All My Friends are Corpses (P)

Haru stepped into the hospital, the body of Kozata Shinkou in his arms. The body of Youta was already taken care of in the hospital, and after his change in title, Haru decided to move it to the hospital for better work conditions; Less people looking over his shoulder bothering him all the time. He carried Kozata through the double doors of the hospital, requesting to two of the nurses that a room be prepped for his autopsy. The case of Kozata Shinkou was an interesting one, as there was no physical sign of death. According to Altar, the man was simply killed by madness, which, well, was not how that was supposed to work. Haru remained skeptical.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

As the one he called for stepped into the operating room, the first thing that the boy did was drop to his knees, overwhelmed at the sight of the body at the table. Haru had not poked or prodded with the body, as he had no need to, his Byakugan did all the poking and prodding he would need. It was through the use of said dojutsu that he noticed the boy's eyes, swirling into the legendary Mangekyou, that caused Haru to freeze, not wanting to intervene. He knew how important the transformation was, and he could wait to comfort the boy until it was done.

The boy's next action was, unfortunately, to attack Haru. He didn't expect such an aggressive response, given the circumstances, but still, he was ready enough. The boy's skin became coated in earth, and Haru recognized this as the Earth Spear technique, enhancing the boy's speed and strength. Suddenly, his hand extended, reaching out towards Haru's throat, extending quickly. Thankfully, Haru had good reflexes. He reached up quickly with his right hand, which was on the side closest to Yazu, and would attempt to catch the hand by the wrist, his superior speed making it almost easy for him. Catching the hand, he would force it forward, smacking it down on the table, the rest of his body not having moved.

"For God's sake, boy, think!" He would shout, glancing over at Yazu. "Why would I preform an autopsy on him if I killed him? I would have already known how he died!" He barked matter-of-factly, a touch of sarcasm in his voice. "The body was returned dead. They claimed he died from madness." He explained, his voice becoming less aggravated. "Now, would you stop making a mess of the place?" He would ask, hoping the boy would calm down.

"I was told he was close to you, and I figured you'd like to pay your respects. I know what it's like to lose a friend." He said simply, his tone much sadder now.

Yazu was incomparably lost, he was, at this very moment without hope or reason.    He had lost his only friend, a man that he truly believed that was immune to the touch of death, similar to himself, and so seeing the lifeless form of Kozata the emotions unleashed themselves upon Yazu.  Dread, anger, frustration and most of all sadness.  When the white haired boy hit this low, the depression would have an odd effect on him.  Instead of coping through reliving the sadness, his bloodlust would once again rise into the back of his throat and he would not accept the death of his friend until someone's body had been bled out.  Additionally, though Yazu had no reason to believe this man was the killer, Yazu felt it was highly unfortunate for him that he would be the first living soul Yazu had seen while trying to cope with the death of his best friend, his brother in arms.
 
So as Haru slammed Yazu's hand down on the said table, in an attempt to pin down Yazu's lethal attack,  Yazu would proceed to turn the wrist of his launched hand in such a way that the palm would be face down on the table, he would then reach out with his fingers grabbing the edge of the table for leverage.  The moment he had accomplished that the threads would detract, however instead of bringing the hand back as they normally would it would instead rocket the now entirely black earth spear covered boy directly at the Kage.  His left arm arched beack preparing to deliver a blow directly to the man's face, as the threads connecting his right hand would find their way safely back into his body.  This action would also tip over the light tin autopsy table, providing just enough leverage to release Haru's pin, but not his hold.  Though Yazu anticipated that if the man failed to release his hand he would be limiting his own options as far as blocking was concerned.
 
"He died of Madness,"  the man would say, yet Yazu didnt believe it was even possible.  He himself had his own measure of madness and he was still healthy, in fact he seemed to be nearing immortality with the more he learned.  Though Yazu knew that the secrets of the Shinkou clan were very unique he highly doubted that madness could be a cause of death.
 
The white haired boy now flew directly and the newly appointed Mizukage preparing to launch an earth spear enhanced strike with his left hand across the cheek of Haru, whille moving to reattach his captured hand, with the table and tools scattered across the floor in front of the Kage.
 
"Your words mean nothing to me, pay in blood!" Yazu would scream amidst the attack too emotionally distraught to justify anything else.
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They boy appeared not to even acknowledge Haru's words. It didn't seem to matter that Haru had not killed the boy. As the boy began to tilt the table in towards Haru, releasing the boy's arm from the pin, but not Haru's powerful grip, It was becoming clear that the boy would not listen to reason. The boy was filled with blind bloodlust, a disregard for conventional logic and a craving for blood that reminded Haru of someone...

Suddenly, Haru was filled with a rage of his own. In that boy's face, he saw only what he hated most in this world. In that boy's face, he saw Xyxer.

As the boy pulled himself in, he didn't seem to acknowledge that Haru was very capable of fighting back. And fight back he would, with force greater then he would normally draw, strike the boy in the stomach, knocking the wind right out of him and leaving him stunned. The sheer force of the blow would crush a few of the boy's ribs, though, luckily for the boy, Haru didn't punch clean through his stomach. The speed of the strike (185) would make it difficult for Yazu to react at all. If this strike hit, Haru would pivot to his left, gripping the arm he was holding tightly and preparing to throw, before hurling the boy, now stunned, straight into the brick wall of the hospital. 

As the boy's body connected with the wall, the force of the throw would plant the boy's body firmly into the bricks of the basement, creating a large crater in the wall and likely crushing most of his bones. The boy would effectively be incapacitated by these injuries, still conscious and able to speak, but in extreme pain and likely unable to move. 

Haru, finishing the motion, would catch the table, pushing it back up before Kozata's body could fall from it. He rested his hand on the table for a moment, sighing and looking straight down at the ground, catching his breath from his momentary fit of rage.

Yazu would be flying toward Haru, he would then activate the sharingan as they darted around in an attempt to predict the medical shinobi's next attack.  He saw that Haru's next sequence would be simple and provided his trajectory would be impossible to dodge.  So when amidst the flight Haru would punch Yazu in the chest, Yazu would react by retracting his hand completely and activating his masked beast technique.  So when the hand connected with Yazu's ribcage there would be a cushion from the punch.  The threads would burst out at the perceived point of connection as Haru's hand would connect with the mass of black threads.  Of course the force of the man's hit, would not be stopped by such a minor attempt, battering the man causing him to gasp and groan, but protecting his more vulnerable body parts.  Upon connection the punch was so painful that Yazu nearly lost consciousness at that point midair.  Though he managed to fight it off and remain in the fight at hand.  That was until Haru would finish his attack.  The new mizukage would grab Yazu and throw him into the wall.  Yazu could not react having been so injured from the strike, though his masked beast threads would go forth and squirm through out his body in preparation for the landing.  The would coat his entire back with a thick wall of threads so that when the white haired boy flew through the air at a break neck speed, he would slam into the wall placing a crater into it, but the masks that lined his back would be undamaged from the mighty strikes landed him by the medical shinobi.
 
Yazu now sat within the crater in the wall.  His entire form lifeless, head hanging, limbs limp and blood pouring from his mouth and chest.  Both arms dangled at his sides and the threads that originally cushioned the blow would go back into his body, though many were mangled and broken and just sat out of his body through the creases that existed in his anatomy.  There would be no sound from the boy, just a nearly lifeless shell hanging on to consciousness by a thin thread.  Yazu wanted to move and form the anesthetic jutsu to combat the pain and continue the fight but he was not capable of moving his arms.  Yazu knew that even if the man were right, and was not behind the killing of Kozata, he would not get revenge on this day.  His body was broken.  The bloody tears flowed forth from his eyes, the despair that he had felt upon discovering his best friend, and brother's demise would finally latch onto his heart and the flood of emotion would pour forth.  He would begin crying, trying to grasp for breath, but every gasp brought a rush of pain that would shoot through him and cause him to swoon in and out of consciousness.
 
He sat there and continued crying, he could no longer hide the tears behind a charade of bloodlust.  He failed to kill this man, who he had hoped would be a distraction from the pain, but now he simply sat defeated and emasculated.  The tears would pour forth in both blood and tears dripping off of his chin and onto his white kimono in a steady stream.  He felt a strange ache in his eyes, and he did not have any idea what might be causing it, and at the moment it was the least of his concerns.  Though it felt that the chakra was on fire and raging heavily.  Was it possible that the sharingan was reacting to his despair?  Yazu thought to himself, did he actually unlock a more powerful variant of the legendary eyes?
 
In his attempt to stand and attempt to continue the fight Yazu would try to stand and move forward, but all this would equivocate to would be a twitch in his index finger on his right hand.  Weakly Yazu would manage to say one final thing to the man, "He was....my.....only friend.  I.....don't know......what to do.......from here............"
 
Yazu was truly lost in a pit of sadness and despair, incapable of seeing anything in the future beyond the present.  He had lost his drive and motivation,  Kozata and he were in line to solidify themselves as true deities, each possessing powers beneficial to the others.  How would he continue his life without his adopted eldest brother?  How would he even pretend to manage it.  Yazu knew the man before him, the one who had placed him in this precarious position had little to do with Kozata's death, but Yazu needed to kill, he needed to place blame so that he could swiftly begin the healing process over what had happened.
 
Yazu finally managed to lift his head and gaze at the corpse of Kozata one last time.  "Kozata Shinkou....I will find the one who did this.  And there will be hell to pay....."  Yazu would then droop his head, and lose the fleeting consciousness that he had been hanging on to, as he drited off into unconsciousness, the blood strewn tears still dripping from his cheeks involuntarily.  He could not heal himself due to having a shattered body, and he knew Haru could heal him but he truly doubted that he even wanted that to happen almost wishing he could instead drift peacefully off into death and stop all the pain, both emotional and physical.
 
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The boy's body did something unsuspected as Haru struck it. It didn't break like he expected it to. No ribs cracked, no bones were crushed. It felt almost like he was punching a sandbag. It still hurt him, that much was certain, and blood still poured from his mouth at the strike, which offered him some solace. It was rather surreal, but in the end, his attack was effective enough, though Haru felt something stir inside him... For a moment, he felt himself striking out at the one his anger was really directed at. For a moment, he wasn't breaking Yazu. He was breaking Xyxer.

And he needed more. More crushed bodies, beaten and bloody, lying on the ground, fighting for air. It satiated something inside of Haru, something he hated... Something he didn't think he could resist.

He pushed the feeling away as the boy lay there, beaten into the wall, crying at the death of his friend. This boy was still human, and that grounded Haru. The part of him that longed for blood was silenced by the part of him that garnered humanity. He walked to the boy as he spoke through shaky breaths.

"It isn't an easy thing to live with." He said in response to the boy, turning to face him suddenly. "It's something we carry with us every day. Something we have to live with, and something that gives us strength." He told the boy, taking one step towards him, running his hand along the tin table. "Normally, what you just did is grounds for execution. Attempted murder of the Mizukage, not to mention insubordination..." He said slowly, looking back up at Yazu. "...But I see a glimmer of potential in you. So for now, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." He said, closer to the boy now, just as he was about to lose consciousness. "This is your only chance. Disobey me again, and there'll be nothing left of you but blood to scrape off this wall. I'll be in touch." He warned, just as the boy blacked out. 

Once he was sure Yazu was unconscious, he would pull him free of the concrete by the shoulders, monitoring his vital status with his byakugan. His physiology was... Unlike anything he'd ever seen before. There was nothing to break, nothing but what appeared to be tentacles. Still, as he lay the boy on the other table, he found that he was able to repair his body tissue just the same, and in a few moments, it was as if he had never fought with Haru, though his he was still at a loss for consciousness.

Haru carried the boy out of the hospital, swiping a toe tag from the morgue as he left, Kozata's corpse preserved and sealed away safely. He returned the boy home, laying him down to rest, and tying the toe tag to his right foot. In Haru's neat, slanted and straight handwriting, the tag left a message to the boy.


(Exit)

TWC: 1317

+12 AP

In a daze, Yazu would float through the realms of consciousness being carried through the hospital.  He would exist in flashes of dream and reality.  Seeing Haru as the man would work on healing his injuries, and act that Yazu felt the man did solely out of kindness as he had no reason to do it otherwise.  The white haired monster could not respond as he was being informed of the situation.  "Mizukage....."  the word rang through his mind.  There was no way it was not possible.  This man could not be mizukage.  The current Mizukage was Xyxer, and in Yazu's mind that man was a God, a deathless tyrant who Yazu respected more than any other.  With a kil count that Yazu lived and worked toward every day, so as the white haired medical nin fixed him up, Yazu would fight with this new information. What happened to the man he would consider his hero?  What had happened while Yazu was holed up in his dungeon?  Kozata his only friend was now laying dead on a table presumably brought there by madness, and a new man had taken the throne of his Hero, a man that Yazu had feared, respected, and worshipped since he entered the new kirigakure.  The emotions were too much for Yazu's hearts to maintain.  He would allow himself to go completely unconscious if for no other reason than to cope with the stress that now lay before him.
 
So when he awoke in the chamber that he used to call home, a small divet in the cove barred off from the world, a hole that he had spent the majority of his adult life trying to escape he would find the toe tag which would confirm for him that what he had just experienced was not a dream but was in fact reality.  Yazu did not know how to handle said reality and would struggle with it.  He wandered around the room, destroying every piece of furniture there was, obliterating them with his chakra enhanced strikes.  What was to do?  He had lost his future with the death of Kozata and lost his idol with the death of Xyxer.  Then as a bright light came before him, an idea occured, one that would once again reform the signature smile that Yazu would most often be seen with, a wicked grin that belied the evil within.  Kiri was his now, and he would find a way to seal himself within the annals of history, but for now he needed to apologize and prove his worth.
 
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