In the normal and quiet parts of California, a woman sit's eating her breakfast. Birds flittering past the window, as she get's ready for work. Hopping onto her motorbike, while waving to the next door neighbours son. Putting on her black helmet she set's off. Swerving around a big white clinical gleam ambulance, and into the parking-lot. Shutting off the vibrating machine, and walking into the hospital calmly. Taking a board, and putting on her long white coat. The brunette ties up her hair into a bun, talking to a nurse as she walks.
"That dunce is back, this time he's caught his other cheek" groaning into her calm expression, she enters a room. Without looking at the patient, she slides the thin curtain across. The first thing to catch her eyes, was a pair of large black doc-Martin boots. Hanging from them are faded blue jeans with rips: if they were there the day he bought them, she wouldn't know.
His usual black leather coat, (that looked just like the one from the video, 'Faith by George Michael') had been thrown to the side messily. Letting the grey office shirt hang loosely, over a black t-shirt with guns on it. A red rose under it and blood dripping, both print and real. Finally reaching his face, she takes in his piercing's; he had a brand new lip stud, just above his chin. She could hear him clicking it, off his tongue bar in an impolite manner. Through all of this, the man still proceeded to chew on gum. It probably stopped him from yelling; about the bloody white pad, attached to the side of his face. But then again, he was probably used to the pain by now.
"You can't stay out of trouble, for more than a minute. Can you?" she murmur's, pulling anaesthetic out, and a set of stitching utensils. The man just grunts while crossing his leg's, to emphasise his impatience. She had become accustomed to his rude behaviours, and just let it go. Sighing she pulls the white patch off, to scan the damage. Hearing her beeper she glances at it, apparently her boss wanted a word when she was done. Holding up a bucket, she looks into the elusive eyes expectantly. Reluctantly he spits out the grey gum, that smelled distinctly of tobacco with a 'huc'. Beginning her work she finishes in record time, a jittery wreck entering with a cough. Turning around, she pushes her glasses up.
"C-can I ask you a q-question?" glancing at her watch she crosses her arms, nodding as he holds his file up. "This says we have to remove eleven stitches from Mr Weinstein…but we counted twelve" waiting for it, the new intern gulps. "S-should we leave one?" rubbing her face, she could feel the idiot on the white bed staring at her. Finding amusement in the question.
"…That's it, you're going to run laps around this hall…until I say stop" the teen laughing, as if it where a joke as she smiles. There was hell's fury inside of her eyes, however. "You think I'm kidding? JAH!" she yelps, watching the bundle of fear wince. Turning and running out the door past another doctor, whom was entering.
"You're being cruel again…" the blonde woman states, she just grunts and crosses her arms once again. The idiot behind her had started chewing on gum, again. "Since your patient is in the room. I want to run something by you. Considering he seems to find coming here a daily field-trip, I want you to give him your pager. Encase of another emergency" nodding she walks off again, the female grunting. Eventually turning to stare the chewing mess down. She had a good idea What her number would end up being used for. Writing it down, she steps out of the room. Ignoring the guy's inappropriate statements. A little later he had been standing talking to a group, glancing to a sudden uproar close by. Another scarce intern had gone to the doctor, she just stands rubbing her nose as he babbles nonsense.
"Doctor, m'am…" he stutter's, shifting and tensing, when she turns around to face him.
[1, 2, 10..] she thinks to herself as he keeps stuttering, glaring and opening her mouth. "Finish the sentence in the next three seconds, or start running" waiting the boy only manages to speak.
"Rh…ruh…rnh" blinking she rubs her eyes, with her thumb and first few finger's. The group had paused to listen.
"Oh Kami, you've actually frozen in fear" she growls with a sigh, crossing her arms and starting to sweeten her voice. "OK, I'm going to talk you through this. Big breath, and now…YAH! Get out of here, go-go-go!" she yells, making the boy squeak and run while flinching. The woman going back to working on her board, while rolling her shoulders. Trying to get back to what she was doing, but apparently she had lost it.
Watching the chimps leave, she pushes her glasses back up. Sighing and looking at the clock, three hours and she got freedom. Walking out the hospital with her helmet, she sticks it on and straps it up. Getting onto the black beauty, and turning the key to let her beast purr. Zooming off down road, she pauses at the light's. A flash car pulling up beside her, revving the engine she glances over.
[What?…why would I race you, on a motor bike?] she ponders, glancing about she looks at the light's. Gripping the handle and releasing the breaks. It would seem they were expecting her to race, once they hit green she just bluff's and set's off. Watching them speed off down the road, and attracting a hidden police cars attention. [Idiots] laughing beneath her helmet, she set's off for real. Looking into the mirror of her motorbike, she always had a fond love for a stereotypical bike.
Bulky but elegant, pure black like a jaguar, and fitted with a curved screen-shield. One that she could lean into, while she sped down the empty streets. But she'd settle for a 'Can-Am Spyder Roadster', in pure black any day. The night she could cruise down the streets with one, was the moment she drooled and flooded the entirety of America. Then again, she would also always dream of the day she could have, or even just Touch, an 'Hayabusa'. Or an irreplaceable, 'Yamaha Star Vmax'. In her mind space she had almost drove right past her own house, it would have been embarrassing if she was forced to turn and come back. Like some puppy, that had been kicked. Entering the house she see's her kitchen is a state, not that it worried her. Stepping further, in she finds her sister splashing about some kind of get together.
"Of course ill be there, what time?" she states, nodding and then hanging up. Jumping to her feet to greet her sister, whom was preparing to make them dinner. "Sis' I'm going out for the entire night, don't wait up" she waves in a nonchalant manner, the brunette giving a strange expression towards this.
"No, you're not. Celeste" she grunts making her sister pause, turning in a strop of anger.
"Yes I am, my friends invited me so there! We're all girls anyway, what's the worst that could happen? Unless you, my doctor sister, think I can get pregnant that way" sighing the woman glares, why would she be out all night then. If it would be an all girls meeting?
"Why don't you come with me? Since it's your weekend off, you look like you need the relief" glancing into the mirror of the oven-cooker, she rubs her cheeks. She didn't look that bad, her job wasn't actually as stressful - like it used to be. "That's a great idea, c'mon I'll choose your outfit if you want. And do your make-up, and hair!" without even getting a decision, she finds herself dragged up the wooden steps to the bedroom. Wincing when her hair is yanked too hard, or almost burned with hot straightner's.
Wearing comfortable black jeans, and flat shoes. The woman plays with the curled locks, extending down her back. A hip length grey shirt covering her, with a symbol over one pocket. Pulling on her jacket they head out, her sister was in a short skirt. Boots and a light-blue shirt, with rose petals cascading down it. Her hair tied up neatly as they get a bus, her sister giving an estranged stare to them driving out of the city. Towards a more deserted part of town.
"Are you sure, this is the right way?" the brunette enquires, peering around. Her sister just nods, dragging them both further into the area. Past a sign that stated no entry, and past a looming black factory. Behind this lifeless form however was an abundance of life, people of all ages walking about and gossiping. It looked like a whorehouse, the way the women were dressed. But it could easily have been mistaken for a mosh-pit too, the thing that takes her attention is all of the cars lined up.
Flashy and stylish as people lure in each other with looks and engine purr's, glaring she finally speaks when they are at a moderately quiet area.
"You never told me we would be going to an illegal, drift racing track" she states, unsurely peering around again. Ignoring any strange looks or wolf whistles, but they where probably for her sister and not her.
"I didn't? oh…sorry" she laughs, rubbing the back of her head. Sighing she ends up left in the dust, after crowds separate them. Winding up in a building, she walks it's deserted steps. Finding the rooftops to peer about, leaning against the wall to find them lining up for the first set of races. Sighing she watches with a bored manner, it was quiet at least but not for long as her sister comes bumbling out.
"There you are, I found my friends" she states seeing her sister turn to look at them, twitching when the recognisable one stares back, no. Just N.O.
"Well…then I'll just assume their all just flat chest, women" her eyes slitting as her sister laughs, again rubbing her head to yet another lie. Grunting she turns her head, she couldn't be bothered fighting after having such a stressing day at work. Three of her patients almost died from the idiot newbie's, they couldn't do a single thing right.
"You told her we were girls? un" she heard one whisper in a gruff manner, her sister smiles and shrugs. This was probably a plan to get her out of the house. It would explain where she would be, the Entire night.
"Sis', I'm betting on my first race tonight. Who should I go with?" coming over her sister stays leaning on the wall, her azure eyes that where staring to a window turning down to glance.
"The red one" she states, dully looking back up into deep space. Her sister squints her eyebrow, looking back down at the car.
"Why?…it doesn't look very fast" glancing back down, she tenses to a godforsaken engine roar.
"Ohm...these cars are horrible" she groans rubbing her head, they weren't hurting her head physically. But mentally they were starting a world-war-three. "The engines sound like geese, caught in a wind-tunnel void" she shudder's, as her sister giggles softly.
"Sounds like you're enjoying your self now" turning her head the doctor pops gum, her sister gasping as she gives a sand sign back. The doctor suddenly glaring. "Now, why did you choose the red one?" grunting the brunette sigh's, listening for something before pointing.
"Go for the grey one, bottom left. Third down" watching her stare she nods, scribbling it down and then handing it to the guys.
"You sure?…that's a new competitor's car" they whisper, causing the teen to become unsure. Looking enquiringly at her sister, before mouthing for them to change it. She knew what was going on behind her, all too well. The curled hair shifting as she complains under her breath, at any car that had a fault, or at least to her had a problem.
"Calm down will you, no need to take a hissy-fit about it. Their the new drivers…" looking at the albino, the eyes take a gander at his punk outfit.
"And I take it you know something about cars?" rolling his eyes, he holds a badge proudly. It looked like it had been laminated, and stuck together with putty.
"I own the racer down there, we're basically the sizzle in this drizzle" staring at him her mouth opens, she seemed amused. But without any expression to what he had just said. "Trust me, I know cars" he adds trying to show pride.
"You probably don't even know, where New-Zealand is" grinning he opens his mouth, everyone else had covered their eyes or ears.
"Well, you can dance your way there. From Old-Zealand" why did he have to answer the question, with something so stupid.
"…Are, you an idiot?" grinning at the compliment he nods, taking in what had been said when there is a snigger. Shaking his head quickly, sighing she turns her head back around to watch. Her eyes stunned to a shining black knight. "I'll…be right back" running past them, and out the small door. They wait and see her come out the bottom, straight over to a guy with long black hair and a leather bikers jacket. "Excuse me?" she enquires, as he turns around. The golden eyes glinting, as she stares with awe at the bike.
"Can I help you?" his voice hissing slightly, but she hadn't registered it properly.
"I couldn't help noticing, but is that the 1983 Suzuki RG250?" she enquires, making his eyes widen slightly, a grin bursting out as he nods.
"My, don't you know your bikes…yes it is" kneeling she stares at the bike with awe, smiling in a dazzled manner to the obviously liquid cooled engine. And two stroke parallel twin reed valve's, (stick that in your pipe and smoke it).
"I haven't seen one this well kept, in years. It's amazing to see one again, this close anyway" standing up, she glances at a helmet being held out. Looking at him in confusion.
"I don't normally, but do you want a ride? It's not always that I get to meet someone, who knows and can appreciate this" gasping she nods, taking the helmet from him as she thanks him politely. "Orochimaru, and you are?" he enquires, helping her onto the back. Her hands gripping his jacket, while he starts the engine.
"Dawn, it's an honour to meet you" she smiles feeling a shudder of excitement when they speed off, her sister and friends don't seem as pleased however. After a good hour of turns, and dust wheels. They come back, giving him the helmet she seems rather giddy.
"That was awesome, the engine purr's like a kitten" she smiles, Orochimaru nodding pleasantly.
"Feel free to come talk to me, I would enjoy battling your knowledge on bikes" smiling she shakes his hand, running off quickly but slowing down. Her knee's where still shaky from the ride.
Finding them gone from the roof, she goes to the edge. The cars had already left for the laps, leaving it free of any revving engines. Dawn could officially tick that ride off her list, she would probably never get to ride a bike like that every again. Sighing like a schoolgirl in love, she melts into her elbow and collarbone.
"Oi…doctor chick" glancing at the guy from the hospital, she raises her eyebrow. A few moments later, she had him sitting on the wall while she checked his stitches. A few had torn somehow, not bad enough to cause any severe damage, but there would surly be a bruise in the morning.
"What do you do, to end up like this? Lie on the racetrack, with a sign that's says, 'hit me - I'm a speed bump' ?" she enquires, biting the black thread and tying it neatly. That should hold until he does another reckless stunt.
"My idiot partner is always getting in to a fight with me" glancing at him, she rolls her eyes. Giving a short 'hm' when he grunts, to her pulling the other ones. Just to make sure they where okay.
"Then stay away from him, or you'll end up mummified in stitches" she mutter's, letting him pull his shirt back down. For a free-style racer his body wasn't bad, it ruined it that he sounded like a New-Yorker however. He was defiantly strong, his muscular arms and stomach bulging from his shirt. Even if it was supposed to be baggy. Large tanned hands and a tattoo on his wrist, humming she glances at the time table. Apparently there were three more laps to go, before they could even begin to announce a winning car.
"I didn't see you as the kind of person, to come here" he mutter's trying to kill the silence, grunting she yawns.
"I'm not, I was dragged here thinking it would be a warm girls night in…glad I came though" she smiles going back to thinking of the motorbike ride, she wished they could keep going around for longer.
"I don't get the whole rap thing…" someone suddenly states coming out, glancing at the tanned punk whom stares back. The group glancing at them both suspiciously. "Kakuzu, explain to me what Doctor-Dre means, by still hittin' those corners. And those hoe-hoe's" the tanned punk twitching, just because he wasn't white, didn't mean he had a thing for rap. The albino guy butting in to reply to the question instead, not that Kakuzu really minded however.
"Many disadvantaged African Americans have limited nutritional choices, there for they must subsist on hoe-hoe snack cakes - it's a black thing" the doctor snickers gathering some attention, smiling she pretends to wipe her eyes.
"Actually, it's still hitting those corner's in them low-low girl's. It's not hoe-hoe's, in the hood low-low is a low rider. Or a car with an adjusted suspension, that allows it too bounce up and down" her body and hand going up, and down, to emphasise her statement. Her sister twitching her eyebrow, where the hell did Dawn get all this information? "Dre and Snoop enjoy driving around together, in their low-riders around the corners, or lizzle-rizzles" her sister slightly dazed, as a blue guy laughs at the albino.
"Hidan, you just got schooled on rap. By one of the biggest white chick's in America. For shame, and you're the rap lover here" they all smirk, while the doctor goes back to staring into space. Ah how she would just love to ride another motorbike, she had already moved back onto her own subject.
Hearing the cars coming for the final, she prepares to see the winner. Her sister staring hopefully, as Dawn tries to ignore Kakuzu staring at her.
"And the winner is…Dust-Skull! The new guy as fêted the older challengers!" waiting for it, she hears her sister cursing sadly. Now the tanned nuisance was staring at her, with more interest than before.
"Well, I am going…it's late and cold" the brunette states, finding the tanned one following her. Glancing at him, she pauses to let him catch up.
"You know you wont get a bus…not now" raising her eyebrow. she looks at his multicoloured eyes.
[And what is he going to do about it. Yell until a bus came whimpering with it's exhaust between it's wheels?]
"You can come back to my place…for coffee" raising her eyebrow further she stares at him as if he was off his head, he probably was the way he acted. She wasn't an idiot either, but he probably knew that and meant to make it obvious.
Prepared to say she would much rather walk, it dawned on her. There was a thick sheet of lashing rain, inch's from her nose. Sighing Dawn follows the tanned punk around a corner, getting into a bright blue car that would surely have planes flying into it - given half the chance. Staring out the window, she attempts to ignore the smell of cigarettes, booze and sex; this guy did just about everything, that would probably kill him. Shutting her eyes, Dawn concentrates on the engine vibrating. Almost like a heart beat, as the fuel circulates around the car's steel veins.
She would probably have fallen asleep, if it weren't for Kakuzu prodding her shoulder. Glancing at him, she had almost forgotten what he looked like. The doctor wasn't exactly used to being this close to someone like him. He was a rugged kind of scruffy, not the usual clean-cut and neatly presented man she would look at.
Following the tanned punk into the house, she could hear him chewing loudly again. Surprisingly he had a clean house, a few pictures of cottages perched on the walls. Taking off her shoes, she peer's around the area. There was something odd about this place. Shaking it off, when he whistles for her to stop trailing behind. As suspected they didn't make coffee, but instead went straight upstairs. The clean house subsiding to a messy, teenage angst, of a bedroom.
Clothes thrown everywhere, and poster's littering any space on the wall. Drawers where pulled asunder, and the rooms light was covered up. To make it only marginally light.
A computer to the side, with an inappropriate picture printed on it. A woman in the stark swimming in money, above and behind this was a playboy calendar. With just about the same thing. It had been left from three month's ago, he probably took pride in that one picture. Hearing him shut the door, she glances about again. A bed sat to the very corner. A fancy circular bed that was kicked about, thumping her head off a hanging rope, she stares at it momentarily.
Feeling the strong arms wrap around her hips, she widens her eyes. This was the big question, was she really going to sleep with the twenty-five-year-old, from teenage hell? The kissing was weird, she kept hitting her tongue off his bar. At least he tasted like gum. But that didn't hide one key fact, it was like being face first in an ashtray. Now on the bed, she had one leg up against his ribcage while the other hung lifelessly off the curve of the bed.
Kakuzu's strong hands rubbing up and down, peeling back a layer each time. Until he feels her skin. Dawn shuddering when his cold hands touch skin, it was like being pressed against a rusty, ice-cold, sheet of metal. It didn't look like she was going to escape him, as he begins to bite her neck. She could feel his stitches rubbing against her, as he removes his shirt to loom back over.
Grunting that morning, she had hidden under the cover's. Something that smelled like dog food, had been licking her face. Opening her dazed, sky-blue eyes, she jumps to the sight of a large Rottweiler. Watching her obediently, over the side of the bed. Gripping a blanket up by her chest, Dawn could feel a larger figure now up against the back of her. An eerie cloud of pure evil penetrating her soul, and scaring the dog off out the door. Glancing up at the elusive green and red eyes, she could tell from the expression, that he was Not a morning person.
Putting arms around her, she finds her self dragged back down. Staring forwards there is a disgruntled snore, her eyebrow twitching - he was still asleep? Escaping his grip, she manages to find her undergarments. At least she would be somewhat covered up, if that dog came back. Hearing the door shift again she looks over, her eyes moving from legs to a female face. Dawn's pupil's dulling, who the hell is that?
"Oh, hello there. I didn't know Kakuzu had brought someone home" she smiles sweetly, Dawn blinks in a confused manner, his sister perhaps? Downstairs after being helped too find clothes, awkwardly, she sit's at a large table. Apparently this middle-aged punk was his mother, who would have guessed with her blue Mohawk. Jeans and frayed shoe's? His father whom was eating at the other side, was moderately normal. Or so it seemed until he put the paper down, to reveal a rollercoaster of bolts in his face, and bright red spiked hair.
Hearing feet, just about every chair is pulled for someone to sit. She had been officially surrounded by five other people, all ginger and with piercing attached to almost every part of their face. Now Dawn was terrified, and yet fighting herself not to snigger at all of the bright orange in her eyes. It was amazing, how all of them where redhead's. Now she was questioning if Kakuzu, infact dyed his hair.
The brunette had decided not to eat, and it was probably better that way. The last thing she would want to do, was spit food at the guy opposite her at the table. Finding the disgruntled punk sit down besides her, he doesn't look pleased. His mother just smiles sweetly, and gives him something to eat. Everyone pausing when there is a beeping sound resonating from the female, smiling nervously she pulls out her pager to glance at.
"I have to go…" she states pushing in the table, bowing her head before grabbing her coat from the back of the chair. "Thank you for the offer, on the breakfast. Try not get in to trouble, again. Kakuzu" she states disappearing swiftly out the door, Konan blinking as she watches the brunette scurry off past the window.
"What was that one?" the brother with a bang and ponytail enquires, his abnormal brother muttering under his breath.
"A doctor" there is a gasp, and a choking sound from the table.
"Like, a medical doctor. The kind that heals people? Since when did you date someone like that?" his father, Pein, enquires with his eyebrow hitched. Kakuzu dipping further into his chair.
"Yeah, I know her…she comes down to the surgery area every, so often" another brother points out, looking back to the tanned sibling. "But…why her? She isn't known as the devil's doctor for nothing, you know" he questions curiously, only the most daring would date her. Let alone talk too her, if they didn't have to.
"I think it's good that he took interest, in someone smart…maybe she should come for dinner tonight…" Konan smiles, thinking back to all of the other woman he had brought back to stand before her. She couldn't help but find amusement in the fact that - no matter who he brought home - they would always freak out when they met the family.
"You probably wont see that one again" their bold and rather chubby son states, no hindrance in his opinion. Kakuzu glaring at his eggs and bacon as they all chatter.
"How'd you meet?" another, that almost resembles their father, enquires. Kakuzu had to think about it, would it really be okay saying where they had their first encounter?
"About five years ago…when I went in for a stitching session on my leg" he murmur's, getting a surprised sound from his mother.
"You've known her that long?" shaking his head, he finally looks up from his plate. He still sounded irritated, as the dog licks his hand from under the table.
"Sort of…I don't really talk too her" he mutter's trying to eat, apparently his fat-lard of a brother had stolen, and ate, his. While he wasn't looking.
"I think you should invite her back--" his mother watching the doctor coming back, as if she knew they where talking about her. They could hear the brunette from the hallway.
"Ah-heh…where am I?" her voice laced with confusion, as she is spotted running back along the street again. Kakuzu wandering back in to sit down, blushing slightly out of embarrassment.
"She doesn't seem that bad…" his father mumbles, which surprises them. Their father was always the kind of person who didn't respect any woman, any brought home by his sons anyway. They never seemed worthy of his appreciation.
In the hospital the flustered doctor enters, a flock of interns running right past her. Blinking she whistles at them, the group stopping. "Stop now…" she states seeing most of them flop over, Tsunade smirking as she hands her a clip board and file.
"You'll like the sound of this, Nagato - the coma patient? He woke up last night" Dawn could hear a holy song spinning through her ears, entering the room she looks at the crimson haired boy.
"Hello, how are we feeling?" she enquires, checking a chicken scratched board at the bottom of his bed. He just stares at her as she waits for a reply, but doesn't get one.
"He refuses to speak…we're not sure why" Tsunade states, making her raise a fine eyebrow. Crossing her arms, she stares him down. He had dull grey eyes, just like that group from Kakuzu's house.
"It shouldn't be too hard…" she states, tilting her head making the blonde raise an eyebrow. The redhead seems confused to begin with.
"Well…I'll leave you too it. He is your patient" she states turning and leaving, Dawn going back to her work on the board before pinning it up.
"I assume they've told you how long you've been out for…" seeing him glare, she raises her eyebrow. Was he trying to scare her, or perhaps threaten her? "Listen up there, Molly menopause. I need you too settle down. Your scaring everyone in the hospital, I mean my Kami. Their delivering a baby upstairs, and the poor kid is using the umbilical cord too crawl the hell back in" she says, making his eyes widen. Apparently he had never been spoken to like that before.
"You can't just…" he weakly speaks, seeing her lips curl up. Now he looked more like a highland-cow in headlights, with his fringe over his eyes.
"Alright, how are you feeling?" she enquires sitting down, after their long conversation she get's up. "I'll call your family, they'll be pleased to know you're awake now" stepping out she glances around, spotting 'Animal' coming towards her. Pausing she raises her eyebrow to the pony tailed surgeon.
"Do…you want to come too dinner tonight" furrowing her brow in confusion, she stares up at him.
[Did I just hear that correctly?]
"Kakuzu…would ask but he's a little shy" the red head states, trying to ignore any fan-nurses waving at him.
"If he wanted to, he would have paged me…what are you up too?" Dawn questions, slitting her eyes. Ending in them both walking together, down the hallway.
"Look…our parents rarely like any women that are brought home. And Kakuzu never, ever, brings his home…as you could probably tell…and--" humming she sigh's,
[Yeah, he shags them in the back of his car], smirking she hadn't heard what else he had said. [Just go with the last thing he says…] she thinks, as his voice fades in again.
"…--What do you say?" he askes, towering above her. His dark green scrub's under the white jacket, seeming lighter in the sunlight from the window.
"What's in it for me?" she questions, that should work. Blinking he rubs his head, he probably hadn't thought of that part.
"Company?" rolling her eyes, she looks away with crossed arms. She got enough of it with her sister, who she should have perhaps phoned. "Look…we're having a party, your sister will be there" sometimes you just have to bite the bullet, it wasn't like she would be there with someone she could talk too. But at the same time she didn't want her sister to be there alone.
"Fine, but only because I don't trust my sister with eleven or so, horny men" she sternly mutter's, stepping away. Hearing the guy shouting back, that it would be casual wear.
And there she was again, walking the sidewalk towards Kakuzu's house but she stops. Did she really want to go? Looking like a nutcase, she ponders quietly. Just a few beers, it wouldn't kill.
[Just show up, and then leave after an hour or so] Standing in the hallway, there were even more people than she thought. The tanned punk had disappeared along with her sister, and just about anyone she knew. Sitting on the porch in the backyard, she sit's away from sight. So much for a get together, she didn't even fit into the dress code. If it weren't for Asura, then Dawn would have been thrown out. Wincing when something hit's the side of her head, her eyes slit and swivel dangerously to the thrower. Who ever it was had jumped behind a bush again.
[What the hell was that…] standing up, the brunette turn's to leave. Another one thrown at the back of her head. Trying to curve her anger, the brunette cracks when one shoots past her head. Stepping over her hand delves into the bush. Prizing something and pulling them out, holding Deidara by the collar she readies a knuckle-sandwich for his face.
"Sis' calm down! We were only trying to get your attention" Celeste plight's, quickly sticking her head out the bush. Her readied fist growing tense, as she glares the helpless blonde down. What was, he doing, in a bush, with her sister? "Dawn~ put him down…" she pouts weakly, as the brunette drops him. Her eyes going straight to a lip piercing, what was she doing with a piercing Dawn didn't authorize? "Uh…about the piercing…" she could tell her sister was on the boarder line of a freak out, oh how Celeste knew but seemed to always burn her.
By doing the opposite to what she told her every time. "I've decided I'm not going to be listening to you, considering I'm twenty tonight!" what where these ass-hats doing too her sister? Piercing's, late nights, illegal places, drink, sex, rock and roll…and now she wasn't going to do what she was told, completely? Slowly her lip starts to twitch while her eyes close, a smile appearing. This freaked her sister out, which gave a wave of confusion to the others.
"Really? Then I suppose you understand this means responsibility, yes?" she enquires getting a nod. "I hope you have a flat in mind" she states taking her sister back for only a moment.
"Oh yeah, I did that already. I got a flat near my friends in the city, it'll be great" humming Dawn nods, pausing she rubs her chin in thought.
"That means I can sell the house…" she states, Celeste gasping at the notion and glaring.
"But you can't sell---" she is cut off in her rant by her sister ignoring her, she wasn't in the mood for it now.
"I don't need it if I live alone, besides I want a smaller house. I need the money anyway, a nice…tight and homely…cheaper and cosy place" the brunette drifting off into her own world, what she could do with a nice little flat. Cosy and all hers, somewhere her sister couldn't find.
"Why?" she dares to question, the brunette snapping back out into realty. Sometimes the answer you get is the one you least expect, but more often than not. The answers we've been waiting for, is the one we expected all along.
"…Because, I hate you" she smiles turning to leave them in the dust, yes Celeste had officially burned her sister. The sibling gasps again, but cannot say a word. The doctor had later that week went to see her shrink, whom sat cross legged listening to her. Of course like all the other emotional fairies, that would apparently magic it all better before him - this one was on the breaking point.
"I got very drunk last night...and I decided, that I'm not giving up on you. So... how'd you do with my counting exercise?" he enquires, pushing his spiked while hair back, and fixing the white pad over his eye. He had lately had eye surgery.
"Honestly, I tried it once and I thought it was stupid" the brunette remarks, crossing her legs in a cavalier manner.
"That's it, we're done" the man states, getting up to leave the room. He had honestly become completely sick of her.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're dumping me?" she enquires. raising her eyebrow. Most of the time, she broke them then left at her own will. Never in the history of her mad sadistic emotions, had she ever had this.
"I hope we can remain friends!" he states, slamming the door with a smile. Dawn sighing and grabbing her coat, lately everything had gone down the tube.
Three of her patient, that had their own different illnesses, had died on her in the space of a week. Her sister was off gallivanting in bars, and she was now unsure of what to do. One of her latest patients was suffering from blackouts, but no one could figure out why. And no one would talk to her like usual. Everyone was avoiding her because, lately she had been venting off onto them. Sitting in a room she rubs her head, staring at the charts. What could possibly be wrong with her, getting onto her bike she hover's along the empty streets out of town.
Thundering down an old track, she used to go to when she was younger. When ever her parent's decided they wanted to take their drinking out on her. Celeste was perhaps lucky that way, she never had to worry about that. She would never know why, but Dawn would always lock her in the bedroom at night. Telling her that if she tried to leave the room, monsters would get her. She didn't care if cottoning her sister was a bad thing to do. The doctor knew that their childhood ruined her life, she didn't want that to be passed onto the innocent one.
She guessed that when you care about someone, you'll do whatever you can to make them happy. At least that was her intentions. At the same time she blame's herself for what was now happening. If her sister saw the bad side of life earlier, maybe she wouldn't find it so funny. Celeste wouldn't think it was all a game; something that she could stop when ever she felt like it, or rewind backwards. The alcohol wouldn't leave her like that, she would grow too attached to it.
The truth is, it is all of your memories, the joyful ones and the heartbreaking ones; that make up who you are as a person. Maybe Dawn took that away from Celeste, by keeping her away from the bad things. And passing on every terrible moment to her own shoulders, to keep her sister intact and weightless. Sometimes you just have to do what's right for your loved ones, even if it means sacrificing your own happiness.
Twisting the handle on her bike, she does another tight corner. Her leg almost grinding against the dirt-track, right over a bump and back down through a puddle. Celeste drove her around the bend, period. It was a mystery to how one woman, could drive her crazy - over and over again. And could then, just as easily, bring her right back down to earth afterwards. Image, and face, intact. Lifting up and off another hill, she could clearly see a group watching her. She'd run them over if it weren't illegal, but that didn't mean she couldn't scare them. Turning back around the bend, the source of light that allowed them to see her vanishes. Putting her bike on silent, she drives up towards them.
"W-where did he go?" someone questions, lighting a torch to scan the track.
"He can't have just vanished…" another whisper's, close by the rally becomes silent. A set of shrill scream's resonating, as a group come out. Yelling and crying their little lungs out.
"He's back! He's back, the rider is back!" they cry, as everyone raises their eyebrows. "The shadow-rider! We saw him, at his old track" they crumble into each others arm's, everyone just stares at them as if they where off their nut.
"Oh please, he doesn't exist. He's just a story, to freak kids out" Orochimaru states with his arms crossed, the two men panicking.
"B-but we saw him! We both did!" they plight, the only other person to stand up for them was Tobi. Apparently he had run into the ghost-rider one night, during a thunderstorm. Everyone else begin's to ask who this 'shadow-rider' was, everyone being silenced to try calm them down.
"The 'shadow-rider', is a man who died in a motorbike accident on the highway. He is said to have murdered victims, and brought them here to finish the job. He apparently only comes out on the night's of his murdered victims, or when his soul becomes restless and tormented. He is said to take rider's that stray off the path on the off-set, if they go too far from the light of the road that was set up" Pein states, making people quiver with thought.
"What does he do to the drivers?" someone yelps in a quivering voice, this information hadn't helped the two who had apparently saw him.
"He chains them up, and cut's their hearts out…no one knows what he does with them though. Oh and he comes out when you say his name" someone butt's in quickly, some people laugh. While other's just shudder to the thought. Dawn just shakes her head, ghosts - honest, who really believed in them?
At work she had gotten the 'great' opportunity to weigh Naraka, Kakuzu's brother, she had done this before and was now starting too get annoyed with his over-eating.
"Nine pounds, in a week? Let me ask you a quick question, are you trying to make my head explode?" the bruennette snaps, his grey eyes widening with surprise. "Because you have no idea, just how frustrating it is working your ass off. Trying too inflate a tiny little balloon, inside someone's clogged arteries" she growls at him, his bottomless mouth widening with shock, as she takes another breather. "And all that person really has to do is, oh I don't know, go for a walk. Or choke down a fresh green salad, and you come back here looking like that?!" raising her hand's up, she emphasises just how annoyed she really is. "And I know, here I'm supposed to be doctor give a crap, but do you want to know the god-awful truth? - And this is fact - you are what you eat…and you clearly went out, and devoured, a big fat guy. Didn't you?" she glares turning to look around, questing the bald brother. His grey eyes sternly glare, as Dawn shakes her head.
"You have to keep him away from the cupboards, lock them or something" she sigh's back, leaving the room. She still hadn't figured out what was wrong with her black-out patient, and it was starting to stress her. Standing on the roof with hands in her pockets, she stares up at the greying sky. Pressing her glasses up, as she tweaks slightly. Pulling out a pack of cigarette's to examine, she rarely smoked. Or at least tried not too, it was hard with a job like hers.
Popping one out she stares at it, rain thudding the side of her cheek. Groaning and grabbing her forehead, to the phone screaming in her pocket. Answering it she listen's to the woman on the other end, having a panic attack. Raising her eyebrow, she taps her foot with the phone away from her ear.
"Would you say your son has been in contact with any exotic primates this year?" she enquires, looking back up at the rain drizzling on her gently. The woman starting to slow down her face.
"We've been to the zoo, yes" she states in a worried manner, the brunette rubbing the back of her head. Ruffiling her hair slightly.
"And while you where there, did he go ahead and jump into the cage. And play toss the poop, with the other monkeys? Because if he did, then yes, he might just have Juba. If that's the case, then it would be way down on the list of your problems" hearing the woman hang up she sigh's, pocketing the mobile in her side jacket.
People where getting stupider, and stupider by the day. Gripping the back of her head with both hands, she does a short spin on the back of her heel. What was she to do, she hated not being able to figure something out. Seeing something go for the back of her head she turns, flying back when a soccer ball hit's the side of her face. Groaning on the ground, she sit's up to look at the brown leather. Grunting and picking up the ball, staring at it with crossed legs something dawns on her.
"Hey…can I get a CT scan on Mrs Barnsley?" waiting she hangs up, she just hoped that would give her some kind of answers to what was wrong with her. Staring at the ball, she stands up and leans over the edge. Looking up at the taller roof after, weird. No one was around.
"That'll teach her to shout at one of us…" Asura mutter's patting his fat brother's back, at the moment he had been eating ice-cream. Muttering that he wasn't fat, just big boned.
"Oh, what happened to you?" Tsunade questions looking at the uncared for scratch on the side of her face, Dawn just rubs it with a hanky and shrugs.
"Tripped…" she smiles, glancing at the blonde. Who had been staring at the chart for sometime now.
"I wanted to put Mr Bingham in for an operation…" she finally points out, the brunette woman blinking. Why would he need the surgery?
"The guys a thousand, what? Is he going too take a steamroller to Europe, open up a café and find that nine-hundred year old girl of his dreams?" Tsunade rolling her eyes, as they walk down the hallway. Dodging Kabuto whom was their usual patient, with 'walking corpse syndrome'. The guy thought he was a ghost, haunting the corridors.
"It could improve his quality of life" she adds, looking to see Dawn rolling her eyes.
"It's your own risk…" she states, going around the corner to the desk near the CT office. Knocking and without even being spoken to, the file is launched at her arms. Scanning it she sigh's, the doctor had caught it before anything worse could have happened. Apparently a small brain tumour had been growing, right against the nerves in her vision. When strained they had been causing black spots to appear, before a complete blackout. The reaction sending pain to the lobes, which was why she thought something hit her in the side of the head, the first time.