Well that was fun. He hadn't laughed that much in a long time, but it wasn't going to become a habit for sure - too much pain involved. It was probably going to be much easier if he wasn't as injured as he was, but hey it wasn't something he was going to test. No way.
Takehiko quickly opened the door of what was his home, but could be described like a shack. It really was a rather run-down place, but he didn't have any other. On any other day it would just remain closed like it generally did, but today was slightly different - he had lost his contact lensed. They were about the only thing he couldn't go out without, hence why he kept a spare pair in here. Now that he had that it was time to go deal with the pain all over his body. This really was a couple of days he wasn't looking forward to ever repeating, but sadly he was a shinobi and being beaten into a pulp was just a normal day.
***
A good half an hour passed before he actually reached the hospital, but that was only so that he didn't opening those small wounds even more than they already were. Now the real question was how fast did information travel in the village? He had broken through the gates maybe an hour ago, but he wasn't really sure the two guards had seen his face even though he gave them his passport, so that was a complete and utter failure there. This was going to come back and bite him on the backside for certain....
He pulled the sleeves on his tattered shirt down as he entered the lobby of the Aesculapium and it really wasn't surprising that quite a few heads turned his way. Sure it wasn't his eyes as they both now had brown contact lenses in, but his clothes were in tatters and there was quite a decent bit of blood covering them. Heck people probably thought he got into some crazy fight or even killed somebody. Oh well.
”Excuse me. I'd like to see one of the medics please.” Takehiko finally walked up to the receptionist and asked with a smile. The woman didn't really bother looking up at him for a few seconds, but her eyes widened slightly when he placed his right hand on the desk. ”Yes of course . Please take a seat over there and we will call you Mr?” She finally looked up at him and pointed over to the seats, where people were still staring at him. ”Just call me Take.” He smiled and quickly turned around.
Now it was all just a matter of time really. Sure this wasn't really going to stop all of the pain or even any of it, but it was going to get him paid time off of work as he couldn't quite perform his duties. That is if he didn't end up going to jail for it. Oh well.
Takehiko quickly opened the door of what was his home, but could be described like a shack. It really was a rather run-down place, but he didn't have any other. On any other day it would just remain closed like it generally did, but today was slightly different - he had lost his contact lensed. They were about the only thing he couldn't go out without, hence why he kept a spare pair in here. Now that he had that it was time to go deal with the pain all over his body. This really was a couple of days he wasn't looking forward to ever repeating, but sadly he was a shinobi and being beaten into a pulp was just a normal day.
***
A good half an hour passed before he actually reached the hospital, but that was only so that he didn't opening those small wounds even more than they already were. Now the real question was how fast did information travel in the village? He had broken through the gates maybe an hour ago, but he wasn't really sure the two guards had seen his face even though he gave them his passport, so that was a complete and utter failure there. This was going to come back and bite him on the backside for certain....
He pulled the sleeves on his tattered shirt down as he entered the lobby of the Aesculapium and it really wasn't surprising that quite a few heads turned his way. Sure it wasn't his eyes as they both now had brown contact lenses in, but his clothes were in tatters and there was quite a decent bit of blood covering them. Heck people probably thought he got into some crazy fight or even killed somebody. Oh well.
”Excuse me. I'd like to see one of the medics please.” Takehiko finally walked up to the receptionist and asked with a smile. The woman didn't really bother looking up at him for a few seconds, but her eyes widened slightly when he placed his right hand on the desk. ”Yes of course . Please take a seat over there and we will call you Mr?” She finally looked up at him and pointed over to the seats, where people were still staring at him. ”Just call me Take.” He smiled and quickly turned around.
Now it was all just a matter of time really. Sure this wasn't really going to stop all of the pain or even any of it, but it was going to get him paid time off of work as he couldn't quite perform his duties. That is if he didn't end up going to jail for it. Oh well.