Non-Mass. Rated M for a reason.

***This story is in the process of being re-written. Please bear with me until I figure out how to add new chapters throughout the story - until then, this is the old version. You can find the new version on my AO3 (username is the same: Rise of the Blossom).

Bruised, Broken & Healed
By: Rise of the Blossom

Prologue

Crow-san,

I know you can probably tell already, but this is not Taka. I think it's a little (very) obvious, to be honest. His writing is much more feminine than mine – I'm often told that I have a doctor's handwriting. Wouldn't surprise me, really. I am a doctor.

Anyway, you're most likely skimming through that first paragraph, wondering why the hell I'm writing to you instead of your adorable little brother. Long story short: we were on a mission, we kicked ass, got ambushed right at the end when we were on the border and Taka very foolishly overused a certain eye technique and is on strict bed rest.

Great. I'm starting to sound like our orange-clad, idiot of a teammate. If you're guessing who I am, yes. I'm the girl with the large forehead.

I'm rambling, sorry.

Taka wanted me to inform you that until he can take the bandages off his eyes and his bones are healed, I will be writing to you in his place. He said feel free to stop writing because I'm quite annoying (he's lucky that he's already injured otherwise he'd be going straight through the walls of your lovely home and I know that your mother wouldn't be happy with me for that!), but I can tell that he wants to hear from you.

In reply to your last letter, aside from his injuries, Taka is doing well. They shouldn't take too long to heal and I'm taking good care of him, although I may end up pummelling him if he continues to grunt "hn" at me instead of actually replying. Your parents are doing well, too, by the way. Your mother hopes that you will be returning soon, as does Taka. Your father doesn't really say much, but I think he misses you, too.

Again, I'm rambling. I'm sorry! Taka is facing the window, brooding like always and expecting me to somehow read his mind and put pen to paper to tell you what I find. I wish I could read his mind. It would make speaking with him so much easier, instead of talking at him. Really, Crow-san, you should teach your little brother how to be polite the moment you get back. Being around Whiskers (that is what I have dubbed our orange-clad teammate, since I don't know whether or not Taka mentions us and has cool nicknames for us both) is having a bad effect on him.

It may be best to close up the letter like this. I'm sorry if there was anything you wanted to know about. Include it in your reply and I'll tell you the answers if I have them. Other than that, how are you doing? Are you eating well?

Please be safe, Crow-san.

Cherry.