At first the dark world was just that. He couldn't seem to feel anything anymore. And that itself was odd. His memories seemed so vague. As if he couldn't put his thoughts in order. He felt, weak. Like his strength was ebbing away. Where was he? What was he doing here? For some reason he couldn't think straight. He didn't like that feeling much. Dislike. It was an emotion. Something to hold onto. But it lacked much passion. Family. No he had abandoned them. He was alone now, wasn't he? Along with dislike the feeling of family sunk with him. Deeper into the darkness. Rage. It was glowing strong. He reached for it and clung to it. It was powerful and held him afloat. It was a driving emotion to him. He clawed his way onto it with teeth grit. He would not fade here. It was then that he snapped back ton consciousness. The searing sensation of a blade against his open wound snapping into him like all of the pain he had ever known had found him and demanded he not die. He had been unconscious from the shock of the wounds. His mouth opened wide though his eyes remained dark. A scream of pain echoed from him. Yes the pain meant life. But he was still feeling it.

He almost passed out again. But then he heard a familiar voice. He clenched his teeth yet again and his head swung as if too look around. Only to remember he was blind. Rapidly he assessed the amount of damage on himself. He couldn't feel his lower leg or one of his arms entirely. It was then that he felt Daraku working on him. It had to be Daraku. He was the only one able to help that Tsuyo had brought. But something was wrong. It felt panicked. Quickly Tsuyo reached out and grabbed Daraku by the arm and gasped for air. Unclenching his teeth. His grip was firm as he spoke. But his words little above a struggling whisper. He needed to convey the message though. He would not die here. But he would not live a cripple either.

'Th..The limbs.....B...Between us...We...We can re...re....attach them while the wound.....is fresh....Get them....push them into place...and ....reconnect the tissue and....the bone....Do it now!"

Daraku worked hurriedly on the wounds along with his water clone, and the bleeding was beginning to stop. There was no doubt that Kajiya would survive this, but adjusting to a life with one leg and one arm would be a difficult, to say the very least. The victim breathed out a few words, gasping for air and in clear pain as he spoke. "Th..The limbs.....B...Between us...We...We can re...re....attach them while the wound.....is fresh....Get them....push them into place...and ....reconnect the tissue and....the bone....Do it now!" Daraku left the clone to continue healing while he surveyed the area in search of the aforementioned limbs. It didn't take long to find them but they were certainly not in the shape to be reattached. Deeply shredded tissue, exposed muscle and bone, blood everywhere around them. The bones were severed in a jagged, uneven pattern, making reattachment even less of an option. Trying to put the limbs back into place would only prove to be a futile waste of time and a higher risk of infection, if anything. Daraku turned back to Kajiya, speaking softly so he was understandable.

"The limbs, they're not fit to be reattached. They're past the line of reparation, really; obliterated. Look, I'm very sorry, but I'm doing the best I can, and the bleeding has nearly stopped. We still need to get you to a hospital, though, as there's a high chance of infection and I have no jutsu to prevent or help in such a case." He made a horse hand seal, and the water clone reverted to its true form, collapsing into a puddle that sunk into the dirt beneath them. "Just stay calm, I'm going to pick you up and take you to the Kirigakure Hospital. I'll do my best to keep you comfortable, the hospital isn't too far from here anyhow." He said as he reached down and hoisted the man up over his shoulder. He made a once over of both Kajiya and himself to ensure they had everything that they needed, and he checked each of his swords were in their respective scabbards before glancing over to the other Aoi Bara member who had saved them.

"I've got to take him to a hospital so he can get proper treatment by a medical squad...take care of Syekren for me, he's probably really shaken up. And get his eye back from the girl's corpse, if it's still in good condition. I'll see you around, I suppose. Until next time." And with that, he dashed away, carrying Kajiya on his person. His sights were set on the village in the distance...

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[OOC: I'm not sure if Gerald is even around to post for himself, but regardless, don't forget to take Syekren with you when you leave the thread. Just in case.]

OOC: Not trying to skip someone but I wanna post and get on with it, so I can move my story along.

Syekren's right eye closed, the empty socket in his left slowly covering with his eyelids. He looked around slowly, watching the scene unfold around him. He was huffing, from the left eyesocket he was losing blood, he couldn't help but feel woozy. His mind began to race on the many ways he might die or what he could do in this situation. He silently stood, holding his hand over his eye, walking towards the cut up body of his attacker now that she had fallen. Her body was in two pieces, a man being near it doing something, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. The woman was now dead and he could freely sit beside her body, reaching down with his other arm, using his hand to grip and rip pieces of vine and plant from her clothing. He quietly pulled his hand from his eye and began to twist it and tighten it into a bit of a rope, with a thicker partition near the middle. After which he moved the thick part against his left eye socket, tying the rope part behind his head, forming a bit of an eye patch, keeping it tight enough to keep himself from bleeding too much more.

Once this was done he stood, looking around with his right eye, deactivating his two tomoe sharingan. His mind was slowing down and all he could think of was getting away from this place as soon as he could. He saw Matsuro running off in the distance. He quietly began to jog off, his body fatigued badly from the battle and the blood loss. He couldn't see straight as it was and trying to keep up with this guy was going to kill him. He had to get back to the village, and get some medical attention, otherwise he was going to die soon. He ran as fast as he could, with his current wounds and would make it to the hospital soon enough.

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