Curaga hadn't quite taken care of.

"We need to get out of here, quickly. Drink."

[thought-seeker.livejournal.com]

Mui smiled faintly as the children stared with big, hopeful eyes as their mother drank the offered--thing.

Another explosion rocked the ground around them, and Mui reached to steady one of the children.

"We have to move," she said, studying the woman before repeating it once more, in their first language. The woman nodded and began, moving carefully and as if she couldn't believe it, getting up.

[puppy_fair]

Zack was smiling. Holding his hand out to help the woman to her feet, making certain that she was steady on them, and then nodded toward the monument. That much, he knew. Get that far, figure things out from there.

Try to ignore the horrors around him. He wasn't doing so well at that part.

But once he was certain that nobody in their little party was in the process of falling over, at least he was moving forward again.

His smile was short-lived as the horrors going on around him sank in again. Even Zack couldn't smile through this.