Just a Scratch [Henry/Natsumi]

Natsumi lowered her outstretched hand as the hollow’s form vanished in front of her. Her reiatsu calmed and a dull ache reminded her of the fight—a shallow gash on her arm from the hollow’s claw was still bleeding. She gritted her teeth, muttering a string of curses.

“Stupid, fuckin', jerk… I hate hollow!”

Natsumi plopped down on grass in the middle of a park she didn't know the name of, holding her hand over her wound. By some miracle, she was in Paris. Looking to the side, she could see that weird tower that made this place so popular, but she found nothing interesting about it.

“Lil’ bastard put up a fight,” she said, glancing around the now-empty street. She knew she’d need to patch herself up, but there was no way she’d go running for help over a scratch. Taking a slow breath, she muttered, “This is what happens when ya let y'er guard…”

Natsumi turned her head to the voice that seemed to call out in her direction, blinking at the rather joyful guy approaching her. She wanted to warn him that she was going to eat that ice cream if he was silly enough to hand it to her, but… that seemed to be his intent. Like an excited child wanting dessert, she took the cone and immediately began eating. She was a little distracted, but clearly wary of his intentions.

“Natsumi,” she said with a full mouth. She waited to answer the rest of his question until after she swallowed her bite. "Hollow... I killed it."

Natsumi watched him closely as he examined her arm, but not for a moment did she let up off her ice cream. She bit into the cone after destroying the top at a speed most would get a brain freeze.

“You can heal?” she asked, her words muffled because she was talking with a full mouth. Before he answered, however, he warned her about her ice cream, so she put a small invisible barrier around it. He could sense a small amount of reiryoku being used, but he wouldn't see it.

Having absolutely no idea this guy was about to PUNCH her, Natsumi's eyes just widened as he wind back. Confusion kept her still and she tensed up as he went in for the swing. She groaned and whined when she felt his fist hit her arm. And then she suddenly felt... better?

Blink, blink...

"An' what the hell was that?!" Natsumi jumped to her feet. "You're lucky you gave me ice cream or I'd send ya flyin' across the park!"

It was then that Natsumi realized the pain was gone. She blinked, looked down to her arm, and raised an eyebrow. "Wait... You healed me by hittin' me? An' what kinda strange power you got there?"