Extra-Chapter

At the last floor of Takigakure's Hospital, the last visitors were leaving the room Kegon and Yoro shared. They could have chosen to stay in separate rooms but after what they went through, they needed one another company. Unfortunately for Kegon, they arrived too late to fix his arm. It would take months for the injury to cicatrize properly but aside from anemia and physical exhaustion, he was doing well and would be able to leave the hospital within a week. The same was for Yoro, who was still thinking that their families and friends did much ado about nothing. On the other hand, he enjoyed spending some time with his old friend outside missions, so he didn't mind to stay at the hospital a couple of days more.

"How do you think she's doing?" Kegon said who was staring at the plafond.

"I don't know, man. I feel sorry for her. The leaders did a poor job keeping her isolated, the poor girl doesn't know how to behave herself, really, said Yoro who turned his head right to look at Kegon, then paused for a couple of seconds, absorbed by his thoughts. You know, I was just thinking about what happened. I mean, it just looked like a sketch. She literaly invited... Kakuzu... over a cup of tea, hahaha!"

"Oh shut it, they will hear you" Kegon said bitting his lower lip to not burst into laughter like his neighbor.

"That should be taught on the Academy, you know? How to unsettle your opponent by inviting him for dinner, hahaha! Did you see his face? Even the other guy didn't understand what was going on, hehe!"

To laugh was all they needed at the moment. Kegon was well aware of his condition and didn't know if he would ever be able to perform ninjutsu. Medicine was doing great advances every days and they told him that there were experimenting new kinds trasplants. There was hope and he was grateful for that.

However, the hard part had yet to come. That there was hope didn't mean he would be able to fully recover, and the idea of not being able to accept his fate was scaring him. But he had a family and friends who supported him and on whom he could count in hard times, unlike others, and for that he was grateful.

He kept replaying the scene in his and, he couldn't help but think that the meeting seemed almost surreal, and that the situation had been close to absurd. It had been a stupid incident, almost as if he was destined to happen anyway. And meeting Kakuzu, a living myth, made all the whole situation surreal. What did he thought? Where had he been? How was he able to live for so long? An strange thought popped up among all these questions, that Fuu's idea wasn't that wrong. He shook his head to chase it away, the painkillers were definitively blurring his mind.

Deep down, he was grateful Fuu had not been injured. She had no one she could call family and most of the villagers had a twisted idea on her condition of jinchuuriki, which was a pity. Fuu was a jovial and very lively. And even if it was true that she could drive them crazy like no one, it was her own way to fill that loniless. He knew she was feeling extremely guilty for what happened, but during the journey back to the village they were so focused and tired they hadn't had the strength to reassure her. Yoro hoped Shibuki would cheer her up a little. Next time, he would ask to let her come visit them.
"Hey, man"

"Yeah, what?"

"I'm hungry."

"Me too. I'm starving..."

"Okay, you call the nurse."

"You jerk, I am disabled! Do it yourself!"

"Man, are you kidding me? You're closer to the bell than me! It's on your right idiot, you still have your right arm doing fine."

"It can't move, it's morning its twin's disappearance, leave it alone" replied Yoro exhibiting his bandaged arm.

"So I have to get up and everything just because you're taking advantage of the situation, uh? I swear you have no shame...

Seriously, I thought you were better than that."

"Sorry to disappoint you. Now, can you call the nurse?"