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[A figure stumbles from the docks, dressed in black. They are incredibly pale, the black strands of their hair sticking to their cheeks and neck. The heat is not their friend and the sudden change in circumstances isn't helping.]

Where...is this? [Akito runs a hand through their hair, dropping onto the nearest bench available.] I am Akito Sohma. If I have been kidnapped, I demand to know the reason why.

[It really is hard to tell their gender. At first glance, one would think boy, but that can be misleading. Their voice is feminine, but low. Or maybe they are projecting it lower on purpose.]

Tell me.

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Then Mr. Sohma it is. Sorry--thought I'd had it wrong.

[Trunks could honestly care less if you're a miss or a mister really. It's useful but he was more worried about being impolite.]

Alright, anything besides a headache? When did you last eat? What were you doing right before you woke up here?

[Into Genessia City, and closer to the Docking Bay. A few streets away, and Trunks heads for the ground, keeping this link open and now running. Shouldn't take much longer at all. He's had a good year of actual healthy food--no more starvation diets--in addition to training. This run will be nothing.]

[It's a complicated problem for Akito. Of course without Ren here, they could possibly break tradition. But that will take a lot of time and bravery on their part.]

I was with my family. [Which is always the case, really.] We were on vacation.

[Sort of. The beach is not a place they favor ~~mainly out of jealousy of the pretty girls in their swimsuits~~.]

I don't remember when I last ate. I've been sick the entire time.

[Oof, no wonder they thought they'd been kidnapped. More than just the usual arrival, that is.]

Alright, can you tell me more about this sickness? Because right now I'm guessing some dehydration given how wilted you look and the headache. No offense.

[Almost...almost...almost there.]

[Where to begin.]

I'm...like this...because of my father. [Akira had been sickly from birth and Akito had been at his bedside when he passed.] I need a cool, quiet place.

[And water. Water would be good.]

Okay, well that's part of what I planned once I get there. Get you out of the sun and into some shade, as well as get some water in you. I meant about the symptoms of your sickness. You mentioned medicine--do you usually take something for it?

[Pretty soon there might be a hint of an echo, as Trunks doesn't actually turn off his phone until he's in sight of Akito. Slowing to a jog, but still moving with speed as he approaches.]

Mr. Sohma right?

[Briefly seeking confirmation, before Trunks is moving closer. More close than he would if this weren't an emergency, to loop the other's arm over his own shoulder and haul him up.]

Lean on me, don't worry about any weight, and let me support you. First we're getting you out of this heat. Hmm...

[Consulting his mental map of the city. For now though, he'll just do his best to find them some space not too far from the Bay but out of the sun.]

Hatori - my doctor - gives me medicine for it. I'm not sure what's in it, but it works. [Akito, who is so distrustful of nearly everything and everyone, trusts their life to Hatori. They look up at the approach, expression unreadable.]

Yes. [The sudden motion - the contact - shocks them and they are stiff as they are pulled to their feet. Thankfully Akito doesn't weigh much at all and they aren't impeded by their usual heavy robes. Because they were on the beach, they are in civilian clothes.]

Why do you care?

Alright, well, hopefully that can wait a bit longer then. Are you okay for taking basic pain relief medicines? For your head?

[It likely wouldn't matter if they were in heavy-robes, considering a demi-saiyan's strength. Normally Trunks also wouldn't touch the other without warning or permission, but he's in 'crisis' mode. Which means get person out of danger, then worry about other things.

Especially since they're already walking along the street, gradually heading North towards the hospital ultimately. If need be, he'll outright carry the other as he tries to stay in the shade.]

Because you're not well, and you need help.

...it will do. [Beads of sweat roll down their cheeks, blurring their vision, reminding them - as if they need a reminder - of their racing, throbbing heart.]

So you're a hero? [Their voice is terribly sarcastic despite being so weak.] What do you want in return?

[People always want something.]

I've been called that before, yeah.

[Noting the sarcasm, but not bothered by it honestly.]

I want you safe, and out of the heat. But that's not what you're asking is it? I don't want anything in return materially, or any favors.

[Time to take a break though, as there's a nice shady bench under some trees. Still with a good sightline of the street too. Trunks heads that way, and helps Akito to sit down. Another step back, and then Trunks is pulling out two small cylindrical objects that fit in the palm of his hand.

Pressing a button on the top of one, then the other, he's tossing them gently to the side in the open space. A loud phwap-popping sound, and some smoke, and then there's an advanced miniature-fridge in the space now, along with a utility crate next to it.]

Water first, and head-ache medicine. Does your heart always race like that?

[Speaking as he moves, Trunks passing Akito a bottle of water from the mini-fridge, before he moves to the crate.]

That is, is an abnormal heart rhythm normal for you?

[Perk of having enhanced hearing, from being a half-saiyan. Trunks pulls out a bottle of aspirin, along with an advanced thermometer from the crate while turning back to the other man.]

Shameless. [They snort and their steps stumble, almost falling. Trunks prevents that headlong tumble and Akito grits their teeth, eyes flashing in frustration.]

I might believe you in time.

[Sitting down is a relief, yet the capsules frighten them based on how they twitch. Maybe their fever is worse than they thought. But they have never had hallucinations like this before.]

...yes. [Their hand shakes as they take the water bottle, sipping on it carefully.] My body is weak.

[Partially because of the curse and partially because of genetics. Akira was physically weak - so much so that he died quite young - and Ren is mentally and physically sick.]

Can you really hear it?

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[Trunks nodded in confirmation, then offering two of the aspirin from the bottle to the other.]

Weak body huh? Then the heat is definitely not likely doing you any favors. Mind if I get a temperature?

[The kind of brusqueness Akito has is nothing compared to some of the people Trunks dealt with.]

[Akito takes the pills, examines them before deciding what choice do they have? With a quick swish of water, they are swallowed.]

...fine. [They open their mouth, expecting something under their tongue.]

[Don't worry Akito, tech has advanced a bit more than that thankfully.]

You don't need to do that. This thermometer reads it by swiping across your forehead.

[Offered in explanation, with an understanding expression. Taking the thermometer, Trunks pulled out some gauze. Wiping the the sensor-end of the the device, revealed a small roller-ball-in-socket. A brief wipe from another piece of gauze against Akito's forehead and Trunks placed the thermometer against the skin, moving it from one side to another.

Quick and over in less than a minute, as he let the other have their space back while looking at the reading.]

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