Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Hana Kurosawa
Hana hummed ever so slightly as she cleaned her plate, neatly picking up the dirty dishes and not-so neatly dumping them into a washing pile next to the basin. Her head tilted so slightly, she grinned upon hearing Kazuya's comment. She gave a complicity stare to Mii, and then the twins.
"More the reason to teach her to do so. She has to know when to whack one to naughty kids who... let's say, wreck rooms ceded with kindness from a senior... no, Ka-kun?" She added folding her arms in an autoritative pose, her entonation dropping significantly in the more obvious attempt to scold the two. Her grin turned quickly into a faux evil smile.
"How should we punish them, girls?" Hana cheered, eyeing Mii, Ginmaru and Kinmaru.
"The hell of tickles!""No, no, make them eat loogies!""I...think...maybe they should sleep in the wrecked room?""You heard your sister... I hope you learn the lesson not to scuffle in the clinic. Or next time, Hana-chan will submit you to the hell of tickles and make you eat loogies!" Hana added, waggling her finger.
Meanwhile, downstairs, a very panicked Yoko failed to utter any kind of words, before gasping wildly and harken. "Doc-doctor Shen!" Obviously, she had failed to recognize Hana's first name, or maybe she pretend she had heard nothing. After all, the man that called himself Itsuki was drawing a lot of attention towards himself.
"Oh, what do we have here? Some beggar who jumped in a trash compactor? Hmm...?" The bald middle aged doctor extended his arms in a mockery of welcoming, helpful gesture. "Worry not, you came to the right place..." The doctor said, his hands tracing for Itsuki's shoulder, when a third voice was heard.
"I think we oughta leave it to Kurosawa, you know she loves to take in destitutes under her wing." The croaking, hoarse voice of CB, also known as the Carrion Beetle, came from behind a closet. The crude, slightly hunched man came into scene, bearing a mop and a bucket.
"Oh yes... After all, she needs to clean her own messes once in a while. Get it, messes? Eh? Yeah, no use of humour in this late hour. Ah well... I have more patients. CB, you take it from here, yes?" The human doctor added, taking a sharp turn, before the elder ghoul grabbed the young one and led him to the elevator, using his key to grant him access to the fourth floor.
"Kids these days. No tact nor wits. Next time use the fire exit, you dumbass. This isn't the 24th ward, you know. And now I'll have to work extra hard to wipe out the trail you left." The old man whispered a final grumble, before closing the door and sending Itsuki upwards.
Hana tensed so slightly, the smell of ghoul suddenly hitting her nostris, and of Ghoul blood. Without thinking, she interposed herself between the five kids, the corpse and the two supposed lovebirds, her gaze peeking into the figure that would stumble through the elevator.
"Ikki! You're hurt!" She broke in a small sprint towards her sibling, obviously concerned about his state. She shouldered the male ghoul as best as she could, her eyes scanning the wounds.
Kagune wounds, and more than one source.She paused.
"I'm sorry kids. Hana-chan has a little job to do before we all can go to bed. Okay, first of all, Itsuki, eat a bit. It'll activate your regeneration and help me stabilize all those wounds."It was then when Hana, expertly reached for the dead yakuza's corpse... and produced the poor victim's
manly jewels complete with apparatus before showing it into Itsuki's hand.
Totally on purpose.Who said Asoka could be the only jerk?
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