Post by Rylock on Dec 11, 2005 2:27:24 GMT -5
(That kinda turned out longer then i thought it would :
Kazou’s eyes widened as the knife plunged deep into his chest, griding its way through his ribcage. He didn’t feel any pain for a few seconds, but when it hit him it was excruciating. He looked into the wild eyes of his aslant as his clipboard fell from his hand and clattered on the floor.
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Kazou entered his apartment, more luxurious then what most families in Tokyo were crammed into. He had FURNATURE, he had WALLS, and still he scoffed at the size. His hand grazed his answering machine as he walked past, pressing the play button as he threw his coat onto his couch.
“You have… 3 new messages.
Message 1: ‘Mr. Yazubuchi, we have been making progress but have run into a small problem, we need an appointment this week to go over…’”
His lawyer continued as Kazou walked into the kitchen and pulled out a can of beans and a can of dog food. The small puppy sleeping on one of his chairs perked up at the sound of the cans rattling. It leapt off the chair and bounded over to him excitedly, placing its front paws on his leg and letting out a single yip.
“Message 2: ‘Kazou its Genya, I need to talk to you about some requests your students have been making, call me when you get the chance.’”
He dumped the beans out into a pot and started slowly stirring them, adding spices and seasonings. He bent down to pet the puppy on the head but his pager went off. He unclipped it from his belt and swore. Looking down into the eyes of the happy puppy he said, “its your lucky day little guy,” and he dumped the beans into its bowl before placing the canned puppy food back into the cabinet.
He walked across the room and slung his coat over his shoulders.
“Message 3: ‘KAZOU YOU…’” The voice was cut off by Kazou pressing the delete button on the answering machine. He left the apartment to the sound of the puppy lapping up beans and the answering machine replying, “Message deleted.”
There had been an accident. Patients on stretchers with their heads braced cried in pain as Kazou rushed past them to the lockers, slipping on surgical scrubs and a white lab coat he ran back to the nurse’s station. “Which room am I in?” he asked, she showed him a list and after glancing at it for a few seconds he nodded curtly to her and was off.
He threw his lab coat onto a rack inside the operating room, slipped on gloves and a facemask and started to wash. The nurse told him of the accident and where the man appeared to be injured, she propped X-rays on the screen in front of him that had been taken in his commute. His gloves thoroughly sterilized he turned to see the patient, his abdomen had been ripped apart and there appeared to be a chunk of his car thrusting its way out of his chest. He walked over to the prone man who was under light medication so as to not risk stopping his heart. He started giving orders to the nurses and other surgeons, and they set to work on removing the metal and repairing the damage to the internal organs that had been caused.
8 hours after the accident Kazou stepped out of his third operating room of the night. He disposed of his gloves and facemask before heading to the staff lounge, completely exhausted. He and the other doctors on staff had saved many lives that night, something he could be truly proud of. He laid down on a couch and fell into a much deserved sleep.
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The attacker extracted his blade from Kazou’s chest and blood flew from the wound, an artery had been cut. The blood sprayed outwards, across the body of his assailant and into the waiting room. Time seemed to stand still as Kazou looked out into the room, small children with their arms in slings looked on in horror as blood splattered onto their faces. A secretary at the front desk started to rise from her chair with a phone in her hand. Kazou stepped back, trying to keep his balance as the man swung down again, planting his knife back into Kazou’s chest.
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Kazou awoke to a ringing sound, Genya was holding an alarm out right beside his ear. “Rise and shine,” he said. Kazou groaned and sat up, reaching down and picking up the “Do not disturb” sign he knew one of the interns had planted underneath his sleeping body, a running gag since he had lost his office to renovations.
Kazou rubbed his eyes, “What is it?”
“The students want to start assisting real operations, not just observing.”
“Well why didn’t they just come and talk to me.”
“You have to admit Kazou, you’ve been less then approachable lately,” Genya said with a smile.
“I’ll talk to them today, join me for some REAL coffee?” He said, examining the sign he held in his hands. An intern over in the corner sipped at the crap they served in the staff lounge and laughed at the sight of the sign. Kazou flicked his wrist and sent the sign flying across the room, where it struck the intern in the back of the head and bounced off.
Kazou and Genya sat in a diner across from the hospital and sipped at their coffees. This diners clientele was made up almost entirely of doctors, they catered to them well and the doctors tipped well. A perfect system.
“How you feeling these days,” Genya asked.
Kazou lowered his coffee, “I’m managing. I found an apartment, my lawyers are doing their best to pick Chiyo apart, hell my apartment even lets me keep the dog.”
“I have to ask, what’s with the dog?”
“It’s my own little way of exacting revenge,” Kazou said while smiling, “She wants the house, the money, everything, but ill be damned if I’m going to let her get that dog back. Just the fact that she wants it back so badly is worth putting up with it. I bought the damn thing, the bitch can take her lawyers and fuck off, because there’s not a chance in hell I’m giving her that dog.”
Another long day, one of his patients died under the knife and he had to let the family know. Always the worst part of the job, the widowed mother crying into one of her sons arms, her other son standing there looking detached. Kazou flipped the cover down on his clipboard and said he was sorry for their loss before he walked off again, he had a class to teach on the extraction of foreign objects from internal organs.
Kazou woke up with one of his students carrying him up the steps to his apartment. The cab they had ridden there in waited patiently as his student dropped him off inside his apartment, the puppy running over to greet the two of them. Kazou reeked of liquor. The student deposited him in his bed and walked back to the cab where 3 of his fellow students waited. They drove off, looking back at the apartment that housed their teacher with looks partially of shame, partially of pity.
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Kazou’s body shuddered as the knife was removed for a second time, his assailant was screaming now, cursing his name. Blood continued to spurt as the knife-wielding man went to swing again, but was tackled by one of the fathers sitting in the room with their child. He was a large man, easily able to pin the smaller attacker to the ground, knocking the knife from his hand. Kazou stumbled backwards until he fell, blood pooling up out of his wound, the pressure had decreased immensely by this point.
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Kazou sat up, his head pounding. Too much alcohol, this was becoming far to common an occurrence. He got up and walked into his kitchen, the puppy taking his place on the nice warm bed. He began mixing a concoction of strange spices, raw eggs, and spicy sauce. He pinched his nose and downed the whole lot of it, a remedy for hangovers that his father had used. He gasped for breath afterwards, quickly downing a glass of water before getting the puppy some food. He plunked some food from a can in a dish and sat down on his couch after hitting his answering machine. The puppy came out of his bedroom and began munching on the food.
“You have… 2 new messages
Message 1: ‘KAZOU!!! GIVE ME MY DOG BACK YOU MONSTER!!!’”
Kazou turned to the puppy and said, “We hate her, don’t we?” The puppy yipped happily in agreement before returning to its food.
“Message 2: ‘Dr. Yazubuchi, this is Misai from the front desk, we had a gentlemen asking for you earlier, I asked him to wait in the waiting room but he declined, just letting you know.’”
After the message Kazou reached to turn the TV on, but the phone rang just as his fingers touched the remote. He picked up the phone and his eyes widened when he heard the voice.
“Kazou? Is that you?”
“What the fuck do you think your doing?”
“Huh?”
“WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU CALL ME???” Kazou screamed into the receiver, his heart pumping.
“I just called to…”
“NO FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! YOU FUCKED HER AND WRECKED MY LIFE! FUCK YOU!”
“Can you just calm down for a minute?”
Kazou hit the “end” button on the phone, cutting off the conversation. In rage he threw the phone against the wall, it broke into several pieces and he began shouting profanity as loudly as he could. When his anger had subsided somewhat he realized that he could get in trouble through his other tenants, perhaps losing the privilege of keeping the dog with him. He put on his jacket and left the apartment to go to work.
The lesson that day for his students was as they had requested, a couple of his more exceptional students were suited up. They had practiced operations on cadavers, but not on a living person. He didn’t feel they were ready for the scalpel yet, so they acted as nurses. However, they had gained a new vantage point and were able to see in detail the exact motions their teacher was performing. The classes Kazou taught always felt privileged, he was known in the hospital and even across the country as a genius with a scalpel. He was young, the same age as those he taught which meant he formed a bond with his students most other teachers didn’t manage. He was like two separate people, the cold professional that worked in a mechanical and perfect manner, and the human that felt pain over his short-lived marriage and spent his nights drinking with his students. They were operating on a gunshot victim, probably yakuza. The operation was a success and he promised that other students would be cycled through in assisting him. It was the end of his lesson, the students went to other lessons, Kazou started making the rounds of his patients to insure no post-surgery complications.
Kazou was thinking of how long a day it had been as he went around to the front desk to check on the message that had been left for him. Misai had long since gone home, but her replacement informed him that she had written nothing for him. Kazou thanked her and started to walk out of the waiting room when someone called his name.
“Dr. Yazubuchi?” The man said. Kazou turned to look, it was one of the boys from the day before.
“Yes?” He called back. In the back of his mind Kazou knew this was the man who had wanted to see him this morning, but all he could think about was getting out of the room and going home.
“You let my father die…” Kazou was starting to get nervous, the man was walking towards him and looked quite menacing.
“I didn’t let anyone die, I did all I could manage,” he said, almost pleading. The man didn’t stop though, he got closer and closer to Kazou, until he was only an arms length away. At that point he drew the knife he had hidden inside his jacket and plunged it into Kazou’s chest before he had any time to react.
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Kazou lay on the ground, blood seeping out of his chest and pooling around his body. He couldn’t even make a futile effort at trying to keep pressure on the wound anymore; he was far too weak. Beside him his attacker struggled against the father. His vision was fading, but from what remained he made out the face of a nurse standing over him, pressing down on his chest in Kazou’s stead. His skin had gone pale, his blue eyes had started to dull. His breathing ceased and his body just laid there, his muscles too deprived of blood and oxygen to even twitch anymore. Blood dripped from his mouth as it filled up his lungs and traveled up his esophagus. The nurse still kept trying to revive him, children in the waiting room began crying into the arms of consoling parents. The nurse, he knew her from somewhere, but had never acually talked with her at any length. She began to cry, her tears fell onto his face as he drifted into nothingness...
Kazou’s eyes widened as the knife plunged deep into his chest, griding its way through his ribcage. He didn’t feel any pain for a few seconds, but when it hit him it was excruciating. He looked into the wild eyes of his aslant as his clipboard fell from his hand and clattered on the floor.
--------------------------------------------------------------
Kazou entered his apartment, more luxurious then what most families in Tokyo were crammed into. He had FURNATURE, he had WALLS, and still he scoffed at the size. His hand grazed his answering machine as he walked past, pressing the play button as he threw his coat onto his couch.
“You have… 3 new messages.
Message 1: ‘Mr. Yazubuchi, we have been making progress but have run into a small problem, we need an appointment this week to go over…’”
His lawyer continued as Kazou walked into the kitchen and pulled out a can of beans and a can of dog food. The small puppy sleeping on one of his chairs perked up at the sound of the cans rattling. It leapt off the chair and bounded over to him excitedly, placing its front paws on his leg and letting out a single yip.
“Message 2: ‘Kazou its Genya, I need to talk to you about some requests your students have been making, call me when you get the chance.’”
He dumped the beans out into a pot and started slowly stirring them, adding spices and seasonings. He bent down to pet the puppy on the head but his pager went off. He unclipped it from his belt and swore. Looking down into the eyes of the happy puppy he said, “its your lucky day little guy,” and he dumped the beans into its bowl before placing the canned puppy food back into the cabinet.
He walked across the room and slung his coat over his shoulders.
“Message 3: ‘KAZOU YOU…’” The voice was cut off by Kazou pressing the delete button on the answering machine. He left the apartment to the sound of the puppy lapping up beans and the answering machine replying, “Message deleted.”
There had been an accident. Patients on stretchers with their heads braced cried in pain as Kazou rushed past them to the lockers, slipping on surgical scrubs and a white lab coat he ran back to the nurse’s station. “Which room am I in?” he asked, she showed him a list and after glancing at it for a few seconds he nodded curtly to her and was off.
He threw his lab coat onto a rack inside the operating room, slipped on gloves and a facemask and started to wash. The nurse told him of the accident and where the man appeared to be injured, she propped X-rays on the screen in front of him that had been taken in his commute. His gloves thoroughly sterilized he turned to see the patient, his abdomen had been ripped apart and there appeared to be a chunk of his car thrusting its way out of his chest. He walked over to the prone man who was under light medication so as to not risk stopping his heart. He started giving orders to the nurses and other surgeons, and they set to work on removing the metal and repairing the damage to the internal organs that had been caused.
8 hours after the accident Kazou stepped out of his third operating room of the night. He disposed of his gloves and facemask before heading to the staff lounge, completely exhausted. He and the other doctors on staff had saved many lives that night, something he could be truly proud of. He laid down on a couch and fell into a much deserved sleep.
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The attacker extracted his blade from Kazou’s chest and blood flew from the wound, an artery had been cut. The blood sprayed outwards, across the body of his assailant and into the waiting room. Time seemed to stand still as Kazou looked out into the room, small children with their arms in slings looked on in horror as blood splattered onto their faces. A secretary at the front desk started to rise from her chair with a phone in her hand. Kazou stepped back, trying to keep his balance as the man swung down again, planting his knife back into Kazou’s chest.
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Kazou awoke to a ringing sound, Genya was holding an alarm out right beside his ear. “Rise and shine,” he said. Kazou groaned and sat up, reaching down and picking up the “Do not disturb” sign he knew one of the interns had planted underneath his sleeping body, a running gag since he had lost his office to renovations.
Kazou rubbed his eyes, “What is it?”
“The students want to start assisting real operations, not just observing.”
“Well why didn’t they just come and talk to me.”
“You have to admit Kazou, you’ve been less then approachable lately,” Genya said with a smile.
“I’ll talk to them today, join me for some REAL coffee?” He said, examining the sign he held in his hands. An intern over in the corner sipped at the crap they served in the staff lounge and laughed at the sight of the sign. Kazou flicked his wrist and sent the sign flying across the room, where it struck the intern in the back of the head and bounced off.
Kazou and Genya sat in a diner across from the hospital and sipped at their coffees. This diners clientele was made up almost entirely of doctors, they catered to them well and the doctors tipped well. A perfect system.
“How you feeling these days,” Genya asked.
Kazou lowered his coffee, “I’m managing. I found an apartment, my lawyers are doing their best to pick Chiyo apart, hell my apartment even lets me keep the dog.”
“I have to ask, what’s with the dog?”
“It’s my own little way of exacting revenge,” Kazou said while smiling, “She wants the house, the money, everything, but ill be damned if I’m going to let her get that dog back. Just the fact that she wants it back so badly is worth putting up with it. I bought the damn thing, the bitch can take her lawyers and fuck off, because there’s not a chance in hell I’m giving her that dog.”
Another long day, one of his patients died under the knife and he had to let the family know. Always the worst part of the job, the widowed mother crying into one of her sons arms, her other son standing there looking detached. Kazou flipped the cover down on his clipboard and said he was sorry for their loss before he walked off again, he had a class to teach on the extraction of foreign objects from internal organs.
Kazou woke up with one of his students carrying him up the steps to his apartment. The cab they had ridden there in waited patiently as his student dropped him off inside his apartment, the puppy running over to greet the two of them. Kazou reeked of liquor. The student deposited him in his bed and walked back to the cab where 3 of his fellow students waited. They drove off, looking back at the apartment that housed their teacher with looks partially of shame, partially of pity.
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Kazou’s body shuddered as the knife was removed for a second time, his assailant was screaming now, cursing his name. Blood continued to spurt as the knife-wielding man went to swing again, but was tackled by one of the fathers sitting in the room with their child. He was a large man, easily able to pin the smaller attacker to the ground, knocking the knife from his hand. Kazou stumbled backwards until he fell, blood pooling up out of his wound, the pressure had decreased immensely by this point.
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Kazou sat up, his head pounding. Too much alcohol, this was becoming far to common an occurrence. He got up and walked into his kitchen, the puppy taking his place on the nice warm bed. He began mixing a concoction of strange spices, raw eggs, and spicy sauce. He pinched his nose and downed the whole lot of it, a remedy for hangovers that his father had used. He gasped for breath afterwards, quickly downing a glass of water before getting the puppy some food. He plunked some food from a can in a dish and sat down on his couch after hitting his answering machine. The puppy came out of his bedroom and began munching on the food.
“You have… 2 new messages
Message 1: ‘KAZOU!!! GIVE ME MY DOG BACK YOU MONSTER!!!’”
Kazou turned to the puppy and said, “We hate her, don’t we?” The puppy yipped happily in agreement before returning to its food.
“Message 2: ‘Dr. Yazubuchi, this is Misai from the front desk, we had a gentlemen asking for you earlier, I asked him to wait in the waiting room but he declined, just letting you know.’”
After the message Kazou reached to turn the TV on, but the phone rang just as his fingers touched the remote. He picked up the phone and his eyes widened when he heard the voice.
“Kazou? Is that you?”
“What the fuck do you think your doing?”
“Huh?”
“WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU CALL ME???” Kazou screamed into the receiver, his heart pumping.
“I just called to…”
“NO FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! YOU FUCKED HER AND WRECKED MY LIFE! FUCK YOU!”
“Can you just calm down for a minute?”
Kazou hit the “end” button on the phone, cutting off the conversation. In rage he threw the phone against the wall, it broke into several pieces and he began shouting profanity as loudly as he could. When his anger had subsided somewhat he realized that he could get in trouble through his other tenants, perhaps losing the privilege of keeping the dog with him. He put on his jacket and left the apartment to go to work.
The lesson that day for his students was as they had requested, a couple of his more exceptional students were suited up. They had practiced operations on cadavers, but not on a living person. He didn’t feel they were ready for the scalpel yet, so they acted as nurses. However, they had gained a new vantage point and were able to see in detail the exact motions their teacher was performing. The classes Kazou taught always felt privileged, he was known in the hospital and even across the country as a genius with a scalpel. He was young, the same age as those he taught which meant he formed a bond with his students most other teachers didn’t manage. He was like two separate people, the cold professional that worked in a mechanical and perfect manner, and the human that felt pain over his short-lived marriage and spent his nights drinking with his students. They were operating on a gunshot victim, probably yakuza. The operation was a success and he promised that other students would be cycled through in assisting him. It was the end of his lesson, the students went to other lessons, Kazou started making the rounds of his patients to insure no post-surgery complications.
Kazou was thinking of how long a day it had been as he went around to the front desk to check on the message that had been left for him. Misai had long since gone home, but her replacement informed him that she had written nothing for him. Kazou thanked her and started to walk out of the waiting room when someone called his name.
“Dr. Yazubuchi?” The man said. Kazou turned to look, it was one of the boys from the day before.
“Yes?” He called back. In the back of his mind Kazou knew this was the man who had wanted to see him this morning, but all he could think about was getting out of the room and going home.
“You let my father die…” Kazou was starting to get nervous, the man was walking towards him and looked quite menacing.
“I didn’t let anyone die, I did all I could manage,” he said, almost pleading. The man didn’t stop though, he got closer and closer to Kazou, until he was only an arms length away. At that point he drew the knife he had hidden inside his jacket and plunged it into Kazou’s chest before he had any time to react.
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Kazou lay on the ground, blood seeping out of his chest and pooling around his body. He couldn’t even make a futile effort at trying to keep pressure on the wound anymore; he was far too weak. Beside him his attacker struggled against the father. His vision was fading, but from what remained he made out the face of a nurse standing over him, pressing down on his chest in Kazou’s stead. His skin had gone pale, his blue eyes had started to dull. His breathing ceased and his body just laid there, his muscles too deprived of blood and oxygen to even twitch anymore. Blood dripped from his mouth as it filled up his lungs and traveled up his esophagus. The nurse still kept trying to revive him, children in the waiting room began crying into the arms of consoling parents. The nurse, he knew her from somewhere, but had never acually talked with her at any length. She began to cry, her tears fell onto his face as he drifted into nothingness...