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Post by narakunohana on Jul 25, 2008 15:27:20 GMT -8
Another day, another 6 hours of work.
Layla was dressed in cosplay again, of course. Dressed as Collette from Tales of Symphonia, she managed to pull through. Shinichi was lying by the bedside, dressed in a Lloyd costume.
Very amusing, but it wasn't her job to be here in the clinic -- her job was to teach pre-med classes. Why would she even do this?
Public service.
To most people, working full-time despite only being paid to teach part-time would be called a "rip-off". Well, Layla was a professional... most would ask for higher wages at her experience level and expertise but...
No matter, money was not the issue here.
She was there at the clinic, doing some bedmaking. Of course, people have to be good at the basics of the medical profession first, right? This was supposedly Ms. Nanda's work, but considering that she had been gone a while... it was best that Layla did something, after all.
The woman then sighed as she sat on her wheelchair... and picked up a book: "A little Princess". Social injustice through the eyes of a child; riches to rags.... one interesting story.
Hopefully, this day would turn out to be just as interesting.
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Jul 28, 2008 19:52:04 GMT -8
Well another day another time where leon got bored and beat the holy living shit out of some random kid.... WRONG! It was actually pretty fun for the blond boy. Riddled with some bruises and a cut on his head that stained the left side of his face with some blood. Carrying over his right shoulder was the boy who actually caused the College Freshman this much pain. An interesting subject, but he would be forced to be more powerful. This boy was Yahto Fang. He entered the room and found a bed to put the boy on, he'd kick a wood desk as LIGHTLY as he possibly could which still caused a bit of ruckus.
"Extremely injurred boy here."
Joke or not he would say it every time he brought someone in here. It usually got attention faster that way. His attire probably set him out from everyone else, but this was none other than Leon Sudeki. He wondered how much longer Yahto would be out, hopefully long enough for the doctor to treat the last attacks wound from his nails, which had blood on them still. It was a good thing Leon knew quite a bit of anatomy that being his major study in college right now, and one of his favorite things to research since his sophmore year of high school.
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Post by narakunohana on Jul 28, 2008 22:44:04 GMT -8
Well, yes. Layla had been reading until her ears picked up the door opening. "Extremely injurred boy here."*Slam* went her book, closed and finally went off by itself and set aside into one of the shelves. The doctor sighed and looked at the two injured students. Hmm... Ah, another one of those people that loved to fight. Layla was smiling, amused and interested, as usual. God, she loved this school. The boy had some hemorrhage on random parts of the body and what seemed to be a particularly deep cut on the forehead. The woman, who was wearing an interesting Sailor Venus outfit (albeit without the gloves since it would be detrimental to her work at this point), the usual plush doll of Shinichi wearing it's Artemis costume to compliment Layla's own costume. Of course, before anything else... she went to wash her hands first. Shinichi would float over to the two students, looking at the unconscious boy then at Leon. "Care to explain what happened, desu yo?" It asked, "Reira-sama will be with you in a moment."Random objects would be floating around at this time, as if the room was readying itself on it's own to serve the two students. It didn't take long for Layla to come in, wearing a white coat and her blonde hair tied up in a neat ponytail. Trailing behind her was a rolling table that had the usual instruments and materials for treating patients. Seeing the bruises, Layla would stop mid-walk and turn for the refrigerator, opening it and placing a few ice cubes onto two icebags. Closing them properly, the two bags floated over to the dragon and his companion. "Put those over your bruises while I get to cleaning your wounds."Layla would take a ball of cotton and head over to the injured boy with the cut on his forehead, and used forceps to clean it. It was clotting, which was something good -- all that was needed was to clean the wound, disinfect it and discern whether it should be stitched shut or just covered up. Well, all in good time. There was no rush. No one was dying... ... well, to the least that Layla knew.
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Post by Yahto Fang on Jul 28, 2008 22:44:28 GMT -8
For all intensive purposes, Yahto was out like a light. Anyone would be after the thrashing he had recieved from Leon. He couldn't even begin to count the number of small to medium injuries he had recieved right before he lost consciousness, but he knew for certain that the more serious ones mostly had something to do with his ribs. Leon had probably severely bruised, cracked, or even broken at least two of Yahto's ribs with that punch that ended the bout. Other than that, most of the others had something to do with... well, ya know... being punched through a solid brick wall.
Either way, Yahto definitely looked like the loser of that bout. But DAMN, that was still the most fun the blue-eyed boy ever had from losing a fight. Which was still plainly evident from the little silly smile plastered over the youth's sleeping face. The smile remained even as Leon gently lowered his battered form onto one of the many beds, his head softly hitting the pillow while contented and quite incoherent mutterings escaped his lips.
However, it would seem that Yahto's head hitting the pillow had managed to send a single feather of goosedown fluttering out the side and then directly above over the sleeping boy's face. It almost seemed to dance as it moved in the soft air currents of the office's AC, almost hypnotizing in a way. But then... It just so happened that the feather happened to land directly on top of Yahto's hyper-sensitive nose. It twitched ever so slightly, then with a bit more vigor as the feather shifted to tickle a single nostril.
And then...
"AH-CHOO! OW! Damn it!" Yahto suddenly bolted upright in his head with a great big and loud sneeze, only to then fall back with his hand clutching at ribs. After that, he could only lay there and mutter a few choice words, words not best repeated, in a mixture of Mandarin Chinese and Cheyenne Native American, almost completely oblivious to the other two in the room.
That was when he did notice, though.
He suddenly stopped rubbing at the rather large bruise Leon's fist had left on his chest when he caught the blonde boy looking at him, only to then notice that Ms. Clavering also stood not too far away. And dressed in cosplay, per usual. Normally, his first reaction in a situation like this would've been to crack a joke of some sort and act like he wasn't hurt at all. But given the amount of PAIN he was in, that wasn't an option anymore. Pride was important to Yahto, but he was wise enough to know that it could only go so far before it became silly. So instead, the first thing he did was sat up again, gingerly this was time, and offer a cocky and joking smile and say to Leon... "So who do I talk to about getting some morphine? And a hot nurse, too?"
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Jul 29, 2008 9:04:49 GMT -8
Leon looked at the ice bags, which emplied water... which as of last year wasn't one of his favorite substences, so he would place it to the side on another bed. He'd stay put and comment on what happened. He wasn't one for breaking the ice so to speak, or beating around the bush too much so.
"We got in a fight."
Simple, to the point it was all a teacher needed to know. He twitched slightly at the sneeze and looked over to the now conciouse boy. The question made him grin and he raised his right hand, clenching it so hard that the knuckles began to pop.
"I dont have morphine, but I do have a pretty hard sedative. I would also be carteful breathing. Broken ribs, plus a ripped muscle here or there are bad combinations. I could have collapsed your abdomenal wall."
Leon warned, in fact he had an urge to punch Yahto again to knock him out to keep him from breathing wrong and messing up his lungs or doing some other damage. He would if Yahto insisted on moving too much though.
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Post by Yahto Fang on Jul 29, 2008 9:59:52 GMT -8
Yahto only grinned right back at Leon. "Anyone ever tell you that your bedside manner sucks, Leon?" the boy replied with obvious sarcasm laced in his words. Although, he did take note of what the older boy had said about broken ribs and torn muscles. It looked Leon had done even more damage than even Yahto thought, which was something worth wondering in some ways. Ever so gently, Yahto slowly reached up to his chest and gingerly touched the spot where Leon had struck him. Just as he thought and just as Leon confirmed, there at least two broken ribs shifting around and a good amount of very sore muscle. Yahto couldn't quite stifle a wince when his fingers made contact, much to his chagrin.
Looks like it was back to the ol' "Tub Full of Medicines" approach when Yahto got home today. Nothing like a good soak and nap in a special mixture garnered from ancient Chinese recipes to soothe one's aches away and stimulate the healing process. Unless, of course, you had an aversion to waking up encased in something like candle wax afterwards. That was always a hassle to clean up from.
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Jul 30, 2008 6:59:35 GMT -8
"If I did it right, which I'm positive I did, the pain wont last but a few days. Till then we should get some wheel chairs and race.... That aside, I have a propasition for you."
Leon would look at the teacher, as if marking her with his eyes. Then he'd look back at Yahto, an interesting smile on his face. He'd shrug mentally at the fact the teacher was there and he would simply say it.
"I'll give you two options. Become my student, or I'll MAKE you my student."
Now how would Leon force him? Random attacks, constently, either that or simply beating the tar out of him until he agreed, either way, this goal was something the blond Dragon had in mind.
"You have the potential to be as powerful as me one day, and I am going to make sure you reach that potential."
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Post by Yahto Fang on Jul 30, 2008 9:22:54 GMT -8
Well... This was certainly a surprise.
For a moment, Yahto had thought that maybe some blood had gotten into his ears. That had to be it. There's no way he could've heard Leon make an offer to take Yahto on as his student. For one thing... Well, it just seemed like a completely random thing to say, in the boy's opinion. Especially since Leon had just finished giving Yahto the thrashing of his life. Secondly, he couldn't imagine anyone at all, especially around here, making an offer like that. Normally, they would either gloat and pound their chest like a stupid ape, or remain stoic and trudge off with their high and mighty attitudes. That seemed to the norm for most at this school.
However, there was also one other thing that Yahto realized while he was mulling this all over. Leon definitely was not really "the norm" around here, either. Knowing that and knowing that his ears were in fact free of blood, the blue-eyed boy only looked up at the Lightning Dragon with a very perplexed expression. The other thing about all this that was bothering him was why Leon would make such an offer. The blonde hardly struck Yahto as being the generous sort, so the "Out of the Kindness of His Heart" theory was out. It must've been for some other reason.
A faint sigh left the boy's lips, followed by a cringe caused from a spasm of pain in his chest. His eyes left Leon's for a moment, narrowed and calculating as if considering multiple options and scenarios. "What's the catch?" he said to Leon. The question was blunt enough. After all, there was almost always a catch in things like this.
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Jul 30, 2008 11:16:34 GMT -8
"The catch?"
~It's Simple~
"Well I wont need you to swear fielty or anything."
~Bow.~
"I need you to be loyal."
~Like I did.~
"I'll need you to do what I say."
~Just a soldier.~
"The biggest problem."
~That I had.~
"Is it will require you to put your life on the line on more than one occasion."
~To live... Or die like I did.~
Leon simply saw alot of himself in this kid when Leon was younger. Before Mayoko swore him into slavery, before he was forced into RoB, before he was destroyed physically and mentally. It made him powerful, but Leon's methods derived from this. Not exactly as harsh as he was put through, but similarities would be obviouse.
Leon's goal? Raise the perfect fighter. Leave behind a legacy of power that everyone will remember, no matter what he descided to use the power for, mattered not to him. Leon had many other nicknames before two of them stuck. One was The Soldier. He was a loyal obedient fighter back then. He fell on The Bold Lion, he was powerful, protective, and backed down from no one. And the current title of Dragon.
"My reasoning behind chosing you?"
Yes, Leon percieved that this would be a logical question Yahto would ask, probably his initial intention.
"You show more promise than anyone of your caliber and skill level that I have faught so far."
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Post by narakunohana on Jul 30, 2008 21:22:26 GMT -8
The two could talk all the wanted to. Layla was too busy dealing with her work -- she was very professional, and wasn't one to poke her ears into conversations.
... But well, she listened in anyway -- or at least didn't make it obvious that she was taking mental note of everything. As soon as the boy gave his answer to the Dragon's proposition, and as soon as she was done dressing that cut of his, she would take an orange splint from the nearby table.
"Your cut is the only thing we can deal with right now, but you will have to be in a wheelchair for a few weeks. Month at most, minimum of two weeks." She told him before a couple of Anvil pills and a glass of water floated nearby, "Schools do not have morphine, normally, so over the counter pain medications will have to do. Take them while I deal with your ribs."
The doctor would palpitate the boy's injuries softly, as to manipulate the ribs back to a better position, some were bent back -- this blonde boy must be really something -- then again, the bones on the ribs weren't as hard as those on the skull and several other long bones.
While she was busy wrapping an elastic material around his chest, she would listen in.
-_- They (school) need to teach me real first aid next time.
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Post by Yahto Fang on Jul 30, 2008 22:33:45 GMT -8
"The biggest problem. Is that it will require you to put your life on the line on more than one occasion."
The words stuck in Yahto's mind even as Ms. Clavering went about tending to his various wounds. The boy was confused about a lot of things in all this, but there was one thing that he was dead certain about. He didn't exactly like what Leon was telling him. Not one bit. From the sound of it, especially with the whole "life on the line" bit, it was almost like he were trying to force Yahto into a gang. That alone was enough to cause the blue-eyed boy to quirk an eyebrow at him before returning his gaze straight ahead.
Yahto loathed gangs. Nothing irritated him more than seeing a bunch of pathetic and weak buffoons run around causing trouble just because they have leather jackets and know how to swing a lead pipe. Especially when it was all done just for the sake of attention or power or some other bullshit logic like that. That was what he really hated about them. They spent so much time pounding their chests like dumb apes and scaring others into acknowledging their "strength", it was laughable. And a complete lie. If they were really all that strong, then they wouldn't need to go around telling everyone that they were.
But then... His thoughts strayed back to Leon. So far, the Lightning Dragon had proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was as powerful as he said he was. That, and here he was offering Yahto a shot at getting some of that same power for himself. The whole reason why the boy had come to this school in the first place was to gain power and skill, all for the sake of finally defeating that certain someone. Plus, Yahto very much doubted that he would be able to find anyone better around here to fight and/or train with. Even though it was probably only a step towards the right direction, it was the still best offer Yahto had gotten here.
His eyes remained narrowed throughout the whole time he thought this over. By now, they were nothing more than dark slits on his face, almost as if he were trying to see beyond the physical realm and into the metaphysical. It was then that he felt something like a nudge poke him in the right shoulder, followed by a sense of calm but concerned emotion within his own mind. At that moment, Yahto had decided. "I accept your offer, Leon. But on one condition..." the boy began, this time turning to face the older boy with an expression that showed he wouldn't budge. No matter what. "If I'm going to be laying my life on the line... for you... then it will be only for you. I don't want to be in any part of any gang stuff. None. I hate 'em, I think they're a waste of time, and I won't stand for being forced into one. If you're in one, then fine. That's your business. But all the same, keep it your business. I'll stand at your side, should you need it, but it won't be because of some moron deciding that breaking and entering into a warehouse to steal TV's is a good idea. Or anything along those lines. Agreed?"
With that, Yahto would sit there and wait for Leon's answer. He heard Ms. Clavering's words, but only faintly. The tension in the air almost seemed thick enough to be cut by a knife, and even the painful stinging sensation of her hands pressed against his chest was dulled by it. He only vaguely noticed the pills and glass of water floating nearby [not enough to realize they were floating], and then reached forward to pop the pills into his mouth and down the water slowly. Swallowing hurt his chest like Hell, but he grimaced through it.
In all honesty, Yahto had no idea what would happen if Leon should refuse that condition. After all, it wasn't as if he were a match for the Lightning Dragon. Not yet, anyway. But in the end, that was still just fine with Yahto. No matter how many beatings came, no matter how bad they were, he would not sully his own pride and beliefs just for the sake of power. That was something the one he wanted to defeat had taught him long ago.
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Jul 31, 2008 12:07:11 GMT -8
"You think I'd chose you to join some gang? Hahahaha, true, yes that would put your life on the line, but thats nothing compaired to the kind of training you will be put under as my student. You will be damaged, you will be left bleeding. You will be hurt to the point you will believe without a doubt, you are not going to make it one more minute in this world."
Leon would turn to find a chair and grab it by the back rest. Turning his head slightly, looking to his left as if he had turned his head far enough to see Yahto out the corner of his eyes before turning back to the chair and dragging it over.
"Then after you survive that moment, you will be at the peak of what training even I can give you... I will give you the resolve you need, and I will perfect your attacks so precise, they will happen as if your brain didn't even think it and your body simply moved from training. . ."
He'd sit down with a grunt and lean back in the chair, looking down slightly before bending his head back to look at the lights, using his Qi to brighten and darken them for no reason at all. It was so he could keep his mind off the freaky ass floating things... And the doll that talks...
"It would be easier IF you joined me in my endeavors. Since they asre rather fun with all the fighting. Everyone else believes in numbers. What a joke. When it comes down to it, the powerful and the determined, be it one, or one hundred. It is they that always end up the winner."
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Post by Yahto Fang on Jul 31, 2008 21:36:23 GMT -8
"Yeah, it probably would. But I still want no part of it." Yahto replied to Leon, a certain smugness laced within his words and a wry smirk playing across his lips. So his suspicions about the Lightning Dragon were right, or at least partly so. Despite that they hadn't officially met until today, Yahto had heard Leon's name mentioned at the same time as one Mathew Amtrum many times before now. And if Leon hung around someone like him... Well, it didn't take a genius to put two and two together and figure out what "endeavors" Leon might've been talking about now.
But even so, Yahto wanted none of that. After all, being trained as Leon's student and being his lowly henchman were two very different things. The last thing the boy wanted now was to be chained down to someone else's cause. Being in a gang would only stop him from being able to do as he pleased, see the people he wanted to see, or anything else he thought was fun but clashed with the gang's demands.
No... That path wasn't for him. Yahto was and probably would always be a "lone wolf" in every sense of the phrase.
"Besides..." Yahto continued, his head turning to look at Leon with a mixture of sarcasm, amusement, and a grimace of pain. "If what you said about the training before is true, then I have no doubt I'll be having plenty of "fun" already." With that, Yahto lay back on the bed as gently as he could and resigned himself to staring at the ceiling and wondering about what the future may hold. Everything he thought needed to be said had been said, so now the only thing left to do was rest, heal, and prepare for what lay in store for him. Leon had accepted his condition. That was all he needed.
But even so, Yahto couldn't help but wonder how this agreement would affect things at the school. The place was pretty divided as it was, and Yahto had managed to survive very nicely without officially choosing a side. He hoped it would stay that way, but he got the feeling it wouldn't so long as he was Leon's student. "Ah well..." the boy mused to himself. It wasn't like he really gave a rip about what most other people thought of him, anyway. That was reserved for a very special few, and one in particular. A certain blonde girl with both a genius's intellect and a child's naive innocence. And a body meant for centerfolds, as far as Yahto was concerned. That person in particular now weighed heavily on his thoughts.
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