Along his journey, Kazuhiko had shifted Karurosu into a more gentle position. It was more like bridal style, but the more he looked at the other male's face, he couldn't help the small bit of a sneer that would cross over his features. After all, he had a lot of time to contemplate on his walk back. The weight of the other never necessarily bothered him, so he trotted along like a champion. Now, would Karurosu bring about chaos, or bloodshed in the man? It really depended. Though he was malnourished, so the blood shed would not have been as pleasing as he had hoped. Decaying dogs tended to do that. So, what kind of chaos was he going to brew up in his little shop of horrors? Letting out a small sigh, he would look up at the settling sun. It would reflect just so against his turquoise eyes as he made his way to the gate. It was getting late, and he was feeling still rather sticky from the steam that had been risen in the petrified redwoods. Gross. If he wanted to sit down in a sauna, he would do it naked and around no one else. "Hm," Kazuhiko would muse outloud as he mulled over his thoughts.
"I think I know what I'll do. How I'll fix you up." Like a doll. That was chaos, right? For Karu, it would be utter chaos. Let's just say the Isaki Clansman was a bit screwed where he stood now. Stopping at the entrance of the village, he would look around and give a bit of a sigh. "I have an injured person here. I need to be let in, post haste. My name is Doctor Akiyama Kazuhiko. I have no identification on Joe Ninja here." However, he would stand by his Hippocratic oath. What a good man, eh? Let's just leave him out of the whole spine busting thing, and it would be grand. "Ringadingding~."