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estiroseAnother story featuring Nao, Rook universe.
Fussing at Wounds
By Estirose
C 2009
Nao fussed at her wounds in the privacy of her apartment, hoping to hell her King wouldn't show up and bother her. Taiga had a bad tendency to mother hen over the other three Checkmates, and she had things to do. She didn't have time to be stuck in the penthouse until she healed.
If it didn't heal in a few hours, she'd have to find some excuse not to go to dinner. That would be tricky, she knew; Taiga expected her to be at dinner every night, followed by bedtime. She'd have to skip both and have some convincing reason to do so. Fortunately, she hadn't been working through mealtime lately; Taiga might accept this as yet another night where she just plain forgot.
Or he might come over and check up on her and make sure she didn't overwork; he was overly concerned about her. Even then, if she was clever and hid her wounds, he would never know that she'd tangled with an overly-powered human. She intended to make a report anyway, but she'd do it after the point where her King wouldn't find any wounds if he looked for them. He'd lecture her anyway, but he wouldn't confine her.
At least that's what she hoped.
Too much worrying, and he might insist she move her books and belongings to an apartment below the penthouse like Rook had, where he could keep an eye on her and drop in on her whenever he wanted. He apparently dropped in on Wataru often, and Wataru wasn't allowed his own bed much.
Any hope of being alone would be taken away from her if she wasn't careful. She needed the peace and quiet to do her work; he didn't understand that. He wanted her with him as much as possible, and their tentative agreement wouldn't hold if Taiga perceived his Bishop as needing more help than she really did.
So she bound her wounds, went back to her work, and hoped her King wouldn't notice.
Fussing at Wounds
By Estirose
C 2009
Nao fussed at her wounds in the privacy of her apartment, hoping to hell her King wouldn't show up and bother her. Taiga had a bad tendency to mother hen over the other three Checkmates, and she had things to do. She didn't have time to be stuck in the penthouse until she healed.
If it didn't heal in a few hours, she'd have to find some excuse not to go to dinner. That would be tricky, she knew; Taiga expected her to be at dinner every night, followed by bedtime. She'd have to skip both and have some convincing reason to do so. Fortunately, she hadn't been working through mealtime lately; Taiga might accept this as yet another night where she just plain forgot.
Or he might come over and check up on her and make sure she didn't overwork; he was overly concerned about her. Even then, if she was clever and hid her wounds, he would never know that she'd tangled with an overly-powered human. She intended to make a report anyway, but she'd do it after the point where her King wouldn't find any wounds if he looked for them. He'd lecture her anyway, but he wouldn't confine her.
At least that's what she hoped.
Too much worrying, and he might insist she move her books and belongings to an apartment below the penthouse like Rook had, where he could keep an eye on her and drop in on her whenever he wanted. He apparently dropped in on Wataru often, and Wataru wasn't allowed his own bed much.
Any hope of being alone would be taken away from her if she wasn't careful. She needed the peace and quiet to do her work; he didn't understand that. He wanted her with him as much as possible, and their tentative agreement wouldn't hold if Taiga perceived his Bishop as needing more help than she really did.
So she bound her wounds, went back to her work, and hoped her King wouldn't notice.
