||Otogakure Hospital||

[Falorein]

Falorein waited patiently for his new partner to shake his hand, only to have is gesture to be rejected. His face sunk, was it that obvious? He had just met this girl and already she thought him too weird, for even a handshake. What was it about him? The bugs? Or was it all over his face. She didn’t even explain why, well she tried to but he guessed she just couldn’t be honest. Well she seemed nice enough, maybe she just heard the rumours about him or maybe she just was shy like him. That was probably it.

Perking up Falorein decided he would try again, they did have the whole mission together and if she was shy he would try and make a friend. Unless she just thought him a freak, regardless he would try. Due to his new resolution, he really wanted to make a friend; normally he would have remained quiet once she denied the handshake. He was used to rejection, however every time it happened his heart still pang with an inner pain.

Falorein tuned back into the conversation, listening it seemed as if the clerk knew this woman; evidently her name was Kazue. He listened quietly absorbing the knowledge the two were exchanging, his mother always said that every piece of information may one day be useful. Mannerisms and the way people conversed included information, besides he might be able to find something in common between the pair.

"Shall we go?"

Falorein nodded cautiously, trying not to weird or creep his partner any more than he obviously had already done. Watching, he proceeded to follow in a hasty manner, he decided that he would let her lead the way and only could guess where she was going, but he had only ever worked at the pagoda before. He decided to ask the shinobi a question.

“ So you help out here all the time?”

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"So you help out here all the time?"

'You are foolish, helping the sick, the needy! Nothing above the child himself! NOTHING!'

[/i] before - was she knew here? A great amount of willpower was exerted to prevent herself from staring after the fair maiden's retreat.

Oh. Right. The question.[/ul]

"What? Huh?"

"Oh. I um... yeah I work here." A pause, in which she pushed her glasses up her nose. "Sorry about that I uh... migraines." Another one of the usual excuses.

"Ah! Good! My temporary assistants! Here, I need these moved! Three doors down!"

"There are meant to be two of you!" He exclaimed, moving back. "Two assistants! I'm sorry to lose Amaya for the day - pretty girl - but you'll do just fine. Still, two; where is the second?"

Three doors down.[/justify][/font]

[|Ayame Unbound|]

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[Umehara]

It appeared that the establishment was quite busy as I sat and watched the various patrons go about their day. As if looking from the outside in, I was able to see human interaction at its most awkward of moments. Regardless, I was a ghost, less corporeal to those much too busy to even nod or glance my way as they passed. The matter was irrelevant to me - I preferred solitude over a thin attention span. My right hand elevated to meet my countenance once more, the pads of my fingertips reminding me through touch that the Curse Seal was there. I was still feeling a certain invigoration, the small chakra enhancements and physical increases forging a new type of endurance within me.

I wondered how she fared.

Without much thought to the matter, I allowed my right hand to fall perfectly parallel to the floor. The left hand cupped over it, I began to channel a small amount of chakra through my system with nothing more than a few handseals and light concentration. Half-slated orbs met the crystal rose that I had forged from my imagination, such intricate design a result of my observational abilities. Delicately, I grasped it by its circumference and placed it along a window mantle. Small traces of light bounced off of it, the brilliance of the scarlet gem falling inanimate. I was doing all that I could to keep my mind from tearing down the walls that pushed me to the memories of the Curse Seal....or even the memories of who I was.

Or perhaps...who I am.

The struggle was taxing. I leaned forward and placed my elbows just shy of my knees, my fingers intertwining so that I might rest my chin along it. With a mind void of thought and a heart refusing to be acknowledged, I merely closed my eyes and drifted along a sea of endless nothing.

[Falorein]

Falorein stared, for a brief second at Kazue’s reaction to the question; it wasn't a difficult it one. As he waited, he realized change in the female. Her face contorted, she raised her hand to her face almost seemingly in pain. She held onto some of her composure, trying to shrug off the pain altogether. Maybe she was embarrassed? No something seemed to weigh on her mind; so far she seemed to delay in her speech. At first he thought maybe she was shy, but a looking into it more he realized something must be getting to the female. Besides the migraine. He studied her a moment longer as she strode off down the hallway, he couldn't put the finger on what seemed different about the female. But for some reason that look on her face seemed familiar and her reaction seemed to trouble him deep down; what more was going on down here? The youth needed to know, but he didn't understand why.

He gazed after for only a few seconds more before realizing she was gone, he panicked and ran after her. Sprinting almost he continued down to where she headed and in moments he found himself skidding into the room, only to see Kazue ducking out and an eccentric doctor hovering over a patient.
He walked nervously to the doctor; with a grunt the youth would speak “I’m here sir.”

He waited a second before the doctor responded “There you are I've been waiting for you.” The doctor exclaimed rather loudly for a hospital, it seemed energy almost exploded form the practitioner. “Where have you been? Never mind hold this.”

Falorein quickly leapt to the doctor’s side and quickly held the bag of clear liquid; he couldn’t tell what it was. Regardless it was being attached to something and his job was to hold it. The youth thought they might have someone willing to part knowledge as well, but clearly today was going to be a busy day; he sighed. A moment passed and before he knew it the doctor told him to attach the bag to the stand. Falorein proceeded to follow the doctor around the patient, as he began testing limbs and again the doctor beckoned and ask him to hold a clipboard and some various metallic items. He waited patiently as he felt more and more like a desk or maybe a small coffee table, rather than an assistant.

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[/b] He assaulted her, clasping his hands together and seeming to examine her face as he stepped in very close to receive her answer.[/ul]

"Uh, yeah..." She confirmed, glancing even at the little boy in an attempt to evade his stare.

"Good!"

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Kazue was confused. "That's above your clearance level." She could not help but point out.

[/b] He said with a flourish, and went off to pester the Falorein boy some more.

There was a small desk with the more paperwork-oriented apparatus in the corner, so Kazue shrugged and made her way over to that, disregarding the issue. She sat down and took out a pen, which she had no intention of relinquishing - the Otogakure hospital had an odd tendency to have to frequently restock itself in pens, coincidentally - and busied herself with the appropriate documentation, taking her time about it.[/ul]

She had no reason to give the Doctor cause to impose further tasks upon her.[/justify][/font]

[The Doctor]

The Doctor watched as she somewhat laid onto the bed. This was the best he would get, and he would take it. He stood up, shoulders back, with a tall posture before giving an upper bow. "Thank you," he commented quickly with a warm crooked smile as he continued to bow.

Straightening up he walked over to the other side of the table once again and pushed it through the door. He turned right, away from the waiting room and went straight toward the designated Operation Room.

He would yell from time to time to ensure no one would bump into the table or his patient. He wanted to make sure she was safe, and he knew she would resent him if she actually got hurt on the way there. When they reached the proper destination he was greeted by two Assistants. They bowed in respect as he swing the table carefully next to the operating table.

"I will need 2 prep tables, one for each hand located on both sides of the operating Table," he quickly ordered as the two scurried to get the items. "Make sure each table has plenty of gauze, plastic bags, and 2 sterile weck blade and goulian knives. 1 for each table," he whispered to one of the assistants making sure it was not audible towards the older Doctor as he did not want to trouble her with his procedure.

They nodded in response.

"Oh, I will also need any medication used for burns in the Herbal department."

The two assistants looked at each other for a moment and then back at the Doctor. "I'm sorry sir," they whispered to him. "We do not have any of those," they whispered once again.

He just stood there staring at the two assistants. His head lowered. "Excuse me, did I just hear correctly?" he whispered once again. "What do you mean," he stopped briefly and turned towards his patient. "Excuse me we will start momentarily," he quickly commented with a false smile. "That there is none," he demanded trying not to raise his voice.

"We're sorry Doctor but no one has prepared any for quite some time."

He answered with a sigh. "Forget it, this will just become a more difficult process." He turned towards her patient. "Okay so we will transport you to the table, and then we will begin. What I will be doing is putting you into a deep sleep. We will also be hooking you up on mild sedatives so you will not feel a thing," he spoke to her calmly, and low for her to pay attention. He waited for a response.

"Do not worry. You will be able to use your hands. I will not allow you to lose movement in them. You can trust me on that." he continued before nodding towards the two assistants.

They both would walk over towards her. One stood at the far end of the surgery table, while the other stood next to Kogaku at her table. The one near Kogaku reached an arm under the knee, and the other on the mid back. "Please lift your arms up so we do not hit them." she responded and waited. If she did so the Assistant would pick her up and slide her to the operating table, where the other assistant would meet her with her own arms and both would lower her calmly onto the table. From there the Assistant that was nearest Kogaku before the move would take the table away.

Back to the Doctor he was found in the back washing his hands. He took a surgical apron and placed it over his head, and allowed the assistant to tie the back. The other Assistant who replaced the table came by and applied the gloves onto him. After the first assistant tied the apron back she applied the face mask over his face. "Thank you nurses," he responded in kind before moving back to Kogaku.

Behind the operating table was the sleeping gas. He turned it on and moved the mask over to her face. "I want you to take in slow, deep breathes, and begin to count backwards from 100."

[|Ayame Unbound|]

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[Umehara]

Standing, I began my journey to the exit. The small crystal piece I'd created was left on the desk with the nursing assistants. "I'll be back." With that, I pushed my way out and into Otogakure's streets once more.

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[The Doctor]

(OOC Kind of a small post but I really didn't want to describe as much as possible in this procedure. Not finished yet however but I'll wait for another post to appear in this Hospital thread (doesn't matter who it is) before I make another post. Ayame don't post yet You're still out.)

And so the Surgery Begins...

The patient was hooked up to a heart monitor. One of the assistants marked her heart beats before, and after she passed out and waited a couple more minutes before giving a nod towards the Doctor.

"The patient is ready," she commented quietly.

"Stool," he said as one of the nurses scooted a stool in front of the patient's left arm. The Doctor sat down and closed his eyes for a brief moment. He took in a deep breath before reaching for the goulian knife. The Doctor looked up at one of the Assistants. "How's the patient with the medications,"

"She's under, and will be feeling no pain," the assistant commented as she monitored on the patient's vital signs.

"Good," he replied as he took the left hand of the patient. "I really wish we had herbal medicine for these burns. It would have helped greatly," he commented with a sigh.

Taking a close look, he took the goulian knife and began to wipe any excess damage that can easily be wiped using the back end of the knife as it was thin, and straight. An Assistant brought a bowl of clean water and placed it next to him as he dipped the handle inside before wiping it on a towel. He took the goulian knife in firm grip and began to glide it across the first finger "pealing" the skin from the fingers as if pealing a potato.

He placed the dead skin in a sterile dish. Before moving onto the next finger he took hold and wrapped the first finger in epinephrine soaked gauze to help with the bleeding, and to ensure that the wound would not become infected. Little by little the Doctor continued to do this with each individual digit before moving to the palm, and the top of the hand. From time to time he would take epinephrine soaked gauze and apply direct pressure to help with the bleeding and once again to ensure no infection would come about from the wound.

As the Doctor finished he then sprayed the whole hand with Thrombin, a disinfectant agent before wrapping the whole hand in a plastic type of sheet called Telfa to help with the bleeding. From there he wrapped the outer layer with epinephrine bandages carefully before placing the hand back down onto the tray.

"What is the patient's vital signs?" he asked the assistant.

"Holding and strong." she commented before the Doctor slowly stood up with his hands up in the air. He quickly walked over to the other hand and continued the same procedure with the patient's right hand. Cutting the outer layer of flesh and wrapping it in epinephrine bandages.

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[♫ AZUR ♫]

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Shosen no Jutsu (Healing Hands Technique)
Rank: [D,] C, B, A, S
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: The user heals injuries that repairs physical damage.
Special: ---
Drawback: certain injuries may be impossible to cure or may take a long time to cure. The amount of chakra used is proportional to the injury required to be healed.
Description: The user gathers chakra into their hands, creating a bright green glow around them. The user then forces the healing chakra into the body of the patient, healing physical damage. This technique requires three movements to heal a minor injury and six movements to heal a major injury, minus one for every rank in this technique above D the user possesses, to a minimum of one. Starting at B rank, the user is able to heal critical injuries with this technique. Healing a critical injury requires sixteen movements, minus one movement for every rank above B the user possesses. Remove one movement from this process for every difficulty rank above D the user possesses.
Limit: Must be a medic, must know Gantai no Jutsu.

//Enter

The young Azur had been quite dormant with his training as of late. The young shinobi, although bright yet antisocial, knew he needed to do at least something. Knowing he had an aptitude for medical ninjutsu the young shinobi decided that he would train at the hospital. Skating around through the town the little autistic child had with him: his violin within it's case upon his back, Flame regalia upon his feet and a B ranked Mateki on his belt. He couldn't use the mateki but he liked music, as the child skated on his way to the hospital the young child wasn't on a particularly autistic day which allowed him to focus a bit more rationally and act a bit more normal. As he skated passed the academy he over heard a skirmish leaving one of the younger children injured and bleeding.

Turning and leaping over the fence the young ninja in his typical attire with his headband around his right arm Azur skidded to a halt seeing the amount of children. Once the mass receded, Azur slowly crept out seeing the five year old child on the floor. Looking at the bleeding Azur crouched down slowly and would gently reach out his hand to try cover the wound. I try to help. I can use Medic Jutsu Azur would focus on his hand as his chakra began to flow, the flow branched from point to point like a tree until it would begin to gather in his hand. At first a gentle thrum could be heard as the chakra gathered in the quantity needed, the chakra's quantity caused a second effect other than the low and quiet thrumming noise. A small glow began to emit around the right hand of the young shinobi.

Reaching out with his right hand and placing the light flow of chakra over the wound, the white typical blue glow of chakra did little to stop the bleeding or close the wound. Letting out a sigh Azur though about what he should do, with his hand still over the child's leg where the injury had occurred, Azur's focus settled on the cells. He remembered reading something about it when he done first aid and with this little focus the blue aura began to emanate small green wisps of chakra that entered into the wound. As the chakra flowed into the would he began to feel the gentle trickle of blood slow up and the small cell walls of the pricked capillary starting to heal. Of course compared to a medical master this jutsu went incredibly slow and one of the teachers came out to see what was going on.

The little child stopped crying and tilted it's head at what Azur was doing but the teacher, whom had formerly been Azur's, already knew what was happening and let Azur carry on. Trying to relate what the jutsu was doing to something he already had experience with was difficult as this was his first proper medical ninjutsu... other than the bandage of course... and the musical healing. That was when it struck him, he could already heal with that but due to the crowd of people originally around the injured child he hadn't thought of it. Thinking back to how the jutsu felt when he performed it, Azur pushed more chakra into the wound. The blue glow around his hands no longer contained but a few random wisps of green healing chakra but had a small ring of it and this would speed up the healing. The blood completely stopped but the broken skin and cells with scratches were still evident.

Closing his eyes and picturing how he had used the healing with the musical jutsu had helped him as his chakra began to move instinctively. The glow around the childs hand would begin to lose the typical blue aura of chakra gaining the green healing colouration associated with the typical healing hands technique. Now about 66%of the aura was in the green healing hands and the minor scrapes and bumps on the child's leg were all healed with no more pain. Gettign up and hugging Azur it would run off to the teacher who would also thank him before leading the child back in. Azur rasied an eyebrow looking at his hand, going to the hospital would help him finish so without the time for a second thought he set off.

Arriving at the hospital didn't take much time but the amount of people there struck Azur and his social awkwardness took over once more. Slowly creeping up to the receptionist Azur would ask if there was anywhere he could try to help, explaining he didn't have too much medical experience but wanted to learn some more he was taken to the minor injury ward. In the minor injury ward he met a doctor and after 15 minutes of talking the doctor talking at Azur, he felt comfortable enough to follow him around and attempt to help. Arriving at the first patient the doctor sparked up a bright green glow on his hands and would place it over the wound as Azur watched. In a matter of moments the injured civilian would leave and they moved to the next one.

Azur walked up to the man, this one was his to try to heal and the doctor explained about Azur being a genin who wanted to train some medical ninjutsu under his eye. The civilian agreed to let him and Azur got to work. Focusing his chakra to his hand, Azur would take several moments to get enough to cause the glow and light thrumming noise that took the doctor maybe less than a second to do, the glow held a 75% green glow with the rest being blue and typical chakra. The doctor watched as Azur placed his hand directly over the wound letting his chakra seep into the man's left arm. His chakra began stimulating the cells within to start repairing themselves and duplicating to replace those too gravely injured. With his eyes closed and focusing his chakra the cloud began to glow a bright green as the blue coloured chakra began to fade out leaving just a solid green glow.

Opening his eyes when he felt his chakra recede back into him Azur noticed that his hand was glowing pure green before it faded out. Looking to the doctor to see a smile of congratulations he looked at the patient to see the minor wound completely healed.... although it took several moments longer than the trained doctor. Looking up at the NPC doctor he raised an eyebrow as if to say what do we do next and how can I help.

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ooc - Not my best but I wrote it at 12-2 am after I returned from my holiday XD

[Umehara]

Learned.

[Falorein]

Falorein watched as the doctor pestered the Kazue girl, requesting her to sign some sheets and clear some patients or something. To be honest he wasn't paying any attention, still holding the various items the youth began to stare at the patient on the bed, by the general jest of the conversation he was leaving quite soon and only had something minor. But what struck him as odd was why so much money and time would be wasted when medical shinobi could help people heal so much easier. Was there a lack of skilled shinobi? Or was it more that there abilities were more combat based?


Even so why were there no chakra using doctors? So much more could be done with chakra users, or at least more of them. He pondered this completely ignoring the exchange between Kazu and the doctor, as she sat on the desk and the Doctor came over to talk to the genin a thought popped into his head.


“ Hey Kazue you’re a medical Ninja right? How come there aren’t more of them? I mean should the hospital be full of them? It would be easier to help people with chakra user’s right?”

The doctor paused, a look of amusement registered across his face and he nearly responded but decided to allow Kazue to answer. But not before making a comment “Well girl? Answer the boy and once you have. Falorein I have something to show you.” Falorein nodded and let his gaze stare at the doctor as he walked over to the bed in the room, hovering over vitals waiting for the youth to receive his answer so he could help with the task at hand.

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Kazue had finished signing off the patient ages ago.

None of which ever really worked.

'Ooh, remember her, Kazue, strutting down the hall, such a beautiful thing - bulging at her outfit she was, you remember! YOU REMEMBER!'

Well, now she did.

'The child is curious. He looks to you.'

[/i] room for those thoughts. Falorein asked his question, harmless in itself, but it still stung a bit at the woman; why was it that everyone seemed to assume she was a Medical Shinobi? Her eyes averted to dance briefly about the floor as she stewed this accusation. Sure, she held some rudimentary knowledge of Medical Ninjutsu - working under her mother, how could she not? - but she was nothing special, nothing helpful, and certainly not as Piper had described her.

A 'master'. How utterly ludicrous.[/ul]

"I'm not a Medical Shinobi." She retorted, feeling judging eyes on her and looking between them all with growing irritation. Why had this child ruined her equilibrium?

'Fucking hell.'

"And... uh... as for the... question I... Medical Shinobi are usually reserved for more immediately life-threatening matters, and combat wounds, not simple illness. And there aren't all that many, you know. It takes a lot of skill to... become an... offic-... yeah."

"Oh! Girl! Paperwork to your left. Hurry up, I thought you would have taken the initiative and done it already!"

"Fuck me." She muttered.[/justify][/font]

[Falorein]

"I'm not a Medical Shinobi."

She wasn’t a Medical Shinobi? What exactly did she mean by that, she was a genin and had medical knowledge. Did she know medical Jutsu? Maybe she couldn’t meld chakra. That would have to be it; I mean she wouldn’t be here if she didn’t enjoy helping people. But then again some people weren’t built like he was; he enjoyed medicine for many reasons but mostly because once he saw relief and the power joy had over people when he helped them. Falorein couldn’t understand, even if she had no chakra ability she could still call herself a medical shinobi. He had nursing skills and was a genin, so that was that. But the way she said, it was almost if she didn’t want to be classified as medical shinobi?

"And... uh... as for the... question I... Medical Shinobi are usually reserved for more immediately life-threatening matters, and combat wounds, not simple illness. And there aren't all that many, you know. It takes a lot of skill to... become an... offic-... yeah."

He nodded it seemed a legitimate answer, but still he couldn’t seem to get over the way she almost refused to be named medical shinobi. His blood boiled a little not with hate; but with a fiery passion he loved being called a medical shinboi. It was something he was passionate about. As the doctor hushed her away, than beckoned for Falorein to follow him. The genin decided to say something to Kazue, before continuing to help aide the doctor.

“You know being a medical Shinobi, is something to proud of. They are the strongest of all Shinobi; most don’t see it that way. But I guarantee you it take more dedication, to be patient. More strength to be the last man standing and more concentration to make sure everyone lives through the day. Trust me it’s not so bad to walk away knowing these things and being able to say you are a medical Shinobi of the sound.”


With a sombre look, the youth turned sharply and walked over to the bed, the doctor was presiding over. On the bed was a child, he wasn’t laying but rather sitting. His leg had been broken, he was on his final day after surgery, and the doctor was performing some minor check-ups before being released. Falorein looked over the chart as the doctor began showing him about various, citation and the meaning and uses of certain abbreviation’s and what looked good on paper and what didn’t. Next the youth would watch carefully as the doctor began examining various aspects of the leg, he would slightly touch here and there and observe the ligaments continuing around the injury. After a few moments he would be satisfied and nod the okay, Falorein stared curiously at the methods used by the doctor.

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"Fuck off."

'GORGEOUS -'

Like this little fuck.

'- BREEEEEEEAAAAASTS!'

[/i], she was one, yes, but who gave a fuck about technicality? Technically, she should probably be in a mental hospital, or at least frequently visiting a psychiatrist for her problems, but all that trifle had been proven to be of very little value years past.[/ul]

"I don't care if people live or die. I don't like healing people. I don't care what the village calls me, I'm lazy, and irresponsible, and what most people would call a psycho." She muttered to herself, in what she was hoped was a voice too quiet for anyone to hear.

[/i] She thought to herself, and heard Suolucidir giggle. At that precise moment, Doctor Hanyo looked up to her, breaking away entirely from what he was doing in an instant. "Are you finished?!" He demanded energetically. Startled, Kazue went back to work, having diminished the slips to about a quarter of their original, relatively blank number.[/ul][/justify][/font]

[Falorein]

"Fuck off."

Falorein winced at the use of swear words, he couldn't help it. It had been ingrained in him his whole life, yet the phrase had always been the same. It wasn’t really new to him, just more or less every time it stung him just a bit. He wondered why he couldn't feel numb to it, why unlike most he had seen it still affected him. Yet he refused to allow another person to get to him, this lady confused him. She seemed reluctant yet angry and sometimes an odd look would emerge on her face, it was only slight; but still.

He shrugged it off, it wasn’t his place. I mean he himself was an odd person; he didn’t really have any friends except a legion of bugs. Not to mention he couldn’t remember a whole chunk of his life, last time he was in the vicinity he could remember helping in building this place. But he didn’t remember finishing it or even getting far into the process. He just couldn’t remember, and then it goes black for a long while, why? He didn’t really know.

The doctor continued to do whatever he was doing, showing Falorein something. The genin however was half learning and still pondering about his partner for the day. The boy had undergone his inspection and it seemed to be going well, Falorein was going over the citation he had just been introduced to. It was simple enough, or so he thought. The doctor finally finished up and turned to speak to the mother for a moment and as Falorein was relieved, the idle child would hear something ever so quiet yet it would echo within his ears.

"I don't care if people live or die. I don't like healing people. I don't care what the village calls me, I'm lazy, and irresponsible, and what most people would call a psycho."

Pyscho…. That last word rang in his ear and suddenly he felt queasy, it was an odd sensation like a sickness yet at the same time like awareness. He felt a pang in his head, which turned into tightness, he couldn’t explain it. His mind felt hollow, yet his head felt tight. An abrupt and momentary spot of dizziness hit the youth and he could only stand there with a bizarre look. He could hear the doctor speak, but couldn’t make out what he was saying to Kazue obviously. His bugs now began to shuffle nervously, as he felt this feeling. Within in moments it was gone again, he felt a familiarity with that feeling like a distant memory.

As Falorein began to focus the doctor murmured something about helping the mother out of the hospital, with that the doctor left the room.
Once the doctor left, Falorein couldn’t help but be moved by those words. She honestly thought of herself like that. It was a sad thing, but at the same time he couldn’t help but wonder what exactly was wrong with her? As this thought hit the forefront of his mind, Falorein felt something else. This was what it like was to judge someone and condemn them for who they were.

Pale faced and still recovering from that odd feeling, the child walked over to Kazue and would attempt to place his hand on her shoulder and say something to her in a quiet and controlled voice

“Your not a Pyscho, maybe just a little misunderstood?”

He finished the last part of the sentence letting it sound more like a question then a statement.

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'WORTHLESS SPECIMEN, WRITING PETTY WORDS. WHAT USE ARE THEY TO YOU?'

'None.' Sullenly.

'YOU ARE PATHETIC.'

'Yup.'

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'IMPUDENT CHILD; TASTE THE WRATH OF THAT WHICH YOU DOUBT!'

"I am a psycho, Falorein."

"And just to tell you how much of one I am, I'm surprised I didn't molest you just now."

"I still could, if you want..."

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[Falorein]

As he placed his hand on the females shoulder, the youths eyes widened in shock ; he couldn’t believe what was happening. Kazue had grasped his hand pulling it up above his head, as he strained abt, he felt completely helpless. The other hand was now in her grip, losing balance he slipped back a little bit relying completely on the hold she now maintained on him, without it he would have fallen to the ground. His faces redden as she drew closer to him, with a murderous look in her eyes. He felt the heat rise as his now scarlet face froze in complete shock and a little awe at the situation before him. As her face drew close, she would speak her lips brushing against his face as she spoke

"I am a psycho, Falorein."

As the words fell from the females lips, he started to perspire, his face now as bright as humanly possible. He had never had anyone come this close to him; he didn’t know how to react. Not to mention a girl normally they ran at the sight of his insects, but she didn’t care. Was she really a pyscho? He didn’t know how to react, so he just stared with his limbs frozen completely helpless in the teenager’s power. His breath got faster and shorter, than as he let the moment pass. He sensed a movement under his cloak the insects were responding, they shuddered a bit and began to become restless sensing some emotionally change in their host.

"And just to tell you how much of one I am, I'm surprised I didn't molest you just now."

He still couldn’t move, the child had registered what she was saying, but had no strength to react nor in any position to do so. He was still scared and shocked at the emotional changes that this female could experience in a matter of minutes.

"I still could, if you want..."

Falorein finally stuttered a string of inconceivable noises, they were a number of emotions trying to formulate into some cohesive sentence. But rather just came as immature grunts, groans and and some minute other noises. Still in shock the female let go and the youth feel backwards, slipping, his cloak flew up into the air and he landed on the ground with a thud and at once his insects flew up into the air. Not a huge amount but a noticeable amount flew up in the air and various cockroaches scuttled away trying to find a refuge while their home was exposed.

Now on the ground, the youth stared up at the female with his cloak now covering his body once more. His face a vibrant scarlet the youth could only mutter one phrase

“J-j-Just a lil- misunder.”

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'Holy shit, what the fuck are you doing?'

"J-j-Just a lil- misunderstood."

[/i]. Her body just needed release, and there was nothing here that facilitated that - only, it was bad at listening.

Briefly, she seemed safe from the scuttling insects, and as such she could take pause. She evened her breathing forcefully, bringing relative equilibrium back to her mind. A gulp was taken; words begged their turn.[/ul]

"I... I'm sorry, Fal."

[/i] feel sorry, and did not just speak out of obligation. "I'm fucked up." She added, somewhat unnecessarily, not even noting the coarse use of language she was abusing in a public place, and around small children.

The Doctor appeared, striding in to break up their dialogue in the corner. He glanced curiously over Kazue first, but then turned down to Falorein and pointed. "You! BUGS! Those are a no-no!" He chided, but he did not seem all that angry. "Keep those under control while you're here, yes?" He added with a wink, tapping his nose. "Wouldn't want our lovely patrons disturbed." He grinned backward at them all, managing to convince none.

He turned back to Kazue. "Now! Hop off that desk, girl, and come and assist me instead. Leave the boy a moment."

Sighing, Kazue obliged, sliding off her perch and onto the ground, giving Falorein one last, rather bland glance before following in the Doctor's footsteps.[/ul]

"Oh. And what was your name?"

"Kazue."

"A good name for you, girl."

"About the only thing."[/justify][/font]