Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The second hand on the clock made its way slowly around the face once more. Five more ticks and it would pass the forty-five, killing one more minute in their eight hour study. Shoji, a Yamanaka had come in sporting wounds that looked like he had battled the inner workings of a blender and only barely escaped with his life. Flesh hung in thin slices from his arms. Lacerations over his face marred his once beautiful complexion, though the haunting marks turned his skin into its own eerie work of art. Once he was patched up and had spoken to the hospital psychiatrist, it was determined that their best course of action was a sleep study. Two nurses, another Yamanaka Med Nin, and Yume all stood in an observation chamber to the side of the secured room where Shoji slept. The first few hours had been fine. A little twitching here and there; a few murmurs but nothing that sounded like a scream. It was nearing 2 am when the first instance showed up.
Wait… what was that?
His arms are bleeding. That room is secured and the doors are alarmed. This is coming from within his mind. I’ll go in an check it out.
Take me with you. I’m used to Genjutsu, I should be able to help
With a touch, her associate placed her into a trance and aided her walk into their subject’s dream world. It was dim… foggy. Yume extended her arms in front of her in an attempted not to bump into anything only to bash her shins on a hunk of stone. Yelping, she drops to the ground and looks at the scrape. It was nothing major but the obstacle which caused the injury was slightly disturbing. Etched into its stoic face were a name and a couple of dates. It was a grave marker.
Swallowing the scream that tried to well up in her throat, Yume shook her head and reminded herself that it was all a dream, not even her dream at that. She was here to help her patient. It was slightly disturbing that he would dream about crawling around a burial yard but it wasn’t her place to judge. If people saw the things she enjoyed dreaming of, many would question her sanity. Finding a dirt path, she would follow it up to a tiny marble shack where her keen fox ears could hear screaming from within. The Yamanaka Med Nin reached the location at the same time she had and they shared a look of bewilderment. Prying the doors open the sight before them was gruesome. Body parts lay everywhere as blood painted the walls. The scent of decay filled Yume’s nostrils but something about it only further unsettled her. There was only one scent. The remains all belonged to Shoji. The myriad of arms and legs and… inner bits… were all pieces from previous encounters. He was brought here each time and saw what had happened to him before his own torture session would start.
A dark figured turned on the two intruders and try to bring them into the illusion. Being one of the same bloodline, the attack was easily countered by her colleague. Feeling her arms become heavy and her body start in the direction of the villain, Yume feels her brain begin to cloud with the sensation that it was alright to get closer. With the last of her strength she manages the hand seals to cancel Genjutsu, finding that she was within arms reach of the oppressor. Her gaze cleared and sharpened, filling with green flames as she peered into the darkness of the shadow. Reaching back she punches at the centre of what she would assume to be his face and felt his nose crunch. In her opinion, sometimes the simplest ways were the best. The imposing figure grabbed at his face with a whimper and a sob, dropping the cowl of his cloak and looking at Yume like she had just kicked a puppy.
Wh… why would you do that? I was only playing a prank on him.
The face that was revealed what Shoji’s younger brother, now a little bloodied from the attack. It crossed Yume’s mind to answer, to give him a lecture on how there were more healthy ways to play a prank on one’s older brother without subjecting him to sever mental trauma, but that wasn’t her place. She was not their mother. Instead she just grabbed the younger Yamanaka and looked at her assisting Med Nin with exasperation.
Get us out of here and then please go and take this issue up within your clan. I have no time to be dealing with childish tricks.
[WC: 800]
Wait… what was that?
His arms are bleeding. That room is secured and the doors are alarmed. This is coming from within his mind. I’ll go in an check it out.
Take me with you. I’m used to Genjutsu, I should be able to help
With a touch, her associate placed her into a trance and aided her walk into their subject’s dream world. It was dim… foggy. Yume extended her arms in front of her in an attempted not to bump into anything only to bash her shins on a hunk of stone. Yelping, she drops to the ground and looks at the scrape. It was nothing major but the obstacle which caused the injury was slightly disturbing. Etched into its stoic face were a name and a couple of dates. It was a grave marker.
Swallowing the scream that tried to well up in her throat, Yume shook her head and reminded herself that it was all a dream, not even her dream at that. She was here to help her patient. It was slightly disturbing that he would dream about crawling around a burial yard but it wasn’t her place to judge. If people saw the things she enjoyed dreaming of, many would question her sanity. Finding a dirt path, she would follow it up to a tiny marble shack where her keen fox ears could hear screaming from within. The Yamanaka Med Nin reached the location at the same time she had and they shared a look of bewilderment. Prying the doors open the sight before them was gruesome. Body parts lay everywhere as blood painted the walls. The scent of decay filled Yume’s nostrils but something about it only further unsettled her. There was only one scent. The remains all belonged to Shoji. The myriad of arms and legs and… inner bits… were all pieces from previous encounters. He was brought here each time and saw what had happened to him before his own torture session would start.
A dark figured turned on the two intruders and try to bring them into the illusion. Being one of the same bloodline, the attack was easily countered by her colleague. Feeling her arms become heavy and her body start in the direction of the villain, Yume feels her brain begin to cloud with the sensation that it was alright to get closer. With the last of her strength she manages the hand seals to cancel Genjutsu, finding that she was within arms reach of the oppressor. Her gaze cleared and sharpened, filling with green flames as she peered into the darkness of the shadow. Reaching back she punches at the centre of what she would assume to be his face and felt his nose crunch. In her opinion, sometimes the simplest ways were the best. The imposing figure grabbed at his face with a whimper and a sob, dropping the cowl of his cloak and looking at Yume like she had just kicked a puppy.
Wh… why would you do that? I was only playing a prank on him.
The face that was revealed what Shoji’s younger brother, now a little bloodied from the attack. It crossed Yume’s mind to answer, to give him a lecture on how there were more healthy ways to play a prank on one’s older brother without subjecting him to sever mental trauma, but that wasn’t her place. She was not their mother. Instead she just grabbed the younger Yamanaka and looked at her assisting Med Nin with exasperation.
Get us out of here and then please go and take this issue up within your clan. I have no time to be dealing with childish tricks.
[WC: 800]