To Heal?... or To Harm?... [p][medic]

[Jae]

Unbeknownst to his counterpart, the Doctor truthfully had no interest in his company's background. Coming from a rather jaded one himself, he realized that those issues were trifling in his present position. Had he not been as headstrong and determined as "Fang", the name, or moreover it's triteness, caused him to huff an inconspicuous chuckle through his nostrils as he spoke.

With one ear open, The Good Doctor managed to take the Inzukua's closing remark into account just in time to look him in the eye. At least it would've appeared that he was paying attention. But before he could speak there came a rap at the door, one that eventually ushered a man dressed very similarly to The Doctor into the office space. His youthful visage bore a light that was only matched by his fervent tone and sanguine red hair.


"Here you are, Dr. Kikkawa!" Fleeting steps carried him over toward the desk where The Good Doctor sat. Taking note of this, Dr. Kikkawa began rearranging his desktop to better accomodate what his assistant had brought along with him.

It was a tray, neatly set with three different bowls of piping hot ramen fixed especially for each of them. The way Ryo positioned them, two of the bowls faced the Inuzuka while the remaining one faced The Doctor; and all for good reason. One measily bowl of ramen would've done nothing to replenish his energy reserves, especially not after what he'd been forced into.


"Thank you, Ryo. Now if you would, please? Fang and I have much to discuss.""


"But... I thought... the third bowl... was for.."


"You are dismissed, Ryo." His tone abruptly changed from one of a compassionate friend to that of a stern disciplinary. The look in his assistant's face fixed from it's sullen scowl to one of genuine fear. He didn't speak another word, instead opting to bow and take his leave quietly.

Once the door closed behind him, the Doctor lifted his hands to raise his bowl from the tray and onto his desk, gathering his own utensils and seasonings along the way. While he peppered his food with the condiment, he spoke out to his company, alluding toward things to come.


"You'd best eat while you can because, after this, we're going to the Infirmary."

[Forsaken]

The doctor's gaze seemed to have been on him and paying attention yet he felt something within him that said differently than what he thought. He seemed about to respond to his inquiry as a swift rap came from the door making Fang look up at the door as a boy with teen-ish looks and blood red hair came in carrying a tray holding three bowls of ramen with condiments and utensils to boot.

Fang though that the boy would be joining them for some reason that he couldn't decipher but those thoughts were soon cut short by the doctor's kind request for him to leave. The boy seemed to be crestfallen having expected the same thing that Fang himself had. He seemed about ready to ask his mentor about his intentions, but the doctor's next cold comment cut him off like a guillotine slicing off a poor traitor's dome. The poor boy's face almost seemed to betray a sense of fear before he bowed and silently left the two. "Don't you think that was a little harsh?..."

Fang watched the doctor as he took his bowl of food and set it down getting it ready for himself. His next words made his stomach drop slightly but he pushed it aside and picked up his bowl and chopsticks picking out all the pieces of beef first then deftly revolving the sticks in his grasp to swirl the noodles around his wooden instruments and then proceeding to politely drink the broth and other accessory to the meal.

After finishing he'd lightly place the bowl back down letting the food settle while reestablishing his energy and stamina levels. He would make sure that his host was at least halfway through his own meal before he continued on, the appetite of a starved and weakened Inuzuka could match the ferocity of even the Akimichi.

[Jae]

The Good Doctor had yet to take a bite and watched as his accomplice readily gorged on what had been provided, a brow raising as he huffed another trademark chuckle through his nostrils.


"Fang," he called out to him despondently.


"I'm afraid you lack the intuition required of a medic." Upon finishing his statement he slid his bowl away from him and placed his elbows atop the desk, lacing his fingers between one another to solemnly stare over his hands. "Tell me why would you trust a man who insidiously lured you into a state of helplessness by feigning a friendly gesture, twice in the same day?"

The question was rhetorical and he did not wait for a response.


"Your dish was purposely spiked by my assistant with a poison that will render you unconscious, yet again, in the next twelve seconds. That is why we will be 'going to the infirmary', as I noted before." The tone he spoke in was condescending, as if he'd expected more from the fledgling shinobi.

Truthfully he had, but as their time together progressed he began to see more clearly that he'd been mistaken in his judgment.


"I'm interested in seeing how you'll handle all that you've just learned."

[X-Ray]

Fang sighed and set down his bowl before sliding the trash can next to the doctor's desk over to him and leaned over it pressing slightly on his stomach while memories of battle repeated through his mind before retching. the action would rob him of energy and his breath but would free him of the poison that would have taken his conscience again. Finishing with a slight coughing fit to get the last of it out of him he leaned back with a growl in his throat in irritation.

"I half expect that you find this enjoyable don't you." His sharp eyes watched the doctor having lost his trust in the one in front of him that handled lives so freely. What extra energy he'd manage to claw back was gone as he steeled himself using his will to keep his resolve rather than natural internal energy.

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(OOC: sorry about the wrong profile on the last post I didnt notice till now)

[Jae]

"There's nothing more for us to discuss here. See your way out of my office once you've finished purging yourself."

The Doctor slid his chair out from behind his desk and stepped around it to pass the Inuzuka, exiting the office.

[Medic Quest Failed]

[Messatsu!]

+70@ Both!

[Forsaken]

[exit]