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Post by Long on Mar 30, 2008 21:29:47 GMT -4
The Fourth Division, home to those special shinigami whose spiritual powers manifested in more benign ways than their fellows. Though Ennoshita had been among the healers for only a short fifty years, the nerdy looking boy had found that he was more suited to caring for the noble warriors of Seireitei than being one of them. He found it fulfilling, even if his lack of rank meant that the boy was often stuck with duties that no one else wanted. Like today, Ennoshita's sempi had given him the task of cleaning the room of the infamous Tarukane-fukutaichou; the fearsome second in command of the deadly eleventh gotei. Usually any interaction between a member of the fourth and the tattooed man would begin with an offer of alcohol, to insure that the violent shinigami was in a good mood, though that wasn't the case this time. Sokou had been found unconscious after attempting to protect a group of academy students from a member of the Espada, he had been found four miles away from the scene of the fight and had not yet woken. It was a sad day for the Court of Pure Souls, but at least it made his job amazingly easier. "There... the mopping all done, now all that's left is the dusting," the little nerd said excitedly, talking out loud to himself simply to break the silence that hung over the room. Taking out a rag (because a feather duster would be a bit too feminine), Ennoshita walked over to Tarukane's bedside and began to wipe the side table clean, momentarily moving the zanpaktou that was resting on top. ~~~ There was no grogginess or confusion when Sokou regain consciousness, nor did he have any memories of whatever it was he had been dreaming about. All there was were facts; the bitch in the armour had handed his ass to him, he hadn't felt this bad since his first hang over... and somebody was touching his fucking sword! Clad in nothing put white hospital robes and a large amount of bandages, his hear unkempt and his body giving off a prominent odor, the angry shinigami was out of his bed in a flash, taking his sword from the boy and pinning him face first against the wall, "Never touch my blade unless I allow it! And even then you will treat it like your first born fuckin' crotch spawn! Do you understand me! "Awww... not really... sir." From his response it was obvious that the Ennoshita was terrified, if not confused, "Sorry sir... What's crotch spawn?"
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Post by Shizuko on Mar 30, 2008 22:15:39 GMT -4
There were few within the confines of Gotei Four who hadn’t heard the bellowing of the Eleventh’s Vice Captain the moment he’d awoken from his coma-like slumber. It was by some stroke of luck (for Ennoshita, anyway) that the Vice Captain of Division Four had been making her rounds and checking in on those requiring the healing division’s most intense care. Atsue was only a few steps away when the commotion had caught her attention. Though she would normally afford her patients their privacy and mind her manners when preparing to enter their room, she felt no need for etiquette at the moment.
She heard the familiar booming voice of Tarukane Sokou as well as the quavering voice of one of her subordinates who was obviously petrified. The lieutenant of Squad Eleven was well-known for being a bit short tempered and chaotic (as was the bulk of his Division, in all honesty). It was obvious from his tone that he was already angry and even more frightening, he sounded serious. There was no time to waste.
Ennoshita had barely finished his naïve question when Atsue arrived and swept the door open. The sight that met her eyes was a shock to the kind-hearted woman, to say the least. The dominating figure of Vice Captain Tarukane towered over that of the much weaker Squad Four member. Even while robed in a hospital gown and covered in bandages, the lieutenant appeared to be looking for a fight and was holding the boy against the wall with his zanpakuto in his hand.
It was without another thought that Atsue stepped forward into the room. Her hand had instinctively moved to the hilt of the zanpakuto at her side as she authoritatively barked an order at the man who thoroughly outsized her.
“That’s enough! Release him!”
In that split second, the look in her eyes had changed. Atsue’s usual gaze was warm and friendly, though if one were to note her stare at the moment, it would be one filled with a ferocity that she did not often exhibit. It was the spirit of her zanpakuto which had suddenly taken over her instincts at the sight of a threat to one of her command. It was a rare and striking glimpse at another side of the woman’s personality. She stared her fellow lieutenant down without faltering, obviously expecting him to obey.
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Post by Long on Mar 30, 2008 23:15:31 GMT -4
“That’s enough! Release him!”
Still pressing the poor boy against the wall of his room, the wild eyed Sokou turned his head in the direction of the living one person outside of his captain brave enough to yell at him. "Atsue," the fourth's lieutenant and the only healer he bothered to remember, all that fire in a choppy haired package, "The bastard was touching my sword, what are you gunna do bout it."
In truth Sokou's anger wasn't because Ennoshita had touched his zanpakutou, at least not totally. The man's entire body was in pain, so bad that even he'd admit that he shouldn't be out of bed yet. There was also how useless he had been against the Espada, the bitch having smacked him around like a red-headed step-child. Laying around wasn't going to cut it though, he needed to vent, now!
Turning his attention back to his victim, a bastard was so stupid it was a wonder the academy hadn't sent him to the eleventh, "And crotch spawn are kids, you know, the short people who ain't midgets. And you wanna be a fuckin' doctor!" Looking back at towards Atsue, the angry warrior made sure his dislike of Ennoshita was clear , "This mop humper better not have been the one over seeing my healing, someone stupid enough to touch my sword is too stupid to be a doctor!"
Did I mention he was displacing his anger at the moment.
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Post by Shizuko on Mar 31, 2008 19:10:44 GMT -4
Sokou’s words, in particular saying her name, had called the alarmed Atsue back to a state of normalcy. Her eyes softened once more, regaining their usual warm golden glow. She sighed softly as she reassessed the situation before her.
Yes, she had probably reacted a little too soon to the commotion and with a bit too much force, but it was somewhat understandable. Tarukane Sokou was, after all, one of the most dangerous and intimidating men in all of Soul Society. On the other hand, the lower ranking members of the Fourth Division would hardly be described as able and willing to cope with such a frightening patient. Seeing the muscular fighter pinning one of her own division-mates to the wall had caused an immediate reaction in the woman. While she wasn’t proud of her outburst, she wasn’t exactly backing down either. She still expected the man to release the physically weaker shinigami, though she was aware that it was going to take different tactics.
By this point, Atsue’s subordinates had begun crowding the doorway of the room as they were hardly accustomed to hearing the soft -spoken woman screaming orders at anyone. Curiosity and concern had led them to Vice Captain Tarukane’s room as Atsue composed herself and began speaking to the Eleventh’s lieutenant once more.
“Please release him and return to your bed, Tarukane-fukutaichou. You shouldn’t be moving around just yet, let alone restraining my squad members. He meant no harm to you or your sword, and you know that,” she calmly answered the obviously irritated Sokou.
Atsue could clearly sense the tattooed man’s frustrations. It was unlikely that he knew what had happened in his confrontation with the Espada in the living world, and he was hurt in both body and pride. His anger had to be focused and released somewhere, unfortunately the young Ennoshita he had become the warrior’s target.
The Fourth’s lieutenant was again calm and collected, and though her tone was soothing, her words were clear and authoritative. “You’re going to have to calm down or I’ll be forced to cease further medical care, and I’m sure you’ve noticed that you’re not yet in the best of health.”
Glancing in the direction of Ennoshita, Atsue noted his thoroughly confused expression. It could have been the fact that he had been ambushed by an angry shinigami warrior, or that his own Vice Captain had uncharacteristically confronted the brute, or even that he still hadn’t understood Sokou’s words. Whatever it was that weighed heavily upon his mind, the poor boy had frozen in his tracks and didn’t know what to do.
“Oh and for the record,” Atsue continued with a slight chuckle, “the term ‘crotch spawn’ isn’t exactly an approved medical term we use around here.”
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Post by Long on Apr 5, 2008 0:07:12 GMT -4
“Please release him and return to your bed, Tarukane-fukutaichou..." as quickly as she had appeared and demanded that he drop her subordinate, Atsue reverted back to her normal calm and nurturing self; but not before their combined shouting attracted a crowd of gawking healers. It was enough that the female vice-captain was trying to calm him down like he was some spoiled child, but she had to do it in front of half the fourth gotei. He was the strongest man in the eleventh division, who the hell did she think she was, "“You’re going to have to calm down or I’ll be forced to cease further medical care..." oh right.
Though Sokou was still pinning the young Ennoshita against the wall with as much, perhaps even more force than before, the injured warrior was completely ignoring the boy in favour of Atsue. He knew that the woman was the authority here, fully capable of carrying through on her threat. Still, there was no way that the 11th divisioner was just going to back down because this tiny little shinigami said she wasn't going to fix his boo-boos, did she think he was fuckin' five.
“Oh and for the record, the term ‘crotch spawn’ isn’t exactly an approved medical term we use around here,” humour on the other hand would, maybe it was the fact that he had just awoken from a coma, but for some reason this was the funniest thing he'd ever heard.
Throwing his head back, Sokou let out a loud, boisterous laugh, only to discover that his ribs had definitely been broken during the fight. Cringing forward closer to his captive, the tattooed man refused to the pain in his torso ruin the positive change in his mood. "Fine, take him," clumsily tossing the young shinigami towards his lieutenant, Sokou placed his sheathed blade on the ground to support his weight, "Now get the fuck out."
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Post by Shizuko on Apr 5, 2008 10:16:01 GMT -4
Flailing arms and wide eyes greeted Atsue when the young Ennoshita was thrust in her direction. Being so suddenly freed from the bind, he couldn’t quite get his bearings long enough to stop his forward momentum. Fortunately he wasn’t much bigger than his Vice Captain, and she was able to catch him and help him regain composure.
Atsue turned her back on Sokou without a word, using her arms and body to herd all of her subordinates out and away the door. Several whispered questions met her ears as she moved closer to the room’s exit where the small crowd had gathered. She uttered no reply, merely answering her subordinates with a gentle shake of her head and a stare which wordlessly informed them that they were not to concern themselves about her or this man’s medical care any longer. They stared back, of course, but turned and began tending to their duties as they should have been the entire time.
With that, the lieutenant closed the door, though she was still in the room with the large warrior. She turned to face him once more and motioned with her hand for him to return to the bed. Atsue made her way over to a small table where a tablet with Sokou’s recent medical records lay. She jotted a few notes on it and began to speak to her fellow vice captain again, still holding her friendly, calm tone, though somehow it still seemed a bit like a scolding than words of comfort and apology.
“I’m sorry, Tarukane-fukutaichou. I shouldn’t have raised my voice. I hope you’ll understand that my instincts are to come to the aid of those who are so obviously overpowered. He wouldn’t stand a chance against you, and we both know that.
On the other hand, if you insist upon acting like a child in the midst of a tantrum, I will treat you as such.”
Atsue finished writing her notes and moved closer to Sokou, lowering her voice even further to provide him with a bit of information on his condition. It was rather obvious that he would have questions now that he was awake.
“I’m glad to see that you’re well enough to stand, though I wouldn’t recommend it just yet. I’ve been working on you for quite some time now. Your injuries were quite grave, unfortunately. Most of your bones had been fractured in some manner from heavy impact. From what I’ve been told of the scene from which you were taken, it’s a miracle that you didn’t die.
I’ve managed to keep you in a coma state until you were more or less whole again. There’s no doubt that it would have been excruciating if you had become conscious prematurely. I’ve spent days forcing you to heal until I could barely function anymore,” she chuckled as she remembered having to be helped out of the room, making sure that she made it to her own quarters safely after she’d spent just a bit too much of her own reiatsu on healing his wounds.
“Lately I’ve been working in smaller bursts, as your body has gone through unbelievable trauma. The injury and the forced regeneration have both taken a toll on you, in fact I halted the coma treatments several days ago. It was your body that forced you to remaing that way for a while longer. The injuries you have left are not life threatening, so I am attempting to take it slowly to avoid throwing you into another state of shock.”
Atsue smiled warmly after her relatively brief overview of the Eleventh's vice captain's time in her care. If nothing else, it would give him something to think about that didn't involve being violent.
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Post by Long on Apr 21, 2008 20:15:21 GMT -4
Watching his fellow lieutenant herd her subordinates out of his room, Sokou grew anxious for the moment when he could let himself drop back onto his bed and sleep like a sack of potatoes. Sadly it didn't look like that he would be able to do that anytime soon, Atsue remaining in his room and motioning for him to return to bed; unfortunately his pride forced him to ignore the woman's good advice.
As Atsue looked over and wrote on a chart which was obviously about him, apologizing for yelling as she did. Her tone was that of a mother explaining to a child what he'd done wrong... Sokou had actually preferred when she was shouting at him over this patient and understanding bullshit. He had done wrong by that brat (not that he would ever admit it) and deserved to be put in his place, Atsue had had every right to yell at him. Hell if he had been in her place the infamous lieutenant would have resorted to brute force, not this coddling shit the healer was giving him. Where the hell had all that anger gone, he'd liked the anger.
"On the other hand, if you insist upon acting like a child in the midst of a tantrum, I will treat you as such.”
"So if I keep this up you'll put me over your knee," the shinigami winked as he said this, too bad what little appeal or effectiveness this suggestion would have held was ruined by the fact somebody had neglected to bathe him, maybe he should mention that too.
... or Sokou could just shut up and let Atsue explain what happened during the course of his treatment, which Atsue had apparently performed the majority of. Had anyone else claimed to have worked until exhaustion on healing him the tattooed shinigami would have brushed it off as someone bragging or trying to gain the favour of a high ranking officer; except he had never known Atsue to be one to brag, not to mention they held the same rank. Common sense would say that his situation had been so critical that he had required the divisions best healer (and he meant best, Nagaraku skill as a medic just didn't cut it for him), but common sense wasn't much fun.
"The injuries you have left are not life threatening, so I am attempting to take it slowly to avoid throwing you into another state of shock.”
"Or maybe you just love taking care of me?" the small smirk he had been wearing since Atsue's earlier response to the term 'crotch spawn' was now a shit eating grin, Sokou bet that if he could press the right buttons he'd get the fun, angry Atsue back...
... at least he wasn't being violent anymore.
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Post by Shizuko on Apr 21, 2008 21:22:01 GMT -4
Throughout the entirety of Atsue’s short speech involving her fellow lieutenant’s treatment, the woman couldn’t quite tell if her patient was even listening. She wasn’t sure if he had been surprised by her outburst and sudden shift back to her usual calm state, the barrage of information involving his care over the recent weeks, or even the confusion attributed to waking up after a long, tumultuous sleep. Regardless, Atsue was pleased to see that, if nothing else, the man was at least holding still and not threatening anyone’s life at the moment. That was really all she could ask for.
As she finished, Sokou’s mischievous comments made her pleasant smile shift slightly into a knowing smirk. This was more typical of the Eleventh’s lieutenant that she knew. Whether the information she’d just given had sunken in with him or not, at least he was showing hints of his usual behavior.
“Oh I do love taking care of you, Tarukane-fukutaichou,” Atsue began, with a rather veiled tone of sarcasm in her voice. “I certainly wish all of my patients would attack my subordinates! It would make my day so much more interesting!”
Though she was a soft-spoken and kind woman at heart, Atsue was hardly above sarcasm and joking with others. She was simply more subtle than most. Her cynical comments were followed by a cheery laugh. She had a feeling that using rather brash responses, Sokou was attempting to get a rise out of her (as he was known to do to just about everyone). She was hardly about to let that happen.
“Besides, you’re far too big to be put over my knee. I’d simply call Matano-taichou to deal with you,” Atsue chuckled. It was at the mention of the Eleventh’s infamous tiny Captain that the woman froze for a moment. She’d nearly forgotten!
The Fourth’s vice captain stepped back to the table with Sokou’s medical record and opened a small drawer just beneath the lip created by the tabletop. Her nimble fingers withdrew a rather large envelope, marked with the symbol of Sokou’s squad across the seal.
“Speaking of Matano-taichou, she asked that you be given this… though I use the term ‘ask’ rather loosely,” Atsue added.
The small captain had quite nearly caused a division-wide heart attack for Gotei Four with her arrival and demand to see her vice captain. Captain Matano had chosen to simply slip in via a window and jab people passing through the hallways at random until they told her where Sokou rested. She had, predictably, grown bored with waiting for him to wake up, however, and left this small package for him when she was called away for other duties.
The woman could hardly stifle her laughter as her fellow vice captain followed her gaze to the envelope’s front. Atsue returned to Sokou’s side and offered him the envelope, clearly bearing the name “Lily-chan” as well as several crudely drawn flowers. In truth, the healer had no idea what was enclosed in the packet, though knowing the captain in question, it could honestly have been anything.
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Nekomi had diligently worked on a “get well” card for her favorite subordinate. She wasn’t nearly as concerned about his chances for survival as some of the others surrounding him. She figured he was simply too damn mean to die. He’d probably pull through just for the chance at revenge, if nothing else.
The card’s front was decorated with a poorly drawn version of the captain herself along side her vice captain, standing tall with his arms crossed as he often did when dealing with her. Flowers surrounded the two figures, and in large, obnoxious lettering above the pair stood the message “GET WELL.”
The inside of the card also showed the two figures, though they were joined by an immense black cat, and flames surrounded them on all sides. The girl had a stick raised above her head and she appeared to be yelling in the direction of the man. Across the bottom, in similar large lettering as was found on the front, the message simply read “OR ELSE!” It was signed “With love, Nekomi.” Simple as can be.
The card was accompanied by a stack of papers. A small note enclosed with the packet.
Indeed, Nekomi had made an attempt at the paperwork, as the first few pages had various writing in crayon scattered over their surfaces. The writing had quickly been given up in favor of doodling on the margins of the pages, however. It could only be described as typical of the captain of Gotei 11.
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Post by Long on Apr 30, 2008 22:09:27 GMT -4
So it wasn't as easy as Sokou first thought to anger the fourth gotei's vice-captain, that just meant that the crude man could take his time and have fun with the woman. Perhaps he was an odd fellow, half-heartily flirting with his nurse not fifteen minutes after waking up after a coma. He hadn't even asked what the current state of Seireitei was, of course he'd never been one to really care. Right now all he cared about was a battle of subtle sarcasm verses an arsenal of innuendos, Sokou would deal with the pile of shit that was probably awaiting him when the time came.
“Besides, you’re far too big to be put over my knee. I’d simply call Matano-taichou to deal with you,” the thought of the tiny captain discipline him in anyway cause Sokou to once again let out a loud chuckle, he was realize the only reason the brat got to be at a decent time. Suddenly the patient cringed, he kept forgetting how messed up his body was. “Speaking of Matano-taichou, she asked that you be given this… though I use the term ‘ask’ rather loosely,”
"...The 11th division will cover the cost of repairs as usual, just send the forms over to our 3rd officer," the response was automatic and well rehearsed, it was a good thing Nekomi was cute; he wouldn't have put up with this shit if it was coming from some gawky pre-teen.
Speaking of cute, it was a good thing that Sokou wasn't the kind of guy to get embarrassed; otherwise he would be. As Atsue approached him it became clear that his taichou had left him a present, one that was obviously from the girl-child. This time she had dubbed him Lily-chan, a reference to his tattoos; how many times did he have to tell her they were lotuses.
Opening the envelope the injured vice-captain felt a genuine smile come to his face, little Neko had made him a card. As the the piece of paper made ultimate cuteness melted his heart, Sokou realized that there was still something inside... making him grow suddenly suspicious. "Figures," weeks worth of paper work, even paper that he had already finished covered in crayon...
Letting the stack of papers fall to the floor... he barely managed to mumble as he stood defeated by a pile of ruined work, "They're lotuses..."
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Post by Shizuko on May 1, 2008 17:50:41 GMT -4
Atsue stepped away to give her patient a small bit of privacy as he looked over the contents of the package that his captain had left for him. The contents of the envelope were clearly none of her business, but the medic really couldn’t help but be oddly curious about it, as amusing and unique as Captain Matano was. The woman moved closer to the door, sliding it open slightly before glancing back to her patient. She was rather surprised to see an honest smile appear upon his face. She barely realized that such a thing was possible. The infamous Tarukane-fukutaichou? Did he have a soft spot in his heart for a little girl? How interesting!
The medic chuckled softly to herself as she glanced outside the door, acting as though she’d never seen the muscular vice captain’s softhearted moment. Atsue was almost a little surprised that none of her subordinates were loitering outside of the door. Either they’d obeyed her orders to go about their business, or they were getting better at scattering when they knew she was about to check up on them. Curiosity and nosiness seemed to be a common trait among many of the non-combatant shinigami, after all.
After a moment, a young woman carrying a tray of medical supplies walked past the slightly opened door. Atsue called for the girl (who didn’t look very different from the vice captain herself, actually) in a hushed tone. They exchanged a few quiet words before the young woman walked away down the hall and Atsue slid the door closed once more.
The healer glanced back in the direction of her patient as she heard papers hit the floor. Sokou stood with a strange, downcast look across his face and he mumbled something that Atsue couldn’t quite hear. At his feet was a jumbled mess of papers, likely the contents of his crudely-decorated envelope.
The woman wasn’t quite sure what had happened. As she moved in the large tattooed man’s direction, she spoke in a tone which held a fair bit of concern. “I hope it wasn’t bad news. I suppose I should have waited a little while longer before giving that to you, but Matano-taichou had demanded that it be given to you as soon as possible.”
For a moment, Atsue wasn’t quite sure if she should pick up the papers the man had let fall to the floor. She didn’t really want to make herself witness to any unauthorized information, after all. However, she was relatively certain that Sokou wasn’t about to pick up the mess himself, even if he had been at one hundred percent health. Thus, the woman stooped and began to retrieve the fallen paperwork for him to peruse later.
“Matano-taichou wanted to be here, but she’s been called away for a meeting with the other captains at Gotei 1,” the healer continued. She’d managed to pick up all of the papers without really looking at them, and moved them to a stand next to the bed where they were set in a neat pile.
“I’ve asked that some food be brought for you, as I’m sure you’re probably hungry,” she added, still bearing her signature friendly smile.
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Post by GoldenKitten on Apr 10, 2009 3:24:29 GMT -4
Moved to Dead RP's.
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