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Eye am God(Eye transplant, Shigeki, Private) Tue Oct 22, 2013 10:56 am
Guanyin Nanashi
D-rank
A single eye stared aimlessly into the whirling abyss threatening to consume him and his room with it's mauls. Dark unrecognizable creatures stared back at the individual, their beady eyes showcasing their hungry. Like a predator they watched every movement of their intended prey, the rhythmic movement of his chest – rising and fallen. If he were afraid of abominations that were lurking, it didn't show in his visage. He had good reason not to fear them, they couldn't touch him – at least not at the moment.
Why was this you ask? For creating a barrier between him and the advancing darkness was light. Not light from the sun, for it hasn't risen yet. But light from the moon itself, it's lunar presence bathing a him and other portions of his room – keeping them at by. Though the light from the moon did bring forth other unwanted things, shadows, they were reanimated and were dancing to an unheard song along the ways. The way they swayed to and fro was hypnotic, and one couldn't help to be drawn to their movements – like a belly dancer dancing.
Nanashi, owner of the lone eye exhaled, eye closing and opening once more to stare into the abyss. The only thing different about this time was that the creatures that lurked within them were no longer in sight. Likes they had disappeared, fleeing from some unforeseen force. The shadows that were dancing earlier have all but halted time seemingly frozen in place. Even the branches outside that were hitting the window seemed to have stopped – an eerie silence descended into the area.
“It will be back. . .”Nanashi mused to himself, body on autopilot and moving out of the bed, sheets thrown on the floor. Moonlight bathed his semi-nude body in it's essence, for anyone who were looking for a peak show they would be disappointed – his package being obscured by a pair of loosely fixed boxers. The cold hardwood floor didn't bother him, moving across it going to the restroom to get prepare for the day at the hospital.
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Iwagakure no Sato wasn't known for the medical advancement, it being almost none existence . . . at least to the outside world. Where other countries flaunted their medical program as if it was some model, abrupt a slutty one. Iwagakure did not. They kept their program under wraps, a proper classy lady – not showing much but enough to keep others guessing. For if there is one thing you shouldn't do, it is to flaunt your lady around others for sooner or later someone will attempt to take her from your hands. On the opposite end of the spectrum not flaunting your lady keeps others from knowing things that you know. . .
And this were the case with Iwagakure no Sato. While there ain't many medical shinobi within the village, many preferring to enterprise in other areas – there were plenty of civilian doctors who skill could rival some shinobi medics. And one of these civilian doctors just so happen to be Sakino Marise, the head mistress of Iwagakure no Sato medical corps and master to Gaunyin Nanashi.
Speaking of Sakino Marise, the dark haired woman was currently sitting behind her maghony desk looking over some patients files while sipping on a cup of coffee. The high caffeine liquid doing what it were intended to do, providing her with a boost to continue on with her duties. The woman having spent forty-eight hours wake, checking up on patients and the like. Sure she could have the other medics to do it, but she decided to give them some time off – a thank you for your service, if you will. Though not all took the opportunity to relax, instead preferring to work under their beloved bossed.
Knock Knock
“Come in.” Her dark brown eyes looked upward the the blonde haired nurse who stepped through the door, a folder in hand.
“Sorry to disturb you but this just came in and I think you might want to look at it.” Now that peeked her interested. Usually the nurses, especially those higher up in the totem pole handled most of the files – which she just review afterward for any mistakes. So what was so important about this one?
“Thank you.” The nurse placed the beige folder into the waiting hands of Marise.
“Let's see here. . .”She mused flipping through the contents of folder, a grin that morphed into a smile spread across her face – whatever was in the folder made her happy. Once finishing reading the contents, Marise signed it and handed it back to the nurse.
He will so hate me for this. . .
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“I need to go shopping. . .” Yes, even someone like Nanashi had to do process of going out into the public and shop. Usually he would have done so already but he the fact his frigerator was out of food had slipped his mind. Not his fault that he ate out last night. Sighing in desperation at the lack of not in his house. And seeing how he couldn't conjure up anything magically, Nanashi accepted the faith of having to find an open vendor and buy something. And with that in mind the silver haired male exited his house, not before locking it and began the hunt for food. . .
There is a certain unforeseen joy in living in a shinobi run village. One of these hidden joys is the abundance of food vendors that were always open. For lets face it, shinobi come in and out of the village constantly at various hours and usually they are hungry, so instead of having to go home and cook they could just stop at a vendor for a snack or something. And Nanashi had found of those vendors five minutes away from the hospital. A dango shop. That sold dango of the more spicy variety.
“Is that all you wanted?” Nanashi nodded at the man, paying him the necessary ryo and happily munching on the dango – salving it's tastes.
“Thanks for the food. . .” With that said Nanashi made his way towards the hospital, throwing the dango skewers into the trash can at the hospital entrance.
Moving through the sterile halls of the establishment, waving at the staff members that he passed, Nanashi made his way towards his office which were situated near his master's.
Not knowing what were waiting for him. . .
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“Wait can you repeat back?” Annoyed that was the prominent emotions expressed on his face, his eye glaring at Sakino Marise.
What had him annoyed? Well he just founded out that he would be doing an eye transplant. This didn't get him annoyed, it was the person who he would be working on that was annoying. Fingers combed through his hair, the medic trying to get his emotions in control and not to lash out at the woman who he came to respect.
Sakino Marise couldn't help to smirk at her apprentice's reaction, she knew that he would react that way and she would be lying if she didn't get some pleasure out of seeing him squirm. It was so must fun!
“You are not deaf my friend. So I know you heard me. Now I expect you to treat the patience well and do your job – like a medic suppose to.” She said straighten up the folders that flew out of the beige folder – Nanashi having thrown it down at seeing the patience's name.
Begrudgingly Nanashi accepted the fate at hand. “If I didn't know any better, I would believe you have did this on purpose.” Of course the woman didn't say anything, simply sipping on her cup of steamy coffee and looking at the files on the wooden desk.
“Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Who knows for sure? Besides you are the only one qualified to do such a delicate procedure. Now I leave you to prepare.” With that said Sakino Marise moved away from his desk and exit the room, but not before given him some words of encouragement.
“Good luck.” The door shut with a resounding thud, leaving Nanashi to his thoughts. . .
Grabbing the folder Nanashi eyed the name of on the patient's folder, before sighing and leaving the room as well with folder in hand.
“Out of all people, it had to be him. . .Kanetsu Shigeki.”
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The operation room were the surgery would be taken place was incredibly spacious, being able to hold eight people and more without being crowded. Various machines used for different purposes were aligned along the walls, the cords and tubes connecting them being neatly placed in their desired locations. The soft humming from them were soothing, well to those who enjoy such noises. Located in the center of the room was a single bed, blue disposable linen draped over it along with a fluffy pillow. A curtain that matched the color of the linens allowed for some form of privacy if needed. To the far Northeast corner there were a door that lead to a full bathroom, fully stocked. On the opposite side of the room there was another door that lead to an addition room were patients can recover from their surgery. Unlike others this room had the comforts of the home, along with a bed and such. They can rest while still having some joys.
“Is there anything you need?” A brunette female asked the Special Jounin who were typing something up on the computer.
Stopping what he were doing, Nanashi moved away from computer, and looked at the woman in question “Yes, can you bring Shigeki to this room when he arrives? Other than that you are finish for today, Kotaru” A smile graced his face. The now identified Kotaru nodded and left the room, leaving Nanashi time to prepare for the surgery to come.
Hands. Check. Arms. Check. Gloves and medical garbs, check. Everything that Nanashi now wore was sterilized, free of any bacteria and likes. The blueish garb was the standardize outfit used for such procedures.
Sitting into the chair, Nanashi idly flip through the pages in Shigeki's folder reading the medical information pertaining to him. There were certain perks of being a doctor, one has access to everybody else medical files. . . well almost everyone's. There are certain people who files Nanashi didn't have the clearance to read, luckily Shigeki wasn't one of those people.
Speaking of Shigeki. . . the Kanetsu member should be on his way here. And what a surprise the member would have when he finds out who is doing the surgery.
While waiting for the wait him, Nanashi couldn't help to wonder.
Why did Shigeki need an eye transplant?
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