1 A Day to Recover [Private | Teru | No Kill] Mon May 29, 2017 6:42 pm
Nayoko
D-rank
“Come on Teru, we’re almost there.” His words were said between deep breaths to the young woman whom he was carrying on his back, piggy back style. Though, his words were more for his own comfort and reassurance than for Teru, considering that at that moment she was unconscious. Glancing back at her as Nayoko jumped from rooftop to rooftop, he grimaced at the sight. The gash on the side of her head was bleeding quite a bit, and though Nayoko was no medical ninja, he knew that at the very least a wound that size was not good for somebody to leave untreated. Gritting his teeth he turned back to the way ahead, inside the walls of Kirigakure no Sato. He had forgone the streets below for the uncrowded rooftops of the village, hoping that perhaps somebody on patrol would take more notice of them up here and offer to help the duo. It had not been long since Nayoko and Teru had left the Temple Ruins outside of the village proper, having been betrayed by a fellow shinobi that had asked them to meet him there.
“Burittsu…” Nayoko mumbled trough his still clenched jaw. He had known that the man was ruthless and possible unstable, but to attack two of his allies to more or less prove a point…well he had gone too far for Nayoko then. Moments before he had attacked, the young Hattori had said that he would not hunt him down despite him going rogue, and that if he ever came by the Village Hidden in the Leaves, that he would help him frond shelter. Well, those promises became null when he decided to turn on his kindness and repay it with an attack. It was clear that he planned to turn the world upside down, and if that meant that Nayoko would have to stop him, then so be it.
“Hey, you there! Halt!” Nayoko turned to see he was being followed by a kunoichi who had spotted his hasty movement across the rooftops and had come to investigate. She had short back hair and was wearing a cloak bearing the symbol of the Village Hidden in the Mists. Not slowing down at all Nayoko called out over his shoulder to the young woman. “No can do ma’am. I’m a shinobi from Konoha, and this one on my back is one of yours. She’s hurt pretty bad. Go ahead to the hospital and make sure someone is ready to take her in.” The woman’s mouth hung open for a woman, as if she was debating whether or not she should reply, but after catching a glimpse of Teru’s busted open head, her jaw slammed shut before she nodded and rushed off ahead of the young Hattori.
As he watched her leave, Nayoko followed her trajectory to where he remembered the hospital being located. He could not help but chuckle and shake his head as the mad this way toward the structure, as the irony of the situation was not lost on him. The first time he had met the unconscious woman on his back had been not very long ago when he had been searching for their very destination on his own. She had been kind enough to step out of the crowd and show him the way to the Kirigakure General Hospital, which he had been looking for in case his personal business in the Land of Water led to him needing medical attention. Now, it seemed those tables had been turned as he carried Teru to the building while she hung helplessly to his back. It was not much longer before the young man jumped off of a nearby building and landed on the front steps of the hospital. Rushing into the building, he was met by the kunoichi who had been on patrol as well as two nurses with w gurney already rolled up for Teru to be placed on. Laying the young woman down onto it, he followed her down the hallway with the nurses in order to make sure that he found te room they would be keeping her in. When they finally arrived outside of the door, the nurses politely told him to wait outside while they stitched her up, to which Nayoko obliged.
It was not very long before the nurses stepped back out into the hallway, smiling and chatting to each other. Abruptly standing up from the bench he had sat down on, Nayoko walked over to them, genuine concern on his face. “Is she alright?” The older of the two nurses, a woman in her late thirties, smiled and nodded. “Yes dear, the gash was pretty bad but nothing we couldn’t handle. She’ll need rest now to make sure that her head heals from the trauma, but if you’re quiet you can go in."Nayoko nodded quietly and thanked the nurses before stepping into the room. Nayoko did not bother turning the lights on has he glanced around the hospital white room. A shiver rolled down his spine as he thought of his mother being on a room like this one when she had died, so many years ago. Shaking the thought from his mind, the young Hattori stepped over to a chair that had been left in the room for visitors and leaned back in it, glancing over the sleeping form of Teru on the bed before him. Her chest slowly rose and fell as she drifted through a deep, trauma induced sleep.
Blinking his weary eyes, Nayoko glanced out the window to see the sun just now beginning to peek over the horizon in the distance. “Well Teru,” he said to the sleeping woman. “That was quite a night…quite…a…” Before he could finish his sentence Nayoko drifted off into a slumber that was well overdue, exhaustion claiming his consciousness in the hospital chair.
WC:992
“Burittsu…” Nayoko mumbled trough his still clenched jaw. He had known that the man was ruthless and possible unstable, but to attack two of his allies to more or less prove a point…well he had gone too far for Nayoko then. Moments before he had attacked, the young Hattori had said that he would not hunt him down despite him going rogue, and that if he ever came by the Village Hidden in the Leaves, that he would help him frond shelter. Well, those promises became null when he decided to turn on his kindness and repay it with an attack. It was clear that he planned to turn the world upside down, and if that meant that Nayoko would have to stop him, then so be it.
“Hey, you there! Halt!” Nayoko turned to see he was being followed by a kunoichi who had spotted his hasty movement across the rooftops and had come to investigate. She had short back hair and was wearing a cloak bearing the symbol of the Village Hidden in the Mists. Not slowing down at all Nayoko called out over his shoulder to the young woman. “No can do ma’am. I’m a shinobi from Konoha, and this one on my back is one of yours. She’s hurt pretty bad. Go ahead to the hospital and make sure someone is ready to take her in.” The woman’s mouth hung open for a woman, as if she was debating whether or not she should reply, but after catching a glimpse of Teru’s busted open head, her jaw slammed shut before she nodded and rushed off ahead of the young Hattori.
As he watched her leave, Nayoko followed her trajectory to where he remembered the hospital being located. He could not help but chuckle and shake his head as the mad this way toward the structure, as the irony of the situation was not lost on him. The first time he had met the unconscious woman on his back had been not very long ago when he had been searching for their very destination on his own. She had been kind enough to step out of the crowd and show him the way to the Kirigakure General Hospital, which he had been looking for in case his personal business in the Land of Water led to him needing medical attention. Now, it seemed those tables had been turned as he carried Teru to the building while she hung helplessly to his back. It was not much longer before the young man jumped off of a nearby building and landed on the front steps of the hospital. Rushing into the building, he was met by the kunoichi who had been on patrol as well as two nurses with w gurney already rolled up for Teru to be placed on. Laying the young woman down onto it, he followed her down the hallway with the nurses in order to make sure that he found te room they would be keeping her in. When they finally arrived outside of the door, the nurses politely told him to wait outside while they stitched her up, to which Nayoko obliged.
It was not very long before the nurses stepped back out into the hallway, smiling and chatting to each other. Abruptly standing up from the bench he had sat down on, Nayoko walked over to them, genuine concern on his face. “Is she alright?” The older of the two nurses, a woman in her late thirties, smiled and nodded. “Yes dear, the gash was pretty bad but nothing we couldn’t handle. She’ll need rest now to make sure that her head heals from the trauma, but if you’re quiet you can go in."Nayoko nodded quietly and thanked the nurses before stepping into the room. Nayoko did not bother turning the lights on has he glanced around the hospital white room. A shiver rolled down his spine as he thought of his mother being on a room like this one when she had died, so many years ago. Shaking the thought from his mind, the young Hattori stepped over to a chair that had been left in the room for visitors and leaned back in it, glancing over the sleeping form of Teru on the bed before him. Her chest slowly rose and fell as she drifted through a deep, trauma induced sleep.
Blinking his weary eyes, Nayoko glanced out the window to see the sun just now beginning to peek over the horizon in the distance. “Well Teru,” he said to the sleeping woman. “That was quite a night…quite…a…” Before he could finish his sentence Nayoko drifted off into a slumber that was well overdue, exhaustion claiming his consciousness in the hospital chair.
WC:992