•Hospital•</B><i></i>
Standing at the hospitals front desk, Junko wore his normal suite attire covered by his white medical jacket. A watch placed at his wrist, glasses rested upon his face, and several pens hung from his chest pocket. The air was cold as usual, The room filled with several injured and multiple sick people. Footsteps could be heard moving vigorously over the buildings marbled floor. A few infants cried, tears flowed down their soft cheeks as their noise echoed throughout the hospital. Parents could be seen steadily rocking the infants, softly whispering in their ears. Today was a busy day indeed, it was beginning to take a toll on the young MiT. On this particular day, he dealt with a plethora of patients of all shapes and sizes giving general-Aid. On top of the dozen patients he took, Junko now faced even more issues.
<B>"Damn kid, You've been doing a lot today. Are you okay?"
"Yea, I can handle it."
Shifting through a series of profiles at the front desk, Junko could see dozens of patients with amputated limbs of all ages, ranging from twelve on up. "Damn, all these people are missing body parts." Junko thought grabbing a near clipboard holding more documents. Adjusting his glasses, Junko focused more upon the documentation. Reading the information, Junko's mouth slightly opened. "All these people, they got to endure the devastating future of living without limbs." Junko thought, reading the scheduled procedures of the kumogakure citizens.
"Junko....."
"Junko!"
"Junko you filthy human!"
"What?"
"I think you need a brake. You can only take but so much."
"Im fine, thanks for your concern."
A miniature soft hand gently touched Junko's forearm. A tiny sweet scent of glorious perfume swept across Junko's nose. Looking up from reading, Junko starred at the warming smile of the receptionist.
"I think it's time for a brake."
"Nah, I'm alright. "
"No Junko, you need some real rest. You've been here before the break of dawn. Haven't eaten and haven't taken a break. We got things covered here. "
"Alright, Alright, see ya tomorrow, but I'll like more information on these patients. Keep me updated and page me if ya need some more help around here." Junko said taking off his glasses with a sigh.
"Will do."
With a smirk, Junko left the hospital with a wave goodbye. Walking outside, he could smell the fresh air as the orange sun set.
"This village really do mean a lot to you."
"As I said, this village gave me a home and raised me."
"You're something else."
"I took you in to repay the village, but I feel as if, I should and can do more."
Touching his stomach, it fiercely roared. "Damn, I need to get some food in me and get out these clothes. I'll stop at home, get clean, changed, and head out for food." Junko thought taking out a cigarette. His hand trembled as he brung it to his lips. With a strike of a match and a brief exhale, Junko began filling the air with luxurious smoke. "Aaaah." Junko said as the nicotine filled his body.
•The Dawnbringer's Plaza•
Entering in the plaza, Nightfall struck. The sky held a full moon, crisp air blew, and a dynamic smell of food floated around as citizens walked. Bright Lights filled the plaza, restaurants, clubs, and bars along with other entertainment areas brung everything to life.
In a well known BBQ restaurant, Junko was sitting at a table with a great grill placed in the center of it. Wearing a stunning black and white kimono, His katana rested upon his body as he used it to stay up. Holding a bottle of the the restaurants finest wine, Junko waited patiently. He had already ordered his food and his hunger grew by the second. Tilting his head back, Taking a swig of the wine, People could be heard all around, laughing, and even chatting about how the restaurant was the best throughout kumogakure.
Junko's eyes lowered, his mind flowed else were despite the smell of burning charcoal in front of him with a hungry belly. Images of patients was posted throughout his mind, all in agonizing pain and devastated. Tears flowed through his thoughts. patients crying, discovering the news of their future procedure. A young girl without legs wanting to play at the playground and walk as her parents did. The young girl Saddened at the fact that she had to be constantly pushed in a wheelchair.
With a sigh, The waitress soon arrived. She held a huge platter holding a series of food ranging from pork, chicken, and ribs. She soon placed several pieces of meat upon the grill, filling the area with mouth watering deliciousness.
"Here you go, your side order of rice will be coming soon."
"Thank you." Junko said with a nod. "In due time." Junko thought patting his stomach. Tonight was a big night for the restaurant. being their 50th anniversary, everything was half off and people was steadily rushing in.
Standing at the hospitals front desk, Junko wore his normal suite attire covered by his white medical jacket. A watch placed at his wrist, glasses rested upon his face, and several pens hung from his chest pocket. The air was cold as usual, The room filled with several injured and multiple sick people. Footsteps could be heard moving vigorously over the buildings marbled floor. A few infants cried, tears flowed down their soft cheeks as their noise echoed throughout the hospital. Parents could be seen steadily rocking the infants, softly whispering in their ears. Today was a busy day indeed, it was beginning to take a toll on the young MiT. On this particular day, he dealt with a plethora of patients of all shapes and sizes giving general-Aid. On top of the dozen patients he took, Junko now faced even more issues.
<B>"Damn kid, You've been doing a lot today. Are you okay?"
"Yea, I can handle it."
Shifting through a series of profiles at the front desk, Junko could see dozens of patients with amputated limbs of all ages, ranging from twelve on up. "Damn, all these people are missing body parts." Junko thought grabbing a near clipboard holding more documents. Adjusting his glasses, Junko focused more upon the documentation. Reading the information, Junko's mouth slightly opened. "All these people, they got to endure the devastating future of living without limbs." Junko thought, reading the scheduled procedures of the kumogakure citizens.
"Junko....."
"Junko!"
"Junko you filthy human!"
"What?"
"I think you need a brake. You can only take but so much."
"Im fine, thanks for your concern."
A miniature soft hand gently touched Junko's forearm. A tiny sweet scent of glorious perfume swept across Junko's nose. Looking up from reading, Junko starred at the warming smile of the receptionist.
"I think it's time for a brake."
"Nah, I'm alright. "
"No Junko, you need some real rest. You've been here before the break of dawn. Haven't eaten and haven't taken a break. We got things covered here. "
"Alright, Alright, see ya tomorrow, but I'll like more information on these patients. Keep me updated and page me if ya need some more help around here." Junko said taking off his glasses with a sigh.
"Will do."
With a smirk, Junko left the hospital with a wave goodbye. Walking outside, he could smell the fresh air as the orange sun set.
"This village really do mean a lot to you."
"As I said, this village gave me a home and raised me."
"You're something else."
"I took you in to repay the village, but I feel as if, I should and can do more."
Touching his stomach, it fiercely roared. "Damn, I need to get some food in me and get out these clothes. I'll stop at home, get clean, changed, and head out for food." Junko thought taking out a cigarette. His hand trembled as he brung it to his lips. With a strike of a match and a brief exhale, Junko began filling the air with luxurious smoke. "Aaaah." Junko said as the nicotine filled his body.
•The Dawnbringer's Plaza•
Entering in the plaza, Nightfall struck. The sky held a full moon, crisp air blew, and a dynamic smell of food floated around as citizens walked. Bright Lights filled the plaza, restaurants, clubs, and bars along with other entertainment areas brung everything to life.
In a well known BBQ restaurant, Junko was sitting at a table with a great grill placed in the center of it. Wearing a stunning black and white kimono, His katana rested upon his body as he used it to stay up. Holding a bottle of the the restaurants finest wine, Junko waited patiently. He had already ordered his food and his hunger grew by the second. Tilting his head back, Taking a swig of the wine, People could be heard all around, laughing, and even chatting about how the restaurant was the best throughout kumogakure.
Junko's eyes lowered, his mind flowed else were despite the smell of burning charcoal in front of him with a hungry belly. Images of patients was posted throughout his mind, all in agonizing pain and devastated. Tears flowed through his thoughts. patients crying, discovering the news of their future procedure. A young girl without legs wanting to play at the playground and walk as her parents did. The young girl Saddened at the fact that she had to be constantly pushed in a wheelchair.
With a sigh, The waitress soon arrived. She held a huge platter holding a series of food ranging from pork, chicken, and ribs. She soon placed several pieces of meat upon the grill, filling the area with mouth watering deliciousness.
"Here you go, your side order of rice will be coming soon."
"Thank you." Junko said with a nod. "In due time." Junko thought patting his stomach. Tonight was a big night for the restaurant. being their 50th anniversary, everything was half off and people was steadily rushing in.
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[WC:837]
[R&D]
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