Broken Back and Broken Pride

Tsumi had been kept for observation due to his transformation more than his actual wounds. They were not too familiar with Yokai anatomy so mostly they had healed him up with medical ninjutsu and wrapped up his abdomen all the way wound his side placing bandages along the cuts up his left arm, across his abdomen and the stab wound to his side and shoulder. Lecturing him about how dangerous it was to use real blades in training. Not to mention how overboard he had gone on one of them. Even telling him to stay in that bed for the night. Most people that got cut up and stabbed like that had far deeper wounds but his sturdy skin and muscles had kept their blades from cutting too deeply. Still he was bored most of the night. Not really minding the bandages like he should as he tossed and turned in spotty sleep. The fear of how real that spar had felt when he thought he was getting jumped. Those blades cutting into him hurt but the adrenaline to survive kicked in. The power he felt in full demon form...the consideration that he had been tricked but everyone told him that was no excuse.

The next day they had to change his bandages and forced him to wear a sling for his left arm to keep him from moving it around too much. Still he would be allowed to wander for now while they decided if they could discharge him or not. So he wandered and explored the hospital. Despite a bit of pouting at the gift shop he did eventually buy a big box of chocolates as an apology. However he would be told that Kitsumi hadn't woken up yet and was not to be disturbed. Tsumi had caused traumatic damage and any sudden appearance of him could trigger bouts of PTSD. Affecting the patients recovery. Luckily, Tsumi did not know what that was. So he sat in his room waiting to be discharged impatiently. He figured maybe one chocolate couldn't hurt...it was the intent that mattered...By the time that he had finally been discharged that had turned into four out of fourteen. Still he was about to begrudgingly head out when he heard a nurse mention the man with the hurt back had regained consciousness. Which to Tsumi equaled he was all better now. So he rushed right over to the room without a second thought to the warnings.

A little too excited for restraint and unaware he had grown even stronger since the encounter Tsumi would burst into the room with a warm heart felt smile. Along with a loud crunching noise as he accidentally ripped the door off its hinges by the handle. With a surprised and sheepish look Tsumi would shift with his one good arm, the chocolates tucked into his arm brace and lean it against the wall. Hoping no one heard. Ahh the trickster was here too and...some guy he didn't know. Still Tsumi would clear his throat as his free hand collected what was left of the chocolates and would confidently stride across the room before holding it out to the clearly crippled man laying in the bed. Speaking as he held them out as if he fully expected him to take the box with ten remaining chocolates.

"I bought you an apology box for uh....going overboard. I thought I was getting jumped because she....anyway I got a little hungry while you were sleeping but the majority is in there I promise. I didn't even eat the cherry or almond ones. Honest. uh....Who's the confused guy?"

Hearing the sound of a voice but not being able to see them, Kitsumi thought for sure he had died and gone to heaven. It wasn't until he heard her say her name that the connection was made, and he realized that he wasn't dead. His limited vision adjusting towards the sound of her voice, his Denkanryū still currently on the fritz, but as his eyes fell upon Yasuka, he would let out a small sigh of relief. From what he could see of her, she didn't look injured and from what she was saying he took it to mean that hey at least he wasn't dead. Weeks confined to a bed though was going to be annoying, he just got out of a bed and now he was stuck in one again.

The fingers on his left hand would twitch ever so slightly as the man attempted to move his hand towards his hip to grasp the hilt of his sword out of instinct. He was about to ask Yasuka about his sword, when as if she read his mind, she would hold it up for him to see. A small tear would form in the corner of his eye as Yasuka explained how she had cared for it for him in his absence. The sword was the one thing Kitsumi had left, the one thing he held close to his heart. To see that Yasuka had taken her time to care for it, would mean a great deal to the swordsman. "Lady Inazuma, you are too kind. Thank you, I don't know how I can ever repay you for this." Kitsumi would state through strained speech, as Yasuka sat his blade into the chair. "My brain is still a mess, what happen the last thing I remember was.." His words would stop, and if Yasuka was looking towards his eyes, she would see fear within them as the flash of the demon face entered his thoughts once more, only to be pulled back into the moment as the silence was broken by a loud proclamation of someone shouting their name.

Though he still couldn't move the sudden proclamation from someone near him that he didn't know was there, would be enough to trigger his adrenaline responses kick starting his Denkanryū and the sudden flooding of electrical pulses would flood the man's senses. The machines and people in the room, the people walking past in the hallway, as well as everything else that had any sort of electricity within it. In the room, he could feel the familiar and erratic pulses from Yasuka, and then not far from where they were was another signal. The electrical signal of the one who made the sudden proclamation did not feel familiar, and Kitsumi did not recognize the name, so it was unlikely the man was there to see him. It was likely the person was another patient, either that or the person was the worst doctor Kitsumi had ever met. Still he would not have time to respond to the man question of if they knew him, as a lump in his throat formed when he felt something just on the edge of his Denkanryū range just outside his door.

'It couldn't be... It wouldn't be... It can't be... oh f--!' Kitsumi's worst fears would be realized as just within his peripherals as he faced Yasuka, he saw the door. His heart rate would be steadily climbing the closer the signal got to the room, until he felt as though everyone in the room could hear the rapid, panicked beating of his heart in his chest. Within a matter of seconds from him sensing this new sources arrival, the door was ripped from it hinges making an extremely loud cracking sound as wood and metal were ripped apart from one another. His eyes landing upon the man who caused this to happen, Kitsumi's adrenal gland would kick into overdrive and whatever paralytic the doctors had used on him would lessen in effect. Certain the monster had returned to finish him off, though still laying in the bed Kitsumi would instinctually reach out with his left hand, towards the chair for his sword. The sudden movement causing both surprise and pain to register on Kitsumi's face as his right arm would quickly grab his ribs letting out a quiet "Ah" in pain. It would seem as though his arms and part of his upper body was no longer paralyzed, feeling the pain was a good sign of that, though he still couldn't feel his legs or sit up fully.

"Lady Inazuma, he's come to finish me off. Get out of here quickly," he would say in a hushed voice to Yasuka as the horned man drew closer. The smiling grin on the man's face as he approached, would shift back and forth between it and the demon face from before in Kitsumi's mind, as the man got to the bed. Seeing the man hold out his hands, Kitsumi would close his eyes. Afraid to face his fate, but knew he could not get away and his sword was too far from his current range of motion to reach. Not registering the man's words as he spoke, Kitsumi waited for what he believed would be his demise. When it didn't come, he would open his eyes to see the man standing there holding a box of chocolate that had a few missing. He would just stare at the man blinking repeatedly in both confusion and fear, unsure what to do or say.

He had been so focused on the appearance of the demon man, that he did not realize that the electrical impulses of one of the people he had sensed within the room next door had moved into the room until he heard her voice. Still trapped as he was, laying in the hospital bed, Kitsumi's eyes would tentatively shift from the demon man to the source of the voice. What he saw instantly made him believe that Tsumi really did kill him, and he had just hallucinated the chocolates, because he would swear he was looking at an angel. His eyes would tear away from the new woman and back to Tsumi, seeing the chocolates still, nope not a hallucination. Though still confused, Kitsumi would be slightly happier at the fact that he was still alive, because if the chocolates were real then the woman must be real as well.

He wasn't sure who she was, though it was obvious from what she was wearing she wasn't staff, it was possible that she was there to visit the other guy but he couldn't be sure with how he currently was positioned. He probably would have enjoyed the view of her more if he wasn't shifting his eyes between her and the demon man standing near him, still not fully aware of what exactly was going on.

Yasuka is still smiling a bit as Kitsumi thanks her and admits to not knowing how he could repay her, and she's about to respond that there's no need for repayment between teammates that look after one another when it feels like almost everything in the hospital happens all at once before she can explain to him what happened at the end of the spar. First, some patient who had been in a completely vegetative state up until that point would suddenly lift upwards and shout his own name quite loudly, making the Inazuma jump. To be honest, he was lucky that Yasuka hadn't tried to start forming handseals at that moment from the surprise. Then he seems to notice the two of them and, funnily enough, asks them if they know who he is. Yasuka's response is dry enough to dehydrate the ocean.

"You are Kyousuke, I presume."

Then the door is ripped off its hinges, and Yasuka actually does perform a string of handseals, stopping in the middle of it when she sees that it's actually Tsumi, holding a box of chocolates. Her normally very stoic face actually shows a bit of anger now at the two sudden interruptions, and then she looks at Kitsumi herself and sees the expression of fear quite clearly on his face. Not even fear, but outright sheer terror as he seems to think that Tsumi is here to finish him off. Silently, she thinks to herself that a box of chocolates would be quite a poor choice of murder weapon, and she can see that he's bandaged as well, and it's clear to her that he's actually recovering in the hospital. She considers shoving Tsumi out of the hospital room for how it seems to cause Kitsumi a great deal of distress, despite his apology in the form of a box of chocolates, when another woman enters the room.

Her skin tone matches the Inazuma's own, though parts of her body are covered in scar tissue. Despite her beauty, she's clearly had a lot of trauma in her past as well. Still, with so little clothing covering her body, Yasuka herself feels a little self-conscious, but at least she's a bit taller than the other woman at 5'4". She can take at least a little bit of pride in that. Yasuka also realizes she'd removed her yellow fur-lined jacket and placed it on the back of a chair, so she was just in her ninja vest and flowing white pants as well as her raised-heel nin shoes. Thankfully, the other woman's focus isn't on any of them for long, and instead she seems to give the stranger a bit of a glare. His shouting must have interrupted something.

And all this time, Yasuka has barely managed to get a word in edgewise. But her face remains mostly stoic as she looks between Kitsumi, Tsumi, who is unwittingly terrorizing Kitsumi just with his presence, this new stranger, and the man who had called himself Kyousuke. First thing's first, introductions can wait until she's calmed Kitsumi down for the moment. Normally she would have placed a hand on her teammate's wrist to help calm him, but she sees now that some of the paralytics are wearing off and so he'll likely be feeling some pain as his nerve endings become active once again. Instead, to make it easier on the white-haired man, she reaches over and takes hold of the box of chocolates from Tsumi's hands and delicately places them on the bedside table before giving the horned man a bit of a glare, though she's speaking to Kitsumi next to her.

"Not to worry, Kitsumi. We really did a number on him in our spar, so he's recovering in the hospital, too. Tsumi, thank you for the chocolates on Kitsumi's behalf, won't you have a seat?"

At this, she offers him the seat she'd been sitting in earlier, the chair without Kitsumi's sword resting on it. It was at least further away from Kitsumi, so he might feel a little less trapped in the room at least. Then she looks to the other two people, the one that had been up until that point completely unconscious and the dark-skinned woman, and she tries to redirect Kitsumi's attention to focus on them, although she can see from the way his eyes shift that she needs little work to direct his view towards her.

"Ah, hello. I'm Yasuka of the Inazuma clan. This is Kitsumi of the Ryuzoji. How do you do?"