I think we have to Operate...

There he stood, right in the middle of the lobby. The Doctor's attire consisting of Blue jeans, white classy shoes, his blue jacket with white fur lining along the neck which matched our hero's hair. He sure did seem normal, except for the large lab coat that had blood stains on it, I mean if you just stop to listen, you can hear the small drops of blood sliding off the ends of the coat. Drip drop, drip drop, drip drop...

Moving towards the very observant receptionist, fear to lean huge pools of blood on the run carpet of the room, he leaned towards the wide eyed man, Isha's blue eyes matching, his pencil thin figure was made clear with his grim like pose. " The Doctor is back..., cause I'm lost as fuck, I cant find my way to the big guy's office." He looked back for a second, eyeing down the many trails of blood that led to each and every door that led out of the lobby, all except one. The near petrified man stuck out his shaking hand towards the back of him, revealing the one pure white door, that wasn't touched by the Doctor's signature. The man figured he meant the Tenkage. Agreeing, Isha made his way towards the door, eyeing the bloody scene which he is now leaving behind.

"Wow, cant believe I messed up the fucking lobby that bad, but that's why I'm a doctor, I'm good at hiding my mistakes...", the Doctor left the scene, except his bloody white coat, that was now within the small trash.

Finally, he arrived in front of the door, that should lead into the Kage's office. With a elegant ascension of his fist, he banged the door with full power, three times. "Hello, anybody in there!??! When opportunity knocks, your suppose to answer!!!"

The life of Tenkage was a surprisingly tiring one. Takeo had not expected to have to go through so much effort in order to keep things running. First came the pseudo exam he was running, as the last one he recalled was the one that had promoted him to Chuunin, and only him. He smiled as he fondly remembered the events of the exam, ah it was so easy. Alas he no longer had the luxury of victory through refusing to move anywhere. Meetings had also become a new thing in the young man's life. The first of which was meeting the Raikage, who then proceeded to destroy his office and tower. The man did give compensation, which was rather nice of him. Repairs were still taking place currently, as they had been for the last few weeks. That is why Takeo had taken a small break from duties. With no office he obviously could not work. Alas Haru the receptionist did not agree. After a stern talking to from the man Takeo had taken to working in the lobby. Sitting on the seats that made up the waiting area he was surrounded by a large pile of paper. For once his Kage hat was no seated on his head, instead being pulled down to rest around his shoulder area.

Now Takeo had been getting a lot of work done. That was until a strange noise began to drive him slowly insane. Drip drop, drip drop, over and over. Finally his patience snapped, and with a slight snarl he looked for the culprit. It was then that a strange sight greeted him. A man with what appeared to be a white porcupine on his head was wandering around the building. Takeo watched, fascinated by the strange man who wandered around, leaving trails of red paint across the floor. Takeo would normally have been annoyed by this, but the building was in the midst of a sort of renovation anyway. Maybe the painter was looking for the supply room? What was even stranger was the man walked out through the hole in the wall Takeo himself had made many months ago, which would also soon be repaired. Bemused all thoughts of finishing the paperwork ended as he sat watching the strange man. The new receptionist Denkiteki, hired by Takeo in a fond remembrance of his former sensei, seemed disturbed by the painter. Takeo couldn't help but wish that Haru the receptionist was on duty today, as he would know how to deal with this matter.

After ten or so minutes the man finally came across the door he wished to find, not before discarding his painting overalls though. The destination was the Tenkage's office, currently closed due to renovations. As the man knocked on the door and called out to anyone inside, currently the builders, Takeo decided it would be finally time to intervene. Placing the stack of papers to one side he stood and made his way over. In a way Takeo's appearance somewhat matched the man's. White hair, though let down instead of the giant mess that was the man's, a white coat that also had a fur-trim on the collar. However the difference would be that Takeo was dressed in pure white. White jeans, as well as white shoes. This came from Takeo's latest idea of gaining the popularity of the masses, give off the impression that he is another worldly being. So far it didn't seem to be working all that well. He would have to experiment later. "Can I help you?" Takeo called out to the man when he had reached him. He smiled. Takeo hoped that his mismatched eyes, one black as coal the other white as snow, gave off a warm impression. He wanted to seem friendly, but given the odd mismatch he had going on he doubted he could ever pull it off correctly. Having the two dojutsu came at a slight cost it seemed.

With no immediate answer, the impatient doctor twisted his body as he slouched his back on the door, sighing with boredom, he never liked to wait. he was always liked that, so full of energy, that it only took him a second or two of nothing to do to become bored. What now, he asked himself? His white hair slouched down as well when Isha's head tilted downwards in depression. All that was left for Isha was to return back to the office, until he noticed another being that stood away from him towards his left. His hair flung high in the air as he rose his head, looking towards the individuals direction. The man's garbs nearly matched his own, except this one nearly mirrored those who belong to a psychiatric ward. "Do I need help?" Isha taking note of the man's all white clothing with a elevated eye brow. "I think I should be asking you that…, But before we get you back into your straight jacket, you know where the Ten-", his sentenced brought to a hold as his eyes caught a glimpse to what appeared to be a kate hat. Oh shit, he thought, it was this little fucker, he was the freakin Tenkage! "Kage…, your the fucking Tenkage!?" Isha was no longer leaning against the wall, standing solely on his two feet, in front of the Tenkage.

"Your just the guy I wanted to see, you see, I need another job, preferably here if you don't mind. I.ve had it with the shit they do at the hospital, the shit they do is ridiculous. Pain killer this, anesthesia that, I'm so F'ing done. I mean, they say doctors know whats best, yet i can't do what i do best…, its so bullshit. Your paying attention right, mini me? ", eyeing at the Tenkage's eyes obliviously, it wasn't the unlatching eyes that caught his attention, it was the Kage's appearance that got to him. He looked so much liked himself, another me he thought.

The man's reaction had not been what he had expected. Takeo's fingers twitched slightly as the man implied he as a lunatic. Maybe he should prove him right and end his existence right now. However just as he was about to rip the man's throat out the man stopped talking. It seemed he had spotted the hat that was nestled on his back. Takeo smirked slightly at the reaction, his hand lowering back to his side. It seemed it had been slowly drifting upwards in preparation to kill the man, he really needed to pay attention to these things more often.

The man began to go off into a rant, and while Takeo listened intently he let his eyes roam over the man. The similarity was rather unnerving, as this was what he would look like in a few years? He shivered at the thought, he didn't want to be this strange. His gaze was brought back when the man questioned if he was listening. "You amuse me stranger. For that reason I won't rip out your tongue." Takeo ran a hand through his hair, holding it up to try and mirror the man's hair for a moment before letting it down. Maybe this was a hallucination? Was this his own mind trying to send him a message? "I will allow you to work here. You shall be my assistant. I may have a use for a...doctor or whatever you are at some point." With that he spun and made his way back to where he had been working. "Now, tell me your name and rank." He called over, flipping through some papers slowly. He wondered what it would be like for a Kage that was unable to read or write. Maybe it was an easier job for them?

An awkward silence occurred after the cage's last words, Isha taking to heart what he just said. Maybe the kate really did have a touch of insanity, then again, the mere fact of calling him crazy may have caused such a retort. Oh well…

"Well duh, you can't rip my damn tongue, I'd bleed all over the fucking floor, just like I…, saw what that other guy did in the lobby." The last finishing lying words rolled off Isha's tongue with incredible speed, the practice of lying is a form of art. As the Tenkage turned around, Isha stroked his own white, long spiky hair. He even went so far as to attempting to shift his hair style like the Tenkage's. Isha really thought his hair was trademarked, as well as his style. His eyes squinted while he thought more about this.

The two, now back into the lobby, which was still filled with pools of blood; Isha looked around nervously towards the large deposits of blood. The Tenkage asked for his name and rank, "Right, the name is Isha Nayami. And, I'm the lead operator/surgeon/ ear, nose and throat man doctor of the hospital. Well, was…, now I'm just a genin. Fuck that, you know what, can we alter my file, so that we can fit all that next to my rank", Isha asked while staring towards the files of papers, and…"Ya know, whats you name again?."

[Sorry for the wait.]

The man gave a rather long-winded answer to a rather simple question. "I'll see what I can do about changing your official rank to lead operator/surgeon/ear, nose and throat man doctor of Tengakure." He said with some hint of sarcasm. Despite this Takeo would likely go ahead and do that at some point, if not simply because he found the idea amusing. He wrote the name of the man on the corner of one of the sheets of paper he was somewhat sure wasn't important, a reminder to look up information on him later.

There was a silence for only a few seconds, something Takeo had quite enjoyed, before the man asked him for his own name. "My name is Takeo Tadashi, formerly a Jounin of this village." Already he was lying to a complete stranger. The reason for this was quite simple, Takeo preferred the villagers to think that a Jounin had taken over than a Chuunin. A simple change of his file was all that had been needed in order to get the lie to become the 'truth'. When he had done this, he had also debated on removing the fact he had been in a squad under the Third Tenkage from his file also. After much deliberation he had decided that there was no actual reason to do this. Other such edits as his height being changed to 6'5 had been excluded also. What was he doing again? Oh right, filing. "So you're a medical shinobi I take it?"

The doctor smiled at the answer his kage had given him, at last, progress. He was getting somewhat familiar with the Tenkage, wasn't the active type, always serious. Good. This means that Isha himself could depend on this one for some actually results, Fucking A. He even learned his name, Takeo Tadashi.

Staring towards his desk, his eyes roaming among other things, he lift his head towards Takeo in quick fashion, eyeing him slightly with a bit of nervousness. His action giving sigh that he either was hiding something, or simply didn't want to answer. Of course he would answer Mini me, but he would need to put some serious icing on this cake he was gonna sell this story. Isha scratches his white hair before he speaks, "Yeeeeeeeeah…", he leaves much silence after his heavily emphasized word. His eyes wonder off just a bit. The fact was simple, yes he graduated from the academy, classified as a medical ninja, however, he just never got his medical licenses. Yep, and it was all because he never stuck to the book. Isha is actually very knowledgeable about the human body, and with medicine. He just never could perform any of the procedures correctly, like how the text book says to be exact. In fact, that white lab jacket he came in with, didn't even have his name on it. So really, he wasn't a full med ninja, but he sure knew what to do with a scalpel, "Some what", he said under his breath, barely noticeable unless one was within company, Takeo.

[Apologies for the wait, and the terrible post. I'm lacking time and motivation atm.]

Takeo nodded slowly to vague reply. The man sighed, reaching into his pouch located on his right hip. Despite only being out to do paper work, he as ever carried his supplies. Drawing a kunai from the pouch he ran his open palm along the blade. While normally he would of winced, he kept such expression suppressed if not just for this. After all, who would follow a Kage who couldn't even take the pain of a cute along the palm? In order to avoid getting blood on his paper work he held his hand out over the floor, he was sure the janitor wouldn't mind a few more blood stains. "Demonstrate." Was all he bothered saying. Takeo didn't feel the need to elaborate further, he was sure the man before him would understand. And if he didn't then he wasn't fit to be working here or in the hospital. In hindsight Takeo should have cut his right hand instead of his left, now he was stuck not being able to work while he waited for this guy to do something.

Maybe this Kage was a runaway, the shit Isha had just witness gave him undeniable proof that the Tenkage was a nut, and now, the nut runs the nuthouse. This was crazy, his head now hanging at a slant when he watched the kage guide the blade down his palm. Indeed, Isha would demonstrate his medical abilities. His eyes now trained the bleeding hand, once a single drop of blood hit the floor, Isha made his way closer to the kage, extending out his own hand. If allowed, since bleeding out by a mere cut was imminent, he'd reach over to the bleeding hand, pressing both of his own hands against the injury. No light show, no aura, just simple contact was all it took. Within seconds, he let go, waiting to hear the kage's review. the doctor flicks his hands outward, away from the two, splashing blood all over. 

Isha didn't use the standard medical jutsu, for obvious reasons. His own natural ability was all he needed, in fact, it was better then then any healing techniques they taught at the academy. "Come on, Mini me, give me something harder to do...", he stares at the now fully fixed hand, wondering if the kage felt the extra energy that was given to him during the process. He hoped that was all that was transferred during the exchange... 

((Its cool bro, tough times in NRPG XD))
((+20 stamina to Takeo))

Aqua passed the tenkage chambers on his way home and he needed to speak with him. Many times Aqua had tried but he was busy. Funny: Aqua had met other village leaders but not the tenkage.

Aqua was relaxed but clad in full armor. He had just come from the training towers because his 'draw' in the last fight did not sit well with him. Aqua didn't try to be quiet, in fact his armor made it almost impossible to be quiet without effort.

If Takeo and Isha didn't feel threatened and leave the Tenkage chambers Aqua would arrive where the two were at about a minute after Isha had healed Takeo. First staring at the blood and then the two ninja, if they were present, Aqua would simply say "Excuse me, did I come at a bad time?"