1 A Place of Healing, Where Worlds Collide [Private][Plot][Shimada][No Kill] Tue Jan 17, 2017 10:47 pm
Nayoko
D-rank
Nayoko hated hospitals. He hated everything about them. The smell of antiseptic that lingered on everything in the entire building, the sterile taste that hung in the air and caused his mouth to go dry, and the bright, ever-shining lights that seemed to follow him silently like a crowd. But all of those things grew strangely dim in comparison to the memories that always resurfaced when he so much as looked at the building. His mother had sat in this very building for weeks on end all those years ago. He had visited with his father and sister, and at that time it had been a place of hope. It was a place that had people with the ability to save his mother. Nayoko had believed that with all of his heart, but it was all for naught. All of his belief, all of his hope and faith, it had been rewarded by his mother’s death. It was for that reason that Nayoko only ever came here when necessity dictated it, and the injury he had sustained just a little while earlier seemed to be necessity’s most prominent dictation yet.
Nayoko, through years of training and growth, had come to terms with his mother’s death. He knew that being angry at the world and not moving on would do nothing for her, so he had moved on. Nayoko had grieved as long as he needed to, and was now living to be the man that would make his mother proud. And yet, as he walked toward the front doors of the building, his friend Shimada by his side, he could not help but feel the slightest inkling of despair creeping into his thoughts. He stopped for a moment, standing still outside of the hospital, the place of healing that he had come to know only as a place of death. He shuddered a little bit before looking up at Shimada, the weak smile on his lips trying desperately to hide the sorrow building behind his eyes. “Sorry Hattori-chan, this isn't my favorite place in the world. My mother…she,” he choked back his next words carefully before continuing calmly, “she passed away in this very building many years ago. Being here just brings back some memories is all.” His smile strengthened slightly, “But I guess we shouldn't hang around. Let’s head on in.”
He pulled the door open and allowed Shimada to step through first before following her in. The soft echo of their footsteps striking the perfectly white floors sent a shiver down Nayoko’s spine. He placed his hand on Shimada’s shoulder gently and ventured a glance into the rubies that acted as her eyes; they were exhausted. “I’m going to go check in, and see if I can get this treated quickly. Thanks for coming with me! If you want to stick around feel free, but I can’t help but notice that you seem really tired. Maybe you should see someone too?” With that, he walked up to the counter in opes of getting help soon, the pain from the slash across his chest was beginning to flair up again.
WC:546
Nayoko, through years of training and growth, had come to terms with his mother’s death. He knew that being angry at the world and not moving on would do nothing for her, so he had moved on. Nayoko had grieved as long as he needed to, and was now living to be the man that would make his mother proud. And yet, as he walked toward the front doors of the building, his friend Shimada by his side, he could not help but feel the slightest inkling of despair creeping into his thoughts. He stopped for a moment, standing still outside of the hospital, the place of healing that he had come to know only as a place of death. He shuddered a little bit before looking up at Shimada, the weak smile on his lips trying desperately to hide the sorrow building behind his eyes. “Sorry Hattori-chan, this isn't my favorite place in the world. My mother…she,” he choked back his next words carefully before continuing calmly, “she passed away in this very building many years ago. Being here just brings back some memories is all.” His smile strengthened slightly, “But I guess we shouldn't hang around. Let’s head on in.”
He pulled the door open and allowed Shimada to step through first before following her in. The soft echo of their footsteps striking the perfectly white floors sent a shiver down Nayoko’s spine. He placed his hand on Shimada’s shoulder gently and ventured a glance into the rubies that acted as her eyes; they were exhausted. “I’m going to go check in, and see if I can get this treated quickly. Thanks for coming with me! If you want to stick around feel free, but I can’t help but notice that you seem really tired. Maybe you should see someone too?” With that, he walked up to the counter in opes of getting help soon, the pain from the slash across his chest was beginning to flair up again.
WC:546
Last edited by Nayoko Nozara on Sat Jan 21, 2017 4:00 pm; edited 1 time in total (Reason for editing : Added Plot Tag)