Doctor, Doctor
Yoh sat in his room, puzzled beyond all reason. Which wasn't that rare of an occurrence, mind you, but still, it was enough to be noted. For it was the same question each person in the Onsen had asked themselves.
Why in all the hells did Faust have that funny blue patch?
Yes, that was the sole reason Yoh was in his room, puzzled. And whenever he was puzzled he sat down and thought. For long periods of time. And whenever he thought about things, he peeled oranges. With his feet. This footed-orange peeling thing annoyed Anna to no end, so she had vacated Yoh's presence (fortunately for him).
But now he needed a plan. He must find the answer to this question. He must do so subtly, smoothly…
"Hey Faust? What the hell is that freaky blue patch?" Yoh asked the doctor bluntly.
Well, so much for subtlety…
Faust blinked. For some odd reason… Yoh was peeling an orange… With his feet, he noted absently. Then the question registered. Ah yes… He remembered now…
The room darkened as he faded into his flashback.
"Hey! Who turned out the lights?" Yoh yelled in confusion.
"Spoilsport…" Faust muttered as he flicked the light back on.
But back to his flashback…
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It was a warm summer's night, and Faust, albeit looking younger and less cadaverous, was searching for a place to spend the night. He had biked over to a friend's house, but on the way back he had run over his neighbor, a short, annoying man. (He truly was sorry… Really, he was. coughdiditonpurposecough) But on threat of being sued, Faust gave his bike to the man and ran off. He would get it back one way or another…
But now the sun was setting, and he was getting tired. So he decided to just sleep on the grassy hill next to the road. Worse comes to worse, if he got run over by some idiot, he could just sue them… Shortly after he decided this, he was fast asleep.
Not even five seconds after he was out, a group of med-school students drove by. One of them noticed Faust, who was just lying there by the side of the road, so they stopped. Now, Faust has this odd habit that when he's sleeping, his arms lay folded like a corpse's. That, coupled with his unnatural paleness, all that he needed was a lily to complete the look.
So was it any small wonder that they thought him dead?
They lifted him into the back seat, thinking about all the interesting (if illegal) experiments they could do to the 'corpse'. They are rather hard to get for free you know… So they arrived back at their school sneaking Faust back into the dissection room. They were a small group, just three in all.
"Wow, I can't believe we just found this next to the side of the road!" Exclaimed the tallest of the boys happily.
"Yeah imagine that!" The dark haired boy high-fived his comrade.
"Hey, what if this guy's not dead, and he just slept on the side of the road so he could sue someone?" The shortest, and most geeky of the trio asked timidly.
"Shut up Trevor." His friends chorused.
Trevor's shoulders slumped. His friends turned from him, staring at the body in front of them.
"Now…Who wants to find out how this guy died!" shouted the boy with the dark hair, holding up an electric bone saw.
"I do!"
"Yeah!"
So they spent the next few hours doing who knows what, before deciding to stitch him back up so they could carry him out again. As soon as this was completed however, the youngest (and shortest) had an idea, he ran to the table, finding a battery and some wire.
"What the hell is that for?"
"I just want to see something! Please? Can I? CanICanICanICanICanICanICanI? Caaaaan IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII?"
"Augh! Fine! Only if you'll shut up!"
Trevor laughed maniacally.
"Dude, that is so not 'shutting up'…"
"Oops, sorry…"
Trevor then proceeded to put both ends of the wire to Faust's midsection, accidentally effectively killing most of his skin cells in the process, turning a large patch to turn a sickly bluish grey. Trevor was then rewarded with what he sought. The body twitched, and its eyes opened. What he didn't expect, however, was for the 'corpse' to blink a few times, then sit up.
Faust took no notice of his surroundings; he just yawned and stumbled out of the room sleepily, unknowingly giving the three responsible for his dissection nightmares for many a night. Eventually he noticed his new wounds and realized what had happened, more determined than ever to sue someone…
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"Faust? Hellooooo?"
Faust blinked.
"Well, I fell asleep… on the side of the road. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go SUE SOMEONE BLIND! AHAHAHAAA!" Faust ran back to his room, leaving Yoh more confused than ever.
"Alrighty then…" Yoh shrugged and ate the orange he had peeled… with his feet.
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