Bend me, shape me, any way you want me [Private; Kazuhiko]

[Inuzuka Junko]

[legend="That isn’t meant to bend that way!"]

It had been one of those days in Junkos life. Things were just going her way and for no apparent reason other than she was young and full of spirit! Of course when a person finds themselves in such a situation they milk it for everything it is worth because the next time might be far away. Junkos version of milking it would in fact be to just push her limits during her usual daily routine which included but was not restricted to two hours of boxing training, shadowing, heavy bag, speed bag, rope changed from day to day. After that it would be light cardio through and around the village as she did chores that always needed to be done and then finally finished of the day with at least one marathon in the countryside, all whilst wearing weights equal to her carrying eighty of herself on her limbs.

It had been a while though since she had really practiced with her most dangerous and forbidden of techniques. The eight inner gates. She’d get far outside of the village before even attempting anything and she knew the perfect place, a canyon that was near the border to one country or another. One gate at a time she would test her upper limits, sprinting back and forth between the ends of the canyon, generic stuff anyone playing around would do, including putting her fists through the canyon walls like they were made of rice paper. With this method she made it all the way up to the fifth gate, the gate that was recorded as her record since she was fully aware of how much damage it could build onto her body, but what had she been training for all these years? Deciding quickly and probably foolishly, she’d open up the sixth gate with ease that came as a shock to even her, as she did it a funnel of green chakra columned up into the sky, piercing the clouds and it could probably be seen for miles around. “Holy shit!” The girl would call out as she began to move, testing out the power she’d unlocked. “This is fucking amazing! It feels like I’m flying when I move even a little.” She was clearly excited at the raw power her body was creating and got perhaps a little over zealous and where earlier she was controlling her punches as she pounded on the canyon wall, she didn’t excessive that restraint this time which was a mistake. Her punch was impressive no doubt, leaving a hole with a radius of two feet in a perfect circle as if it had been cut professionally, but that’s where it got troublesome. Seeing this perfect hole made her want to do it more and she would go ahead doing just that, pounding the walls of the canyon and creating rumbles in the earth that could likely be felt throughout the country. Before she even knew what was happening, the entire thing began to collapse down around her ears and whilst she was fast enough to avoid being crushed and killed, she didn’t escape unscathed and it would be a long, painful journey back to the village.

It was late afternoon when she came in through the gates, she’d give the person on duty a look that just told them to not even say a word and continued into the village. Her red jacket and pants had been torn rather badly down mostly the left side, revealing a lot of skin which drew a lot of glances. The reason though was not simply because she looked good, all down her side was coated in still dripping crimson blood, leaving a small trail as she walked. The wounds started upon her face, she’d not been able to open up her left eye since it happened and her face was cut up in some places. Her left arm remained limp at her side and it a person were to look closely they might see that it was bent a good half a dozen inches below where her elbow was and finally her leg, cut up to her and complete with a pretty heavy limp. The girl would ignore everything and beeline for the clinic, she’d been injured before but only once was it ever as bad as this. “Genin exam…” She mutters quietly to herself over and over as she relived those horrific, painful memories.

She pushed open the doors to the clinic with her one movable arm and glanced around with her one good, but slightly blood blurred eye and came straight in. “I need a surgeon and a lot of blood…” She said dejectedly. “And some water, gravel and blood do not taste good.” She’d joke and try for a smile only to wince a little at a cut on her lip.

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[Haruka]

Re: Bend me, shape me, any way you want me [Private; Kazuhik

Turquoise eyes would scan over a clipboard that he had been reading over for the past five minutes. Another person coming in whom had tripped and fallen, only to have fallen right on their arm or twist their ankle. . . Ah, civilians. It was silly to see their plight and how they struggled with day to day activities. Pursing his lips just slightly, his face would soon straighten out once more. Sprain. It was nothing more than a sprain and it was something that one of the Genin Medical Ninja could handle. His hand would dart out, pen held between his long fingers as he grabbed one of the passerby Mednin. "Arisa can handle this one. Please, find her and give her this. Let her know that it is a simple sprain in the left ankle. Left. Ankle. Don't let her try and heal the wrong one again." The boy whom had stopped would nod his head at the command, hugging the clipboard to his chest. Soon, the boy was out of sight to find the instructed person to care for the patient. It had been a long day, to say the very least. There'd been people in and out of this area so damn much, and he was not entirely sure as to why. Had there been some kind of event going on in the shinobi world today? It made the male simply just shake his head from side to side. It wouldn't be helped, though. The little mutters in the hallway came from people talking about an earthquake that shook the country side of the earthen village. Well, such talk was not too farfetched in the slightest. However, why people could not handle themselves in the face of such a common event was more than beyond him. More and more as he looked at it, it was like these people were children that needed to be preened and taken care of. . . despite a good amount of them more than likely being older than himself physically. However, when you saw as much as he had, it aged you. Significantly.

And his desire for each and every one of their crimson life force to stain the walls of this hospital was slowly becoming beyond him. Thankfully, he exercised a good amount of control in the face of what excited him the most. Releasing a small breath from his lips, he'd turn his body and the slight clank of his sword held within it's sheath would sound. His eyes would lock on the door as his ears would pick up on. . . something. His nose would catch on first. The scent of blood. . . His eyes would soon narrow a bit, but he'd stand up straight and tall, acting aloof as though he was not expecting anything here. After all, there were eyes always upon him. That was never anything that was fun. Everyone anticipated his movements and what he would do next. It was the curse of leadership in a place that was decaying and falling to ruin. The doors would be pushed open, as he knew was coming, and he would scuff a foot against the ground as he locked his gaze upon Junko. Clearly battered and bruised, broken in the very sense that she stood. What had happened to this woman? Making jokes as if to play off the pain. It was always an interesting sight to behold. Shifting now, he'd move and begin to pace over to where the woman stood. His hand would reach out and he would grab a hold of a gurney now and pull it along with him. With ease, he'd move the mobile bed closer to her and he would point towards it. "Lay, now. I need to get to work if we want to keep you conscious." He'd state now, and one of the various workers of the clinic would come up to Junko, forcing a emesis basin and a cup of luke warm water into her hands. The worker would quickly dash away, attempting to keep their wits about them.

"Do you need me to help you up?" Kazuhiko would ask now, pulling a pair of gloves from the pocket of his coat. He'd begin pulling them on. "And what happened to you?" He could ask name and other cool stuff like that later. He needed to get an idea of what happened to her to know how he needed to proceed.<i></i>

 

[Inuzuka Junko]

Re: Bend me, shape me, any way you want me [Private; Kazuhik

[legend="That isn’t meant to bend that way!"]

Junko had since come to a halt in the lobby of the building, the dripping on her vital essence now creating a neat little puddle at her feet, it was a miracle she hadn’t bled out in all fairness but she was built of better stuff than that. In no time flat a young looking man came toward her, grabbing a gurney as he did so and bringing it to her. He looked younger than she’d have really expected of a doctor but she wasn’t in a position to really comment or complain about a possible lack of experience. She couldn’t even see correctly and for all she knew this wasn’t what he really looked like, be nice if it was however she’d think to herself. A younger male came and handed her some water and a bowl, which she motioned for hit to place on the gurney since she only had one working arm, before scurrying off like a frightened child, mighty strange. She would take a mouthful off the warm liquid and gently swill it around in her mouth, being careful not to aggravate the cuts on her face and after a moment she would spit the water, now with a pink hue, into the bowl and she’d sigh softly, relieved somewhat. The doctor would offer to help her in laying herself down before asking her exactly what had happened, also made a comment about her fainting which she felt witty enough to remark on as she slowly turn herself around so she could hop up onto the bed having move the pan and water away. “If I was going to lose consciousness, it woulda been at about the third pint.” She’d grimace as she attempted a smile, she was sat on the bed but there was no way she could lift her left leg up onto the bed. “I wouldn’t mind a hand with the leg, I can’t tell if it’s broken or not but it fucking hurts.” She would take hold of her left arm and attempt to lay down as her left leg was aided onto the bed.

As she lay looking up at the ceiling of the clinic her mind once again drifted back to the night of her Genin exam all those years ago. Back then she fainted long before reaching the building and in fact remained unconscious for a good few days as she recalled, it was testament to how much stronger she had become, in a weird way… to her anyway. “I was… acting like an idiot, training without thinking about what I was doing…” She’d say sadly, aware of just how stupid she was, she let the rush of power get to her and she knew it. “I created a rock slide without noticing… by the time I realised, I could only save my right side before the entire fucking cliff came tumbling… if I wasn’t in it, I bet it woulda looked cool…” She’d explain whilst trying not to give away too much about why or how she managed such a feat. She’d turn her head and look up at the doctor with a much more worried look than she had previously shown, she had hoped that she was just over thinking it and worrying to much but, she needed to voice her concern. “I ermm… my eye it… Do you think it’s possible to save it? I don’t… I don’t want to lose my sight…” The tone of genuine sadness resonated in her voice and she swallowed hard to drag back her tears, the thought of losing an eye was just to much for her, any body part really but where bones and muscles were mendable, an eyeball that’d been crushed by a good several dozen tons of stone.

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[Haruka]

Re: Bend me, shape me, any way you want me [Private; Kazuhik

Naturally, he knew that there was no way to really track how much blood one had really lost in such a manner that she had claimed. Though, it was certain that she had lost about enough. She was more than likely expending some of her chakra or something along those lines to even keep herself in motion. Taking the water and the now bloodied water away from where she was going to lay, he'd place them off in a separate area that looked more like a washing station. He'd be almost instantaneously back at her side, helping her with her injured leg up onto the bed now. "No reason to try and sit here and justify that you're tough to me, Miss." Feminist? Maybe, but that didn't necessarily matter. After all, he was in his own field that was dominated by women mainly. Pacing over to the end of the bed, he would grab onto the handles there and wheel her to a more private area where gawking eyes would not be able to pry into her business. As he wheeled her, his feet would do their own thing while his eyes would trail over her injured body. Limbs? Bones. Bones were always salvageable. However, when a person destroyed flesh and muscle, it was harder to fine tune. Even if he got the essence of her eye to congeal back into the form it was meant to be in, she would still probably never regain sight within it. The eye had far too many muscles, nerves, and flesh in them. That was why he always, always recommended protecting the eyes over all else. Letting out a small sigh, he would stop in a room that was incredibly white and sterile looking. Quickly, he'd rummage his way through the cabinets now and grab onto saline package. Grabbing onto an I.V. pole, he'd hang the bag from it. "Unfortunately, with the limited amounts of technology that we have here. . . I do not see any way that I will be able to salvage your eye." He'd comment quietly, obviously bothered by this revelation.

"Luckily, you won't be losing your life. And your eye can always be replaced by another if you can find a matching donor." He'd state, helping her get the I.V. set up in her arm. He'd follow up by gathering the slightest bits of blood to test her blood type to match the transfusion to. "Before I can hook you up to the transfusion, I have to set your bones and get your skin sutured back up. After that, I will get you pain killer and the blood." He'd state as he tested the blood type. Going back over to her injured side, he would grab onto a wad of gauze and hand it over to her. "Bite down onto this." He'd command, waiting for her to follow those demands. Now came the hard part. It was always complicated to keep from looking like he enjoyed the pain inflicted upon others. He reveled in it, loved it, and this was simply just. . . enticing and exciting to him. She was a bloodstained gem, someone to spare him from the mediocrity of this day to day shit. He loved patients like this who got themselves into the deepest shit they possibly could. It was a true test to his humanity. "Remember to breathe, or you'll pass out." To her injured leg first, his hands would glow a faint purple coloration as he grabbed onto the bones there, digging his fingers in deep to get a good grip. With a good and steady motion, he would set the bones back into place where ever they would have fragmented. He could feel the adrenaline begin to thunder through his veins now, and he'd swallow harshly. He knew he shouldn't have become this excited or engrossed, but he was. There was no denial in that. He wouldn't let the emotion reach his facial features though. He would follow up by infusing his chakra into her flesh and bone, a warm sensation would trickle up along her leg as the skin would begin to repair under the touch. Next, he would move over, doing the same to her arm to bring it back to it's original composition. He'd do a quick once over for any other injuries before prying himself from over her. He would do more, but he just needed her skin to be strong enough to contain the replacement blood.

"Are you still with me?" He'd ask, clearing his throat a bit to remove the ALMOST husky tone that would taint his voice. Peering down towards the blood type test, he would nod his head. Pacing over to the refrigerated cabinet in the room, he would look inside for the blood that she would need. And then his eyes would widen a bit. "Shit," he would hiss under his breath. There wasn't much donation in this god damn village going on. So that meant they were short on supplies, and he knew that by looking at her skin and how cold she was that she was running herself ragged. So, that just meant that he would need to give back to someone who gave him enough for the day. Grabbing the proper tubing and needles, he would sit down beside her and carefully place the needle into her uninjured arm, and hook it up to a pretty archaic looking machine, and then rather than hooking up a bag, he would sit down beside her and let out another low hiss as he pressed a needle into his jugular vein. He was a universal donor, so it only seemed natural that he gave himself back to his patients if they truly needed it. The machine would pull the blood away from him, and filter over to her. After all, he could bleed himself dry and still keep going. There was no way something like this would ever kill him thankfully enough.

"The machine will filter out any bad stuff in my blood and feed it to you. Luckily for you, my body produces everything at an alarming rate." He'd murmur. "Once we're done with the transfusion, I will do something about your eye socket."<i></i>

 

[Inuzuka Junko]

Re: Bend me, shape me, any way you want me [Private; Kazuhik

[legend="That isn’t meant to bend that way!"]

Telling Junko not to act tough was like asking a fire to stop being hot, it was her default state of being. She had an unnaturally high threshold for pain and wasn’t squeamish in the slightest which always helped. She wouldn’t comment on this fact to the doctor however, she wasn’t about to start correcting the man who was going to be fixing her up and probably had the power to do some nasty stuff to her insides so she’d lay back and look up at the ceiling for the most part, thinking about how reckless she had been and what it had cost her, an eye… “What good am I as a Taijutsu specialist if I only have one eye…” She’d mutter to herself as she was wheeled into an empty room with medical machines and the liked dotted about. Once in the room with the door closed the doctor would confirm her biggest fear, her eye was indeed beyond saving, she already figured that on her own but didn’t want to believe it, hearing it from him though just made the reality sink in and she felt like slapping herself around a little and were she not in the presence of a doctor she just might have. He did however state that a transplant of a new, working eyeball was indeed possible if a donor could be found, though she wasn’t too savvy on the logistics of it all. “I know blood types mater and stuff for transplants but, do eyes really need to from a specific kind of blood type or something? I mean… Couldn’t I just go pluck them from some random asshole and bring them to you?” She’d say monotone and serious, then recalled something she had talked about with a young student not to long ago. “Would it even be possible to… I dunno… replace both my eyes, even the working one?” She wouldn’t say it unless he asked, but the eyes she was specifically referring to were the eyes of a Hyuuga, something she’d thought about in the past but never really thought possible but, now with a missing eye, surely this was the chance she needed?

The time had come for the procedure to begin, the man would offer the redhead something to bite down on, explaining that he was going to set her bones. She would take it into her mouth and made a displeased face, it tasted like disinfectant, nasty. She almost immediately spat it out in protest of the awful taste. “I can deal with the pain doc, but that taste is disgusting…” She’d complain, turning her head a little to try lick the taste off of her tongue against her shoulder, it might be bloody and dusty, but that taste was preferable. To deal with the pain she would instead close her eye and take in a deep, calm breath and as the bone was snapped back into place, she would exhale and grunt uncomfortably She did that for each bone being reset, but the sensation of her muscles and skin being put back together was really weird, especially on the inner part of her thigh, it felt almost as is she was peeing herself with the warm, tingling sensation. His question about the state of her consciousness brought her out of her thoughts soon enough though. “Man, Usually I don’t even need a doctor after I over-strain myself… Can’t tell you how many times I’ve torn a muscle or fractured a bone and been able to shrug it off… Today I just went too far, I wanted to push my limits… the sixth gate it… I just lost myself to it and went balls to the wall…” She’d comment as he was patching up her skin and the likes, she felt a lot less pain than before and was happy for it, though the reality of her current limits still played on her mind, one day she was going to need to go further and probably not through choice, being this weak pissed her off to no end.

The Doctors anguish at the lack of donated blood took her by surprise, she’d never really thought about the probability of their not being anything to match her type, assuming the clinic would just have anything she needed. His actions after the fact startled her more so though, he sat down near the bed, having not got a blood bag to transfuse into her, he opted to instead transfer his own blood across through the use of some strange machine, it was a little jarring to say the least but he knew what he was doing, right? “You know… I usually like to at least get the name of the guy pumping his liquids into my body.” She’d joke with a cheeky smile, she appreciated that he’d go so far for a patient and even more so since she was that patient. “Yeah, I assume I’m gonna be wearing an eye patch for at least a couple of weeks, till I find a donor… willing or not.” She’d muse. The numbness in her body was starting to subside as the blood started to work its way into her system and she’d lay her head back comfortably, letting it do what it needed to. “The names Junko by the way. Inuzuka Junko. I wouldn’t be surprised if we started to meet like this more often.” She’d say with a slight grin, at least she realized what an idiot she was, she knew she was gonna use the sixth gate again as soon as she could and expected somewhat similar results, minus the bone snapping hopefully, but the blood, skin and muscles? Totally.

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[Haruka]

Re: Bend me, shape me, any way you want me [Private; Kazuhik


A very, very valid question would pop up between them. How did anyone actually go about and function without something that they needed to land hits? Sure, one could rely on their sense of sound and other such things, but nothing ever replaced the eyes unless you were incredibly special. It was always something he had a small urge to explore, but never felt truly compelled into doing so. "You'll be fine," he stated quite bluntly, watching her as she spoke. He would lean forward to place his elbows against his knees while still flexing his fist in and out to keep the bloodflow steady. His carmine eyes would close for a moment as he mulled over his specific actions. . . it was always his intention to have the enemy's blood find his mouth somehow, but with patients he always gave them a part of himself. Actually, he thought he was doing this method correctly. After all, it was one thing to be a mindless killer, but when you made deep rooted connections, it was always harsher on the receiving end to find that those connections were falsified. Only when he heard the comment about his liquids and other such things did he really snap back into the current reality, and a single laugh would pass his lips now. "I'm sorry, I tend to stray away from formalities when someone comes in half destroyed from pushing themselves." He'd state, an amused smile playing on his lips. "Akiyama Kazuhiko. The only good Medical Ninja here in Stone," a bold statement, "And Inuzuka Junko, you bring me whatever body part that you need to, and I won't ask any questions. Do your research on what you need. I'll do the surgery for you. Take however long you want to look like a pirate-- which I'm going to assume you don't want to do for long-- and I'll be here." It was his version of a promise to the young woman laying there in the gurney. After all, he owed her for not being able to save one of the most precious parts of her body.

Perhaps there needed to be a course in the Academy dedicated to cherishing one's eyes. Hell, he would even teach it himself if not to scare the shit into some kids and teach them some type of passion for their lives. "How are you feeling, Junko?" He'd ask her, pushing himself up to a slow stand to tower over her bedside. He was careful to guide his arm correctly to keep from getting any kinks in the line as he watched her. "Is that eye giving you grief? I can work like this if you need me to." He'd reach over and attempt to take a hold of her wrist to catch her pulse, counting it out in his head.

"Oh, and since you're going to be a pirate, should I go ahead and get you a parrot? I'm sure I can find one somewhere..." This was his version of trying to make a troubling situation light. If he got a nice slap for that, he wouldn't mind. He had it acomin'.<i></i>

 

[Inuzuka Junko]

Re: Bend me, shape me, any way you want me [Private; Kazuhik

[legend="That isn’t meant to bend that way!"]

Junko couldn’t help but chuckle, the one factor she thought would be a problem in her eye transplant would be finding a doctor willing to preform something most would deem illegal and yet here he was, offering to do it as if it was no big thing. She was pretty much forced into finding an eye now to replace the injured one, almost as if it was all planned out this way but that wasn’t the case, simply a series of unfortunate events coming to a positive conclusion, things always seems darkest just before the light, that’s something people say right? “Luckily looking like a pirate won’t affect my work too much. Still a concern though so I’ll need to find a suitable donor soon… perhaps I’ll pay the prison a visit…” She’d say with a slightly sinister grin, it may be messed up but she revelled in torturing those guilty of crimes, nothing less than they deserved in her eye.

The question of how she was feeling took her a few moments to even comprehend a response; she did feel a lot better but, things would obviously take some time. “Well I mean… I still feel disoriented, my vision currently being what it is. Pain is gone for the most part, just a few aches here and there but I expected at least that much but the eye is bothering me a little. Sooner you can fix it up to a stable state the better I think. I really don’t enjoy this lack of vision though; it’s more painful than the actual injuries were.” She didn’t realise it herself but she was in fact taking a bigger hit psychologically from the loss, she’d not a stranger to pain and injuries so those are easily brushed off but an actual loss actually hit home pretty hard whether she realised it or not.

She’d pout at his joke and give him a look of “Really?” but then just smiled after a few moment and shrugged gently. “Was never a big fan of birds, they’re more of a cat thing… I don’t like cats…” She’d say matter of factly. “Something about being raised as an Inuzuka’ll do that to ya.” She’d laugh, it was kind of Cliché but even though she never shared the bloodline of her parents, she did inherit the trait of disliking cats that most dogs possess. “Do you get people in here like me often? Or is it more broken nails and scraped knees that you have to deal with?” She’d ask poking fun at some of the more fragile shinobi in the village, might be a little egotistical on her part, but she was justified to a certain extent.

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[Haruka]

Re: Bend me, shape me, any way you want me [Private; Kazuhik


Ah, well. It was a good thing that she would be able to take this all in stride. It was always a shame to see someone who held a decent amount of strength have a potential falling out when it came to their emotions or mental status. Hell, he was even sitting here shoving his cruel little jokes in her face and she hardly flinched. That was alright in his books. Someone commendable. As she mentioned the prison bit. . . he couldn't help but respond to that with an odd, crooked grin. "Paying the prison a visit? Bring me the entire person and I'll make sure nothing gets damaged in your brand new implement." He'd murmur, his carmine eyes taking a side glance towards her. "I'll make sure that whomever you find will not be able to speak a word of your little exchange again," now, that was a simply sinister and bone chilling promise that came from the towering man's mouth. If he could benefit with a game of cat and mouse with this little prisoner... Oh, he'd love it. He could feel his heart skip the smallest of beats at the thought of having someone running away for fear of their life now. Then when he inevitably caught up, he would extract that eye of the prisoner's in a room filled with mirrors so that he could see every last pain staking moment of the surgery. His eyes would close then for a moment and he would reach up to pinch at the bridge of his nose, appearing to clear his mind of whatever spell he had come under now. A breath would expel from his lips as he stood over her.

Lifting his hand, he would carefully remove the line that he placed into her arm for the transfusion. Then, he would reach over to grab a cotton ball and a piece of tape. Placing the cotton ball against the puncture hole, he would tape it down."There, now let's get a saline and pain killer drip going so you can feel nice and relaxed." Painkiller was hardly a luxury that he allotted to people, but he felt that with the extent of her facial injury and judging by how close it was to her brain, he might as well. "No birds, no cats. Alright, I understand that." He'd comment, a small smile playing on his lips now as he moved to remove the line from his own arm to drop it into a hazardous waste material disposal, along with her line. Grabbing a bag of saline, a new intravenous line, and a syringe filled with pain killers, he would walk over and place the two items onto the side table and grab a drip pole. Hanging the bag up with care, pulling any kinks in the line out. He would walk over to the sink and carefully wash his hands and dry them, then he'd pull on a pair of gloves. "You know, I deal with everyone. The civilians and the shinobi. It's mainly people getting sick or scraping their knees." He'd comment as he wandered back to her side, taking a hold of her hand. He would trace over the vein there before swabbing it down with an alcohol pad, then he would place the I.V. line in. "You're a breath of fresh air in a dull place, I dare say, Miss Junko." He'd murmur, now attaching the saline line to the I.V. He would then uncap the syringe and inject the pain killer into the line.

"So do you like dogs? I think I'd be more of a dog person myself." He'd state a bit off handed as he began to walk through the room and grab the supplies here needed to get to work on your eye. "Just tell me when the medicine kicks in for you and you feel nice and ready for me to get to work. I won't start until you're comfortable."

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[Inuzuka Junko]

Re: Bend me, shape me, any way you want me [Private; Kazuhik

[legend="That isn’t meant to bend that way!"]

Junko would smile at the offer, she probably couldn’t get a prisoner out and bring them to the doctor but there was nothing to be said about getting him in there to a prisoner. “Well, that’s certainly an idea, though I don’t believe there are any Hyuuga currently imprisoned. There are some rumours though of a group of people selling off those with special bloodlines so, I’ll have to check that out.” It was something she’d been planning on, recently some ANBU had captured a member of a human trafficking gang and Junko had been planning to pay him a visit at some point to milk information from him. She’d feel far more relaxed as the drip was hooked up, it always felt odd when you could feel it spreading through your body but not in a bad way at least. “I must say, this is the first time a doctor has been so… happy to have me in their presence. I mostly get scolded for being overzealous. How do they expect me to be a better shinobi if I don’t push myself though?” She’d gently shake her head from side to side. “There are sacrifices that people must make, mine is my body and I need to put it through hell to attain perfection.” Her dedication to her work and her training was obvious to anyone who spent even five minutes in a conversation with the girl, but that she would go so far to do so often worried people and with good cause, look at her right now.

She would smile briefly as she thought back to the little she recalled of Konoha. “I was born into the Inuzuka clan, I was meant to be a pure bred so, I was raised around dogs for the first seven or so years of my life. By some miracle though, I did not inherit the bloodline and myself and my mother were cast out from our home and we ended up here… goodness, I blathering aren’t I?” She’d ask the doctor with a laugh. “Not many people know I was originally from Konoha, my mother too. I hold no love for the village though… not after what they did to us… yeah, I think the pain killers kicking in now…” She’d say with a silly grin on her lips. Her mind was getting all fuzzy now and the aches and tinges of pain were being numbed away, almost like being drunk but minus the jovial atmosphere but honestly, she was enjoying the current company more than enough to replace that. “You know… whilst we’re here, I think there is one more thing you could do for me, there is something inside me… a gift I received from the second Daimyos ghost.” She’d say as she giggled, a little high evidently. “There’s a small… pebble thing… inside me somewhere that is giving me access to the Kyoujouran bloodline… I need it out before I get those eyes so… maybe you can do that?” Kazuhiko would be only the second person to learn of how Junko attained the bloodline so randomly, her mother being the other. The pebble as she called it was in fact the shriveled heart of the Daimyo but she was so young at the time she hadn't noticed when she ingested it and the thing.

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[Haruka]

Re: Bend me, shape me, any way you want me [Private; Kazuhik



Ah, so there were no Hyuuga prisoned? It was a good thing that he wasn't going to question where she got her supplies from, after all. No, no. Leave that to the ANBU. They were the supposed policing force of this village, and therefore... They had to be the ones to worry about the upholdings of any bullshit laws. In Kazuhiko's mind, it was going to be every man for himself when things such as body parts were at stake. After all, there was nothing quite like stealing someone's limbs or something along those lines. It was just something that people never really came back from. He would have to suppress a small laugh from passing between his lips. It would be so much better for him to not laugh here in the clinic. He could forsee some massive butthurt in the future if someone thought that he was gaining amusement from cutting out the destroyed micromuscles of the woman's eye. Rather, she was very amusing herself. He could admit to enjoying this woman's company, unlike many other people in this God forsaken country. "Selling, stealing, whatever. Do what you have to. I am only here to implement the body part for you, not to police you. Leave that to other people." A small snort would leave his nose as he set up the room, making sure everything remained clean and sterilized. "And don't you know? The other doctors in this village are mentally handicapped." He'd state very bluntly. "When I say that I'm the best, I'm not bluffing. Everyone else manages to intermingle their personal lives with their work and it turns into a ball busting fest." He'd comment, tapping a finger against her forehead just lightly. "Besides, I would rather occupy myself with my patients and their happiness rather than trying to advance my own happiness. I can do that at night. I swear some of these fuckers are only here to fuck around and be dickheads." Of course, it would make sense that he didn't sleep much. And that he did not hold anyone other than himself highly. He was just that kind of person, after all. "I believe in putting yourself through hell to advance. That's what I did, and now I can fight and fight without flinching. I could go on for days, I think." Honestly, he felt like he could. His endurance was insane, after all. NOT THAT KIND OF ENDURANCE, YOU PERVERT.

Hmf.

As she began to reveal her history to him, he'd offer a small smile now. It seemed that whatever inhibitions that may have been in the way before would be melted away by the painkiller. Thankfully for her, he wasn't one of those people who were concerned with sticking his dick into anything that he came across. Though he could say that with such a beauty on his operating table, he couldn't help a stray thought from invading his mind. After all, he was human. And she was wearing some rather tattered clothing from her incident. As she began to reveal further things to him, he would pause as he stood over here. ". . . Pebble thing?" He'd ask, curiosity lacing his voice as he looked down towards her. "Where is it? I'm sure I could do that for you."<i></i>

 

[Inuzuka Junko]

Re: Bend me, shape me, any way you want me [Private; Kazuhik

[legend="That isn’t meant to bend that way!"]
The drugged up girl would chuckle as her doctor went off on a rant about the other medical personnel of the hospital. She’d truly never had an issue with them but then again this was only the second time she’d been quite so seriously injured and even then the incidents are years apart. “I’ll be sure to request you whenever I happen to get myself hurt.” She’d say with a smile and out of place blush on her cheeks that she herself didn’t notice. She would continue to listen to the man as he spoke, offering the odd giggle or titter as her body decided to place one. “I believe we’d make an interesting team.” Junko would announce somewhat suddenly. “I could easily match your stamina on the field, after all how many shinobi would walk home looking like I did when I got here?” She was known for action on passion rather than thinking things through but she was also no liar, she truly believed she was up to the task of matching stamina of this man even though she knew basically nothing of him. Confidence in her training was always something she retained even at the worst of times.

The red headed patient would take her more movable hand and place it over her abs, stroking them softly and smearing the blood and dirt around. “I… I’m pretty sure it’s in my stomach because he had me eat it to attain the powers of his clan.” She would continue to trace her fingers over her slick abs, drawing them through the contours in the muscles and even teasing her belly button a little, giggling as she did so because it felt so… pleasant. “Should be easy for you to get it out, right?” She’d question a little unsure of how simple an operation on her stomach would be. Kazuhiko however, if he agreed to cut her open and take a look inside would be met with a most unusual sight. Attached to the outside of Junkos stomach he would find a heart, three times smaller than a normal one and it’d be made mostly of what seemed to be stone. It didn’t seem to be beating or offering any kind of increased blood flow it simply sat there converting enough of her chakra to have her be considered a Kyoujouran to anyone testing her blood. Removing it would take a few simple cuts and some healing on her stomach walls.

[WC - 412]
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[Haruka]

Re: Bend me, shape me, any way you want me [Private; Kazuhik

The man would lift one of his fingers, tapping it against the flushed cheek of the woman. It seemed that he had flattered her one way or another. Strange, he never necessarily found himself doing that-- or rather, he never noticed that he caught the ear nor eye of another person until lately. After all, he had only just staggered his way into the public eye. It was strange being stuck in the middle of so many people, but surely, he would deal with it. When he paraded around, played the part of the good doctor here, he couldn't help but diss the other doctors. We all had to be honest to ourselves anyways. The village only needed one good doctor, and that would be him. Fuck the rest. "Yes, I wouldn't doubt that we'd make an interesting team. You take more of a pounding than the rest of the people I've seen in here, and I've seen a lot." He would nod his head then. Pushing himself up to a stand, he would grab something to clear away the blood, dirt, and grime on her stomach along with some iodine and a scalpel. He would do as she asked. Besides, it was what the patient wanted, right?

He believed that they could make their own decisions. "I can do the procedure for you. It sounds simple enough, Junko-san." He would look at her carefully, "Let me do that, and then we will clean out your occipital area, okay?" He would offer a gentle smile, pacing over and cleaning away her stomach of any mess. The iodine would be cool as it was spread over her stomach. "I'll numb it up here specifically." Keeping her awake? Well, he just had to push her limits to see if she would be a good match for him out on the field of battle. It was something to considered. Being confronted with one's own guts was something that separated the scared from the brave, and he had seen the manliest of men turn into snivelling piles of goop in front of the face of trouble like that. Wimps. Pulling a syringe from his pocket, he would press it into her flesh after it was all cleaned up, injecting the numbing agent deep within her tissue. "When I do this, you may feel some pressure as I retrieve the object. Just tell me if anything feels too funny, alright?" He would comment, his eyes looking up towards her and then he would take a hold of the scalpel.

With a slightly heavy touch, after making sure the area was numb, he would press the sharp blade down into her flesh, cutting through the muscle and any other tissue that got in the way. His hands would work swiftly as he got through. Blood trickled at the touch, but he dabbed it away with a cotton washcloth attached to his wrist now. He wanted to do minimal cutting to keep away any scarring, as he knew women had a thing against their body scarring from means that they had not inflicted upon themselves. He didn't need her coming back and getting upset for that kind of reason. It would just be plain silly, after all. His head would tilt to the side now as he gazed upon the strange object within the woman's body. It was unlike something he had ever seen before. He almost wanted to see if he could potentially study the object. With the scalpel, he would cut it free of the attachments, being sure to go and heal up after each cut. "There we go. . ." The towering man would murmur lightly as he pulled it from her body, placing it in a surgery basin beside him. His hands would become awash with the glow of his chakra as he healed her stomach back to the way it had been. "Do you wish to see it before I begin the next procedure?" He'd inquire, looking at her carefully to measure and see if there were any distinct changes. She didn't need to die here.<i></i>

 

[Inuzuka Junko]

Re: Bend me, shape me, any way you want me [Private; Kazuhik

[legend="That isn’t meant to bend that way!"]
Junko truly hadn’t envisioned herself as part of a team since her Chuunin exam so long ago, she had lost so much during the exam that any thought of making a team with anyone else made her cringe and is part of the reason why she pushes herself so ridiculously hard, after all if she relies only on herself and not others, she can’t get people injured or killed again. All that said she had lately been contemplating the idea as she had started to put herself out and meet people and the good doctor seemed like he would be the perfect partner for someone with insecurities about getting her team injured or killed. He was handsome too, but she wouldn’t be telling him that, not yet at least.

The girl would close her eye and breath slowly out of her nose as her stomach was cleaned up, she was aware that it was simply to prevent infections when she was cut open, but for some reason or another her body simply felt overly sensitive and was responding to any touch she received. Luckily when she felt the scalpel pressing into her, she didn’t quite get the pleasant sensation which would have had her worried for her sanity. If anything the incision felt really weird, she’d lift her head up to look down toward where Kazuhiko was working. “It… feels weird…” She’d say, unsure if it was normal or not, it didn’t hurt, but the pressure she felt was different than anything she’d quite felt before. “It’s like… a piece of me isn’t there… strange.” She’d say as her head lay back down on the bed.

The next shock to her senses came as the small object inside of her body was expertly cut and removed. For a moment she felt her entire body prickle, emanating from what she figured was her stomach and radiating through her body like a ripple in water. As that feeling subsided she began to feel light headed and dizzy, causing her to take a few deep breaths and then, silence. She opened up her eye, concerned and looked around, seeing that the man was still there so why was it suddenly the room felt different. “I… I feel numb…” She commented as she lifted her hand slowly and placed it upon his arm, feeling to see if he was real, he was and everything felt normal in that respect but something was missing. “I can’t feel anymore, like, I can feel you but only if I touch you…” What she had never actually realised is that the Kyoujouran bloodline had given her the ability since vibrations in the earth, even so far as a leaf hitting the ground and she had honestly thought that was just normal, quite a shock to say the least. The only other physical change would one that perhaps the doctor noticed more so that Junko, her skin seemed to slowly change colour, it was only a small change but it seemed to lose some of its pale whiteness and brown ever so slightly. “Yeah, I’d like to see it… if possible I’d like to keep it. It’s helped me become who I am over the years after all.” She would chuckle, the effects of the loss of her bloodline and the purity returning to her blood had taken more out of her than the injuries she had arrived with. “I feel kinda sleepy, I might fall asleep whilst your cleaning me up.” She said with an exhausted giggle.

[WC - 604]
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[Haruka]

Re: Bend me, shape me, any way you want me [Private; Kazuhik

[ Topic on hold until Junko gets back ]

 

[Inuzuka Junko]

Re: Bend me, shape me, any way you want me [Private; Kazuhik

[Topic Left, obvious reasons. Going to assume Junkos procedure was completed and she went on her merry way~]