Well, I walked over to this computer with the utmost ambition to write this chapter and finish it by the time I go to bed. I've had this sudden, powerful inspiration to write…um, while I was in the bathroom. Gross, I know…oh, I was only going peepee! I wasn't doing anything weird!!
Anyway, I am very pleased with the feedback and I'm so happy that I'm fit to burst! Thank you all so very much!
As for why I haven't been writing much, I am so terrible sorry. I'm a senior this year and I am damned determined to do well. I've been busy studying and working on homework and volunteering and stuff. And…honestly, the inspiration to write anything has just died. I don't know why and I don't like it, but I hate to force write because it is ugly. Not fun for me, not good for you. But!! I have the inspiration and I'm gonna do it. That happy bubbly feeling is absolutely pounding in my chest because I'm having (going to) fun.
Please excuse the long AN. I just wanted to give some reason, not excuse (because doing my HW is important /) as to why I haven't existed for a while.
Many, many thanks are in order.
VampireArgonian92: Thanks for confirming, I kind of figured, but confirmation is nice.
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Shinda: Thanks! I'm so glad you like this story.
Razell: Thanks! Nobody else mentioned Old Lady Tora, and I was so worried about having her in the story. I think that Sakon's "lipstick" is actually part of his Kekkei Genkai.
1on1/SadisticManiac: I'm glad you like the story. If you didn't read the AN, please do as it explains my absence.
That's it for the thank yous. Please review when you are done, that's what I love most about writing because then I know it makes people happy.
Disclaimer: Naruto (the manga/show) is not mine. However, I am currently enjoying this opportunity to write for it.
A/N MAJOR SUPER IMPORTANT!!
I just watched the episodes with Sakon and Ukon over again, and I have something very important wrong!! Sakon and Ukon didn't die from senbon, as I had previously thought. They died from the Crow's knives.
Because this is AU-ish, please ignore this. Inside the Ant could have been lots of poison filled senbon, we don't know. Please play along with me, and forgive my ignorance.
ANOTHER THING! It says to the many websites I have been to, that Sakon and Ukon are 14. I believe this age to be too… "innocent" so I wish to make them 15. I would prefer 16, but that is too much.
Quite honestly, I hope to write lemons (we will speak of these later, you need not worry!!) and I think that 14 is too young for sex in this story, because Yori is 16. I hope this hasn't offended any of my younger readers.
Their birthday really is June 20th, for future reference.
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Chapter three
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Sakon's recovery was going to be hell. Anyone with eyes could see that. Or anyone with ears for that matter; Sakon complained, if not as much, then more than Old Lady Tora herself. He complained about the smell of the hospital (smelled too clean), his food (too seasoned), his pillow (too soft), his nurse (the male nurse was copping a feel), and-- "What the hell do you want?" he spat at Hana. She had just walked into the room with her assistant, Yuma.
"I've come to check on you, Sakon-san."
Sakon narrowed his eyes, "You mean you've come to interrogate me!" Ever since his throat healed, he had come to the belief that every person who spoke to him was there to interrogate him about his other head, his brother. They claimed to be ordinary doctors. Everyday, ordinary people doing everyday, ordinary things.
He didn't buy it.
"How is…your other head?" Hana asked uncomfortably. See? It was all about his brother. They wanted information on his Kekkei Genkai, and possibly Orochimaru-sama.
Sakon turned his head away from the woman in disgust. In truth, he was worried about his brother. Very worried. He had tried to communicate with his brother, out loud and through his mind, but all attempts were unsuccessful. He was torn between keeping his mouth shut and secrets safe, or telling about his brother. Keeping the secret could kill his brother. Revealing it could possibly save him.
God dammit.
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"The nurses have complaints about Sakon-san, Hana-san," Yuma said as soon as Hana walked in the hospital door. "They say he talks to himself. And Makoto-san is threatening to quit if he has to be Sakon-san's nurse any longer. He says that Sakon-san's been accusing him of…," she trailed off, looking at her clipboard. "Ah…accusing him of "trying to cop a feel." Makoto-san finds this very offensive. Apparently his wife is offended as well. She says…"
Hana sighed, "I'm not interested in the drama, Yuma-san. Makoto-san is released of his burden. Find someone else to-"
"That's the problem, Hana-san. No one wants to nurse a crazy two-headed ninja kid back to health."
"Then I'll take him home and nurse him there," Hana said flatly as she glared at some passing nurse. The nurse looked away sheepishly. "He is stable enough."
Yuma seemed taken aback, "I really don't think that's a good idea! This boy is…is unstable mentally. I've heard him speak to himself. "Can you hear me? Are you okay" he says to himself. It's creepy. And you have a daughter at home, don't you? Do you think that's safe?"
"My daughter is a ninja, as is her father. That boy can barely stand long enough to pee, let alone stand long enough to kill someone," Hana lied. He was recovering quite fast, too fast for her liking.
"Hana-san, I insist-"
Hana stopped in front of Sakon's room, her hand on the door knob.
"Do you want to be his nurse?" she asked.
"Not-not really…"
"Then who else is there to care for him? I see an injured boy before I see an injured ninja, crazy person, killer…guy. And right now…we're going to check on said…person."
Hana opened the door before Yuma could protest, and walked smoothly into the room.
"What the hell do you want?" Sakon spat.
Hana smiled, unfazed. "I've come to check on you, Sakon-san."
Sakon's eyes narrowed, "You mean you've come to interrogate me!"
Ever since his throat healed, the higher ups asked questions, common questions such as, "How old are you? What's your last name? Do you have any relatives who live nearby?". He had come to the conclusion that it was an interrogation and refused to answer anything.
"How is…your other head?" Hana asked uncomfortably. She needed to know how the other head functioned, if it was even responsive. If it wasn't, it could be removed by a simple yet delicate surgery. If it was…then she needed to examine it, to check its vitals.
Sakon turned his head away, the other one swinging just behind his. Hana bit her lip. She really needed this information. Aside from it being important to making him healthy…Hana couldn't help but be curious. It was a fully developed head. Did it share the same trachea? The same vocal cords? It was a medical mystery, and as a doctor it intrigued Hana.
As a person it freaked her out.
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Sakon made up his mind. He would divulge the secret. But only to the doctor with the brown hair and kind brown eyes. Those with kind eyes were always the easiest to manipulate.
"I will tell you about my…other head," he said quietly. "But only you," he added quickly, seeing the assistant start. "I will only speak with…Doctor Hana Kimi."
The assistant frowned. "Now see here Sakon-san-"
"It's okay." Hana said. "I agree to his terms, Yuma-san. They seem very fair, if you ask me."
Sakon sneered while the assistant protested. He wasn't born yesterday. He knew that Yuma was a busybody. She wanted nothing more than to find out all of the juicy little details about his Kekkei Genkai. Well that bitch wasn't going to get anything. Hana wouldn't tell; he'd make her swear her word. Those with kind eyes never tell lies.
Sakon smirked. He should be a poet.
"Sorry about that, Sakon-san," Hana apologized as she shut the door quietly. She had practically shoved the protesting Yuma out of the door.
Hana pushed a cushy chair next to the bed. She sat down and looked over at him expectantly.
Was this woman stupid?
Sakon sighed. He was surrounded by simpletons. "Lock the door, shut the windows. Turn on something, anything with noise. We need a background noise in case there is a bug in here, which I highly doubt. There doesn't seem to be anything that's not primitive in this godforsaken hellhole."
Hana obeyed him quietly. She locked the door and shut the windows as he ordered, and even pulled back the curtain on the window. Sakon refused to wear the heart monitor, IV, or anything that involved keeping records of his vitals, but the machines were still there. Hana sterilized the needle of the heart monitor and stuck in in her arm without flinching. She then turned on the machine which beeped in tune with her heartbeat.
"May I take notes?" she asked, holding a clipboard and pencil in her hands. She sat on the cushy chair. "It's imperative that I make notes to refer to in the future."
"Any notes you take will be in my possession until you need them, and you may only look at them when I let you."
"Some notes are better than none," Hana said cheerfully, her pencil poised above the clipboard.
Sakon didn't know how to start. He stared quietly at his sheets, what should he say? How does somebody go about explaining how his brother lives inside his body?
Hana cleared her throat, "Perhaps we should start simple?"
She pressed forward when he didn't reply right away, "Let's start with the personal questions. You've been here for a week already, and no one knows anything about you. Last name, age, birthday, height and weight please."
"Don't have one, fifteen, June 20th, 5'7, 185 pounds."
Hana scribbled down his answers hastily. "Average height and healthy weight," she muttered. "Skin tone is pale…hair is…" she looked over at him. "Gray. Eyes are…"
"My eyes are black and I would appreciate it if you would stop talkin' like I'm not here," Sakon snapped.
Hana blinked, "Sorry. Didn't think you cared. We talked about you like this all the time in front of you and you never said a thing."
"Yeah well, this time is different," he replied coldly.
"Sorry," she said again. She changed the subject, "Let's move on. I assume you don't wish to talk about your Kekki Genku-"
"It's Kekkei Genkai!" he said angrily. "Get it right, dammit!"
"Look," Hana said, leaning forward. "I don't give a damn what it's called. It's been a week since I've been with my family or eaten properly. Along with the hospital staff worrying about me taking care of you, my husband is at his wits end as well. My baby girl is sick with a bad cold, and he is constantly being harassed by a pissy old lady. I just want to get this done, take you home, and go see my family."
Sakon stared blankly. The kind, motherly doctor had pretty much exploded in his face. At least, as much as a nice person could. If she knew anything about him then she wouldn't dare get in his face. But she didn't know him and he wasn't quite up to snuff yet, so he let her comments pass this time. He focused on her little speech, she had said something about her home, did she intend to take him there?
"Take me home?" he repeated.
Hana sighed and massaged her temples, "Yes. Nobody is willing to care for you any longer. Since I am the only one who is willing, and is doing so right now, I will take you to my home. It's a better environment, more relaxing. I'll be closer to my family, and you'll be closer to me. It's just easier for everybody."
"What if I don't want to go to your shitty house?" he sneered.
"Then you stay here," Hana replied coolly. "It's your choice. Cooperate and go to my "shitty house" with me, or shut your mouth and stay here in this "godforsaken hellhole". You pick."
"I won't stay here."
"That doesn't sound like anything I offered you, and those are your only choices." Hana was done playing games. She wanted to go home today.
Sakon didn't like to be rushed. He didn't like to be told what to do. But he sure as hell didn't want to stay here.
"I will go with you."
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"I want mom. You're a horrible doctor, father. No comfort," Yori said thickly. She had caught a summer cold, and it wasn't a pleasant one. She had a stuffy, runny nose. She was always cold and her throat was sore from all of the coughing.
Yoshiro shoved cough syrup into her mouth. "Well she's not here. She's taking care of Sachon, or Sokan. Whatever the hell his name is."
"Hell if I know," Yori shrugged as she swallowed the cherry flavored syrup. "Sokan sounds about right, though."
"Konoha hasn't replied to my message. I guess this guy must not be an enemy ninja or an ally, just some idiot who got caught in the middle. He's not in the bingo book."
Yori shrugged again. She was laying on the couch in the family room, flipping through channels. She didn't like to be shut in her room while she was sick.
"Tora-baba is supposed to stop by again this evening, for her tea and meals. She said she's staying the night this time," Yori said hoarsely.
"You shouldn't talk," Yoshiro mumbled. Both of the Kimi's were miserable. Yoshiro and Yori weren't close. Their relationship was tolerable, but they weren't very affectionate. Yori hugged her father every now and then, but she never kissed him. Yori said that her father didn't really like her, but loved her only because she was his daughter. Yoshiro claimed he didn't know how to handle a teenage girl and said nothing more about the subject.
They both jumped as the front door banged. "That must be her," Yori muttered.
Yoshiro jumped to his feet, "That's my queue. I'll be in the bathroom."
"Don't keep her waiting!" Yoshiro smiled and quickly ran to the bathroom.
"You asshole! I'm sick! You should--you're an asshole!" Yori yelled, her voice cracking.
The knocking persisted.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming you crazy old hag!"
Yori walked over to the door. Her nose tickled, and she felt a sneeze coming. Wouldn't it just be perfect if she got snot all over Tora-baba? It wouldn't be like she couldn't help it or anything, she was sick.
Yori wretched the door open just as the sneeze exploded out of her mouth. Snot flew out of her nose, and she doubled over. Sneezing hurt her stomach. The coughing had made her stomach muscles sensitive and that was a big sneeze.
She straightened and wiped her nose with a tissue, "I'm sorry Tora-baba, I--You're not Tora-baba."
Indeed it wasn't. Standing in front of her doorstep was Sakon and he was covered in her snot.
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I'm sorry guys. I meant to finish this Monday, but I had to do my math HW.
Please review.
Wednesday, October 15th, 2008.
Times New Roman size 11.5, 7 pages 2,784 words