1 An Eye for An Eye(Private/Kazu/No Kill) Wed Oct 23, 2013 6:08 pm
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.
xXx
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.
“Lets see what this is about.” She mused, eyebrow being raised at the confidential stamp on front of the beige covering. “Well that's interesting” many assume that any medic can look at the files of any patient that has come through the halls of Iwagakure hospital – this isn't the case. Like other military base establishments clearances of varying levels are given to the medical staff, depending on on numerous of factors. Any medical staff can ask to be evaluated for a higher clearance level, one above their current one, but that doesn't mean they would get it. Such tests can be taken bi-yearly, with a year or two wait if you manage to past the test the first time.
Sakino Marise herself had one of the highest clearances within the hospital, granted this was due to her being the main head of the establishment, having taken it over after the death of her late mentor. So it wasn't surprising that she had access to the files of the upper Iwagakure echelons. This is why she were apply to view the file that was handed to her, though not before identifying herself with a finger print.
Reading the slip of paper that fell out of the beige pamphlet upon opening it, her eyes began to widen to large proportion. Her eyes quickly looked for the authentic stamp that associated with this individual before leaving her office in a hurry, the folder in hand and the nurse following her.
Why was she such in a rush? For the Tsuchikage was coming to get an eye transplant done. . .
xXx
“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 and filling the void within his stomach.
“Thanks for the food.” With that said Nanashi continued his way towards his final destination – the hospital, throwing the dango skewers into the trash can upon the entrance. Opening the doors leading into the establishment, the first thing that he noticed were the heavy commotion that were happening, nurses and doctors were scrambling about, going to various destinations and the likes. It wasn't unusually for the hospital to be busy, for it usually is with the amount of patients that come in and out of here on a daily basis. But this was ridiculous!
He also noted that there were a fair amount of higher ranking shinobi standing around at different conjunctions of the place. What were they here for? Some of these same shinobi were Anbu as evident by their porcelain animal masks. Normally they don't bother showing up here, at least not fully dressed. Yes, Nanashi isn't stupid to believe that Anbu didn't come to the hospital for check-ups and other medical procedures, they probably come here as a 'normal' civilian with everyone else being none the wiser.
Mentally shaking his head, Nanashi continue trekking through the sterile halls of the establishment – at least he was still he was stopped by one an Anbu with the turtle mask “Are you Guanyin Nanashi?” The distorted voice of the individual asked, receiving a nod from the medical nin “Sakino Marise needs you immediately, it's the utter most importance.”
Nanashi didn't bother in questioning why his master wanted to see him, instead the man nodded at the Anbu and made his way towards her office. . .
xXx
Within the office of Sakino Marise, the woman were sipping on another cup of coffee going over the medical file of Tsuchikage: Kanetsu Kazu, the man was surprisingly healthy with no known medical problems – which would make the medical procedure be relatively easy, provided there ain't any foreseen consequences. She were also making a disposable copy of the file, two or more Anbu being hidden within the office to make sure she only copied the needed information – nothing more. By the time she had finished making another copy; handing the original one to the personal doctor of the Tsuchikage who were standing nearby watching as well, there was a knock at the door.
Knock Knock
“Come in Nanashi, I was expecting you.”The head medic said, knowing full well of who was at the door. At the door way stood Nanashi dressed in the stereotypical medical garb, having stopped by his office to change.
Acknowledging the seen presence within the room, he made his way towards Marise, sitting in the chair a front of her desk “So what exactly is going on?” He asked, curious about the amount of security within the area.
“As you know you are my prized pupil and the one who has the potential to surpass me.” Taking a sip of the coffee and pushing the folder towards Nanashi, the latter looking at in questionably “It would have seem that because of the praise I have given you. A very important person want the best to do a surgery for them. The name of the person will be found within that folder a front of you.”
So, someone wanted him to do a surgery? And how she were talking this individual was some big shot. This goes along with the numerous of seen Anbu stationed throughout the hospital. Looking at the folder, Nanashi noticed the confidential stamp on it “Confidential, eh?” He asked, mainly to himself before looking back at Marise, getting a nod for the silent question.
“As you can see the one you will be operating on is none other the Tsuchikage Kanetsu Kazu. The surgery you will be done is an eye transplant, removing an eye to put in another eye that will be provided before procedure. There goes without saying you must use extreme caution in dealing with the particular organ, and you know the risks that are involved with doing it.” Receiving a nod from the silver haired man who were still reading the file “If you haven't noticed the file you have isn't the original one, this is due to you not having the needed clearance to view the file. This is merely a copy of everything you needed to know.”
Closing the folder, Nanashi looked at the woman before him “Alright, so when will this surgery take place?” No sooner after the question left his mouth the lanky man standing near Marise cleared his throat, grabbing Nanashi's attention.
“My name is Kenshin and I'm the personal doctor of Kazu and the overseer of this procedure. While you will be doing the surgery, I will just be there in case something goes wrong. . .”
Nanashi knew exactly the hidden message “I'm there to make sure you don't **** up.”
“The Tsuchikage will be arriving here within the hour, enough time for a medical nin like yourself to get ready, no?” Nanashi brushed off the snide comment from the man. It were clear as day that he didn't believe in Guanyin Nanashi's skills. Eh, oh well.
Looking at Marise, who were shaking her head at the man's comment, Nanashi turned his attention back to the doctor, single eye staring into the windows of the soul “Sure everything will be ready. In fact the operation room is ready. So I will be taking my leave and getting myself prepared. Marise-sama can direct you to the operation room.” With that said, Nanashi left the party and headed towards the mentioned area.
xXx
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, direct the Anbu guard and the Tsuchikage to this room when they 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 scrubs used for such procedures.
Moving throughout the room, Nanashi began checking the equipment in the room, making sure the two nurses had turned them on correct and they are working properly. It were more of a precautionary measure than anything else.
“Everything in order Nanashi-kun?” The voice of Marise reached his ears, woman in question having arrived with the Tsuchikage's personal doctor. Turning his attention towards the pair that entering the room, Nanashi address them before going back to what he were doing “Yeah, everything is in order, the only thing missing in the guess of honor. . .”
Eye Transplant >>> 2557/3000