Shattering.

[Yoshi [Lynx!]]

WORD COUNT: 560

TAGGED: Solus

TAGGED: LYNX

At first it really hadn't been so bad compared to being out in the wild. There was warmth, there was comfortable, there was food. More or less everything anyone needed to have a respectable living, even if it was in confinement. There had been peace and quiet, room enough to think, to consider what was going to happen, which moves the village really had, and what her fate might be. That was in the beginning...

See, the first couple of weeks, there had been enough to think about. The small whispers and sounds that she recieved from the outside world enough to create a diversity. To bring new things in to consider, new impressions to interpret. Two months in however, there wasn't much remaining to think about. The guards also weren't bothering with any visitors. Isolation had been the verdict from the elders. Isolation until the next Amekage was appointed. Still, the girl was trying to keep her chin up. Being bored wasn't exactly destructive to her. There was still everything she needed, aside from someone to talk to, really...

...When the sixth month had passed, things were looking incredibly different. The girl was hungering for someone to talk to. Was hungering for a decision in regards to her fate. Nothing was ever changing, nothing was ever moving, just constantly the same four walls, with the same useless guards and the same pointless smalltalk. There was nowhere for her to go. There was no way that she could escape. There was no options to be creative or otherwise entertain herself. There were no newspapers, no indication that the Amekage was coming home anytime soon, nothing. All there was for her, was twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, within a concrete box. The sunlight barely even reached far enough in that she could see it... 

Desperate to feel anything, the girl was starting to go crazy. Even the thought of pain was extremely attractive in comparison to feeling nothing. First she had started by punching her hands against the wall. It had resulted in a jolt of pain going through her hand as her index finger broke, pointing in an awkward direction. Closing her eyes and looking towards the ceiling, it was almost like entering a little part of heaven for her. It was almost reaffirming to know that she was still alive, that things could still change... but it wasn't enough. The girl wanted more. Looking to her wrists with glee, a smile errupted onto her lips as she bit deep into her own arm. The pain was pleasure, the pain was a saviour to this empty shell of nothingness. It was delicate and affirming! It confirmed her existance!...

The girl was starting to laugh to herself. Laughing from a happiness that she simply couldn't describe. Once again she slammed the hand against the wall, this time breaking the hand itself bad enough that a fracture of a bone was sticking out the back of her hand. Another new impression. There was blood on the wall. As if in a illogical trance, the girl started painting on the wall. Placing a hand print here, placing one there. On the eastern wall, she started writing; I am Yoshi repeatedly, as if to remind herself of who she was. The other wall was a mess in itself. The couch had been tipped over, and she had been unusually active, yet noone seemed to have noticed. Six months of good behaviour, and practically noone bothered to keep tabs on her constantly.

...Eventually the girl collapsed in the middle of her little prison room. Overjoyed with what she had managed to accomplish. To everyone that had a little bit of sanity remaining, it'd seem as if she had mauled herself, thrown herself against the wall, kicked over furniture and lost god knows how much blood. To her, it was as if she was escaping an invisible hell. There were bite marks on both of her arms, claw marks on her face, cloth ripped and strewn all over the room... It was a brutal sight.

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Creepy, isn't it?

[// One]

Answers had been more and more vague, time passing at a slow pace for the amount of work he was putting towards getting answers. Without a viable Kage yet he still couldn't get a decent response. Months passed since he had seen the girl, and he'd felt guilty for not visiting but without any news to provide her he had found other distractions accidentally. He still didn't have anything to update her on but he knew it was time to at least visit her again and check to see how she was doing.

Kenshin entered the prison and came to a stop outside her quarters, the guards emotionless and still as they stood outside. His approach cautioned them to his intent and they straightened, removing the slouch and coming back to a proper stance. He eyed them for a moment but turned his attention to the door quickly. His chest extended for a minute as breath was drawn inwards, a quick exhale helping to ease his mind. His hand grasped the door handle and he pushed through, entering the room of the young prisoner.

His eyes befell the chaotic interior before he could come to a still, the door clicking behind him quietly as he let it swing closed itself. White eyes scanned the walls and the furniture. The place was a mess, furniture upturned, blood strewn across the interior in splashes and drops. It took a moment but finally his eyes came to rest on the girl, her body motionless in the middle of the room.

"Yoshi?" He questioned, waiting to see if she was wanting company or not. The lack of response caused caution to be thrown to the wind, he approached her body on the ground and examined it briefly. The marks on her body, wrists, face, arms, etc. They all drove him towards the conclusion she was losing it, but not only that, but she needed serious medical attention. He had refused to heal her months ago, asked not to because it reminded her of things. This was too extreme, she had severe blood loss and the unresponsiveness only made him worry more.

He moved her body slowly and gently, giving him better access to the wounded areas. His hands rose to her body and started employing chakra, a medical technique to help heal damage caused to a body. As he spent more and more time healing her abundant wounds, he couldn't help but get more and more aggravated at the guards posted outside. Their incompetence at keeping her from harm, even from herself, made him furious. Their job wasn't solely to keep her locked up, but to care for her as well. The wounds healed slowly. Hopefully she would wake soon, but if not he would employ greater measures to ensure her survival.

Healing Hands (Moderate)
Rank: "B"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: A Healer gains the ability to heal Moderate Wounds within an amount of time.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: When laying the hand upon a living creature, the user channels positive energy that cures Moderate wounds within the amount of time performing a "B" Rank technique in handseals. While curing Moderate wounds this technique brings higher wound levels down by 1 step. Since undead are powered by negative energy, this Jutsu deals damage to them instead of curing their wounds.
Limit: Must be a Medical Doctor. Must know Healing Hands (Light)

[Yoshi [Lynx!]]

WORD COUNT: 560

TAGGED: Solus

TAGGED: LYNX

The pain was dulling away, ever so slowly. Did this mean that her life was coming to an end? Had the girl unintentionally comitted suicide in Amegakure prison after so many months? The suffering had been taking a heavy toll on the girls mind, so perhaps this was for the best. Yet, as she had been expecting to slip further away, it was the opposite that was true. There was something pulling her back to the world of the awake. Blinking a little, the crimson eyes found his. It was Kenshin. The girl recogniced him, both from her past and as one of the few people who had been inside the prison with her over these many past months. It seemed uncertain to her wheter he was actually there, or wheter he was part of her imagination run wild. It had happened multiple times, either while awake or in her dreams. Someone would open the door. Either an ally or an enemy. The amount of times that she had been executed in front of the village with all the citizens booing... 

"...I can't take this anymore.. I've been stuck in prisons for more than a year.. I know nothing of whats going on outside.. These walls smell like blood, they laugh at me!

Holding her hands over her ears, she was rocking her head back and forth, muttering the same sentence over and over, repeatedly. It was as if she wouldn't recognice Kenshin as being real. Calm down, calm down, its not real, its not real. It's isolation. Calm down, calm down, its not real... They won't break me. I won't tell them anything.. I won't tell them.. The girl seemed to know what was happening to her, at least to an extent. The girl seemed to have been fighting the exact same scenario in the dungeons of Yukigakure. If most others had been isolated without much other human contact, they would've broken down completely. Yet it was clear that if too much longer passed, the girl wouldn't be able to recover swiftly. Essentially, what she was going through was mental torture.

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Creepy, isn't it?