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July 19, 2005
TUESDAY
I found myself lying on the ground. My body sore and aching, a slight headache tormenting my brain, while my eyes tried to focus on something to stop my spinning vision.
Fuck. I hit my head. Hard.
The world was spinning and turning, nausea hitting me like a train. Black spots filled my vision, darkening the clear blue sky, forcing me to close my eyes for a moment to rid of the creeping darkness.
Recovering just barely, I looked beside me. Kamo Hakaru wasn't any better than me. Though he made sure to voice his displeasure as he kept groaning in pain.
"I think we overdid it..." he wheezed.
That hit in the diaphragm really did it, didn't it?
He was sprawled a meter away from me, chest rising and falling in an uneven and irregular rhythm as he struggled to breathe. His uniform tattered and dirty, though not ripped and his hair messy and sweaty. Apart from the bruises starting to form on his exposed skin and the broken nose dripping a bit of blood, the left side of his face was already red and a bit swollen from the last hit. Even though, Kamo Hakaru remained strangely attractive.
"You think?!" I gasped out.
My back is really killing me.
He laughed, or at least tried to, as it ended up in a coughing fit. Blood spilling over his jaw as he willed his body to turn sideways, spitting the red liquid on the ground.
"Oh, that kick really fucked me..."
I snorted, trying to get up but my hands weren't really able to support my weight. I grunted, turning my body around so as to get up differently and with shaky legs I walked towards him.
It seemed that in that small moment of confusion we forgot our spectators. The rest were still standing, all paired up, trying to make out our forms through the dust that surrounded us still.
