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"It's nice to see familiar faces after such attacks," the head nurse said quietly when she saw Sora sitting in the employee break room. The girl was emotionless though as she nodded her head, looking out the window. She had watched the explosion unfold, watched as the buildings were engulfed in flames. She knew people were down there. Maybe some of them were dead already.
"Kyuuketsuki-sempai, there is a patient in the ER that needs medical assistance," a nurse called quietly from the doorway. Slowly, quietly, Sora stood up from her seat and made her way down the quiet corridors. For the sudden onslaught of events, the hospital was quiet, save for one girl that was screaming at the top of her lungs at a young man in a coma. Sora knew what it felt like, to stare hopelessly at somebody who may never open their eyes again. She had felt that way for nearly a year.
"Patient name," Sora said quietly as she pulled a coat over her shoulders and grabbed the clipboard. Multiple lacerations, and shrapnel were imbedded into his back and arms. Then, she turned slightly to another bed, her eyes widening. Aeden. As she continued to turn, she saw the red-head from earlier as well. But she seemed healed, just unconscious. Why was she in the ER, then?
"Kay Otosan," one of the nurses said, nodding in the direction of the white-haired boy. "And-"
"Aeden Nagamo," Sora finished as she began channeling chakra into her hands. "Step aside, please..." She placed her hands on Kay's back, channeling her chakra into the wounds and slowly removing the shards of shrapnel from his back. The pieces were slow in coming out, as they were deeply imbedded into the boy's skin. But when they did come out, they clattered to the floor, staining the white linoleum floors with drops of crimson. Once all of the shrapnel was removed, Sora was channeling more chakra into the boy's skin, fusing the epidermis together to stop the blood from seeping through the wounds. It took a lot longer than she liked, since she was still slightly exhausted from running here from the training facility.
The skin fused nicely, but there were still scars marring the skin. But the boy would live with it. It was the way of the shinobi to bear battle scars. Sora had her own, as well.
After instructing one of the nurses to bandage Kay's chest to keep the skin intact, Sora moved onto Aeden. The man looked weak, vulnerable. Nothing like the man that had threatened to kill Aya a while ago. He had long lacerations across his arms, and there was even more shrapnel in his back than in Kay's. Along with that, after further inspection with the Chijoukei, Sora could tell that the man had nearly exhausted his chakra supply. The girl moved quickly, instruction a needle and thread from one of the nurses bustling passed. Once she had them, she began to stitch the wound, setting up for her secondary healing. The gashes were too deep, and Sora was tired from using as much chakra as she already had. There was no way that she could continue doing this for long. With the lacerations stitched together, Sora used some of her remaining chakra to slowly fuse the skin together again, under the threads. Once she was finished with his arms, she rolled the man onto his back and began to remove the shrapnel. The process took even longer, since there was much more shards, and the floor was littered with sharp objects and spots of blood. The girl was losing stamina and chakra fast, but there were still many more things that needed to be done. She began to coagulate Aeden's blood, stopping much of the bleeding, as best as she could. But even then, there were just some things that couldn't be done. After fusing the skin over the wounds on the man's back, Sora bandaged him up once again before instruction the nurses to give him chakra pills. He needed them. Kay needed them, too.
Exhausted, Sora sat down in a nearby chair and leaned her head against the wall. Her hands were stained with blood that she did not care to wash off, and her coat was stained with small splotches of crimson. Her face had faint traces of blood, as well as dirt. Her hair, once a vibrant lavender, was coated with a thin layer of dust, giving it a gray appearance in the lighting. She looked like she had been through hell and back, yet she had no injuries to show for it. No bodies that she could wave as a trophy. But she didn't care. Two lives were saved, perhaps even three with Aeden's assistance. That was all she was there to do.
Her aquamarine eyes closed, her dark lashes flickering once before closing completely. A nurse would wake her up, or one of the patients would. Aeden wouldn't just leave without telling her what she did wrong or right. Right?

"Respect all, Fear none"

発煙弾=3/3
まきしび= 20/20
しゅりけん= 10/10
鬼しゅりけん= 1/1
軽い爆弾= 2/2
せんぼん= 25/25
ちゃくら: 11/31
手紙の爆弾: 10/10
毒スポイト: 3/3

((Well... since we're all doing dream thingies...))





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It wasn't a darkness, but it was black. The shade that surrounded her, felt almost solid in its fog-like form, swirling and twisting in the currents of the air. For a second, she wondered how she was able to see the darkness that acted like a black dry ice, since there was no light, but she dismissed it, somehow content with the chilly air. She stood in the vast field of darkness, the fog extending upwards into the sky coating everything below, beside, and above her. "Where am I," she asked aloud, turning her head to try and make sense of the fact that there was no direction. She wasn't even sure if she was standing up, maybe she was laying down?

"Who knows," a voice spoke back to her. She turned her head to the voice to see herself looking back at her. The mirror Etsushi looked at her with a cold enough look that it almost seemed as if she could cause ice to grow on anything just by looking at it. Beside her was another Etsushi, eyes hollow and distant; curled up on the floor in her own blood, bruises and lacerations covering most of her body.

"What happened to her," Etsushi asked. The Dark-Etsushi looked at the Injured-Etsushi and frowned, "Her father. He was very abusive. Not a day goes by that he doesn't hurt her. Did you know that her lover just died? He was the only person she ever felt close to. Then he tried to kill her. The Kazekage saved her life though... inadvertidly," Dark-Etsushi answered. Etsushi frowned, "Poor girl," she muttered, reaching out to touch Injured-Etsushi. The girl flinched away, and Etsushi drew back, not wanting to scare the girl.

"Who are you," Etsushi asked the Dark-Etsushi. Dark-Etsushi smiled coldly, "I am you. You're inner darkness. Your personality."

"Then what am I," Etsushi asked. Dark-Etsushi blinked in suprise before chuckling coldly, "You're a mirror Etsushi." Etsushi blinked herself, before crying out in horror as she realized she was surrounded by a frame. Her hands shot out to touch the mirror, but her arms just seemed to dissappear in the space. Then she realized that behind the Dark-Etsushi was her bedroom in the Hyuuga Compound. Dark-Etsushi smiled darker than blackness and reached out, "Good-bye Etsushi," she said before smashing the mirror. The world around Etsushi cracked and disinigrated as Etsushi screamed.

The Hyuuga's eyes shot open. For a second she was still, her eyes never leaving the same spot on the ceiling. Sweat dripped across her brow, her breathing heavy. Then she closed her eyes, reaching out to touch her face, before wincing in the pain of her arms. She looked at them, bandaged up and raw from having been burned twice in one day. Zane...

Etsushi felt her heart clench and she closed her eyes, laying her head back on her pillow. Zane... what did he mean...? She knew she needed to get to Kiri soon. That git LC or LT... or whatever his name was, despite not liking him at all, had answers for Etsushi. As much as she hated to admit it, though, having known Zane for only a short time, she knew next to nothing about him. There were a few problems; one, Kiri wasn't known to like Suna nin. The ninja of Sand were most known for being insane and blood-thirsty (a feat she helped accomplish and write in history); but Kiri-nin were known to be power hungry and fiercly loyal to their cause, which made them incredibly irriational. She scowled, touching her eyes gently with her hand. Being a Hyuuga- not to mention the Hyuuga leader- marked her instantly. Her eyes would get in the way. Then there was the fact that she was injured. Should she be attacked, she'd almost certainly wind up dead or worse.

"Let's hope Luo trained some compitent shinobi that actually know how to respect people," Etsushi muttered to herself. She knew of only a few ways to stop them in their tracks and insure Kay and herself's safety, be she hoped to not pull out that card. If she used it once, she might not be able to use it again. The red head sat up, wincing in the movements and moved towards the hospital doors, ignoring the nurses that told her to get back in bed. She stopped and looked at Aeden, before smiling slightly at him amd continuing on her way. It was the only way she knew how to say thank you. He had saved her life. The Jounin continued on towards the training facility. She needed Jade and Kay for this.

~exit~

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No pleasure
No expression
Just and illusion of what should have been
but wasn't...

((Agh... I can't believe I have to do this))

With the arrival of the courier, Sora looked up quietly and sighed. Time to go to the training facility...

Using all of his ninja brilliance, Dr. Lothar had finally thought of a foolproof way to get into the Sunagakure Kage Tower: A false mustache. "Finally, I'm gonna be able to get into the Kazekage's famed sake stash, nothing can stop me now!" The man thought to himself (though in actuality, the thought came from a combination of himself and the second margarita pitcher he had drank to cool himself off). The black false mustache completely clashing with his silver hair and alcohol-stained doctor's coat, Dr. Lothar strolled into the hospital like he owned it, completely unaware of his surroundings. "Good day, madam," He said to the receptionist, trying to act like an official, "I am from the land of wind's liquid specialists division, and I am here to inspect the Kazekage's sake collection. No need to check with her, she knows to expect me." The receptionist simply stared at him blankly, wondering if the man was serious before simply saying "Sir, this is the hospital."

Dr. Lothar stayed frozen in the spot, his smiling expression locked on his face, but his mind moving in a flurry of panic, thinking very fast for someone who had drank so much alcohol. "Erm...Ahh...Yes! Aha! I bet I fooled you now, didn't I!" He said, ripping his false mustache off his face. Ignoring the urge to scream in pain, the doctor simply continued. "Yes, that was a test to see if you, ah, could tell if I belonged here or not! But fear not, for I am Doctor Lo- erm, ah...Dr. Loktar, here for my first day on the job!" He exclaimed, pounding his fist on the desk as he finished. The receptionist continued to stare at him blankly, before finally sighing and going back to her files, muttering something about the crazy ones working on her shift.

As she looked away, Doctor Lothar slumped into one of the waiting seats, pulling out a bottle of Captain Morgan, and drinking generously. How the heck was he supposed to get to the sake now! Even worse, how was he gonna get out of having to work here in Suna! He hated the heat, even though it gave him a good excuse to make margaritas, and his stash was still under his secret tile in the Kirigakure hospital. The doctor groaned, allowing the captain to work his magic for now.

(I know that the mustache isn't there. Just pretend.)