Subject: Ngo + Xin History. Sun Apr 10, 2011 10:45 pm
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This topic should be available for the above characters. Please make a note to place this in the appropriate area if this is not it. Myself and Ngo have had a bit of fun fleshing out this idea and want to roll with it in an RP form. Both of us taking control to just flesh out their back story together and exactly how much they know of each other. Also, if we are out of line. And/or you would like to interject. Feel free to do so ST'ers. We both just want to have fun and explore our characters.
Setting: 3 prior to story opening.
School had just gotten out and Kireou was off to an area of town he had over heard some of the shadier students discussing. The fourteen year old was eager to attempt his first sale of the pilfered prescription medicine from the hospital, and the many visits there with his younger brother.
He had no idea what he was doing, but knew full well that Ms. Sonada, the elderly woman that lived next door would take care of Harou while he was out. Extra credit was his excuse, but he had to know if this would work. He needed income that the government would not know of, or else they would remove the stipend completely.
The check he got monthly was a pittance compared to the actual need for anyone to live on. It was only meant to help a family, not support two boys in a house all on their own. It took him almost two years to get everything settled and figured out. And in that time he quickly had blown through all of the savings his Mother had left.
Needless to say, this was his best option... And as much as it sickened him, it excited him. To be able to bring home food on a regular basis for his sibling. It filled him with pride at the prospect. He ran for quite a while. It was easy for him, just running. His endurance allowed him lasting longevity even if he wasn't as quick as the others. He could always out last them.
Turning down a corner after what seemed like a good half an hour or so, he ran into a group of four rough looking kids. None of which he knew from school... but all older than he was. He approached them brushing the hair out of his eyes.
"Hey, um... Hi guys." He was always awkward in social situations with his peers. He knew he had to make this quick and get back home. His brother counted on him to save him from the terrible boredom, and worse cookies of old lady Sonada's.
He got straight to the point pulling out a small vial of morphine. "I.. uh Heard I could sell some of this stuff..." Wrong move. The look on their faces, and their sudden movement told him it was indeed the wrong way to approach things. He turned and took off running as they approached, his ears ringing with their insults and laughter. Kireou made a quick decision... and a wrong turn.
He attempted to climb up over the fence blocking the alleyway but wasn't quick enough and was hastily thrown to the ground. Kireou stood up against the wall, his eyes slackened and his face grew placid. He knew what was coming, he'd seen it many times before in his youngest years.
Each took turn pummeling and punching, hitting kicking, and swinging whatever blunt object they had around. When he thought they were done he stumbled... back to where he came from dropping some of the procured items on the way. To which one of the boys took interest.
"Hey man, this shit is real... We could make some money off this. Let's see what else he's got."
And with that, they struck him from behind... it was a sullen afternoon. Not sunny, but not too cloudy. The wind was picking up the sign of an on coming storm. But none of this actually soaked into Kireou's senses while he laid there covering his head with his arms still clasping the bottle he had offered them moments ago.
Ngo Tien Doan
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Subject: Re: Ngo + Xin History. Sun Apr 10, 2011 11:14 pm
Ngo shook the mans hand and nodded with a grin as he proceeded on his way. He passed a near by alleyway and ran his fingers through his hair and took the time to look down it. He saw before him a lone kid being beaten. He said to himself,
"New blood..."
He then proceeded past the alleyway and moved his hands into his pockets. He then however had a change of heart and closed his eyes as he removed the pack of smokes from the inside of his coat pocket. Ngo knew what it was like and hell the kid could end up dead. Ngo, was not accustomed to seeing someone being outnumbered and beaten. Perhaps this was his chance to do something right, he knew what he should have done when he saw it. But for some reason the recent years had changed him. These streets were tough, the kind of shit you never saw on TV, the Asian crowd never reported crime. Ngo had been in league with the Yakuza..... He knew what life was like and had spent more time on the streets than in the classroom.
Ngo hesitates.....
But soon he turns and meanders down to the alleyway. He leans against the wall a few feet from the one being beaten and watched. When suddenly one of the young punks noticed him, Ngo grinned.
Asian Punk 1: "What the hell are you looking at?"
Ngo, shook his head and removed one cig from the pack and placed it to his lips and approached them.
He replies,
""Hey, whats going on fella's? Why you beaten on that guy?"
Asian Punk 2: ""This idiot is moving in on such and such territory. We're teaching him a lesson."
Ngo, lights up his smoke as he leans against the wall and slowly inhales, letting the smoke roll up his face as he inhales. He stares holes into the gathered youth who are beating this young kid. Ngo was young but the streets and his life had hardened him. He savors the smoke and then pushes himself from the wall and moves closer. Ngo knew he was tougher than these common street punks. As he grew closer he noticed the raggedy clothed male. Ngo almost felt sorry for the kid.
He replies in a cold and confident manner.
""Teaching a lesson? To someone below you? What the hell do you all know about territory....."
The group looked to him, nobody in their right mind would have done something so wild, unless they could back up themselves or knew someone... Ngo looked down to the beaten kid and his assailants rose up and took a few steps back. Ngo removed his smoke and looked down to the kid as he knelt down and replies to Xin,
""Drugs? Heroin? Opium? Chasing the dragon? Hold still man..."
Ngo shook his head and slowly rose up placing the lit cig back into his mouth,
Asian Punk 1: "What the hell you doing? We should just kick you ass right now, nice jacket..."
Asian Punk 2: "Very nice jacket"
Ngo smirks and replies as he removes his wallet.
"I have 1,000 on me. I will give to you all to make up for your loses. Also consider this mercy, should I ever see bigger and far worse fish who can have you in a body bag before the next dawn. Plus, I do not think you want to hang around.. But if you do, I can do it myself and whoever I leave un-harmed well.... Or would you rather play, Oicho-Kabu? (Reference to the Yakuza and the game they play)"
Ngo removes a large sum of money and tosses it to the floor, letting the wet alleyway soak the yen.
"Your move...."
Ngo stands in front of Xin and pulls his jacket to the side revealing a small firearm.
Kireou's eyes remained quite blank as Ngo leaned down to speak to him, he seemed to be preparing for another blow. The vague muscle twitches showing that he was trying not to flinch, something he learned only made matters worse...
A quiet murmur of descent rose between the four of them. They each had a weapon of their own by now, but eyed Ngo's handgun. One kid, the eldest smirked at the money on the ground. He stooped down, and picked it up pocketing it in the wake of the three younger punks arguing amongst themselves.
Asian Punk 3: "Man, I don't know... that's yakuza talk..."
Asian Punk 2: "Bullshit he's just throwing around words to make himself sound bad ass."
Asian Punk 1: "I still say we kick both their asses, take the drugs and sell 'em our selves."
Asian Punk 4: Walks away dropping his two by four. He was smirking, he seemed to know better than to deal with someone armed, he did however take out his cellphone and lean against the wall. "Listen bud, do what'cha gotta do, but you pull that gun out. I call the cops. Understood?"
At these words the other three began to circle like a pack of wolves. They were all so focused on preparing to jump Ngo that they failed to notice their victim rising from the ground.
Kireou stood firm to the ground his feet locked in place but gave the distinct feeling that should he have to move he would quite possibly collapse to the ground in a heap of bone and blood. The tattered clothing showed that he was already bruising quiet badly from some internal trauma. And though he teetered, he remained standing.
"I ... don't use..." He muttered incoherently. It seemed he was trying to answer a question that no one seemed to care about. But it was evidently important that he say these things as he stared straight ahead at the trio wielding their chain, pipe, and fists.
Their eyes shifted from Ngo, to Kireou and back. Laughing at the beaten boy wondering aloud if he wanted some more. They charged forward, each swinging wildly and attacking just as frantically. It seemed they wanted blood, or to prove themselves, or both.
Ngo Tien Doan
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Ngo snaps the fire arm out from the waist band of his pants and kisses the barrel.
"You can call them now if you want. You'll be dead before they arrive and you are the first one I will shoot, sweetheart. Now you make your choice..."
The gun was not registered, he had cleaned the gun himself and the ballistics would be hard to track. Ngo was good with illegal dealings, few ever caught him. Ngo made it clear though he would shoot the kid who threatened him with the phone.
As they charge....
Ngo branches out his arm as he lunges at the first assailant with the pipe. Ngo raises up his left forearm to block the mans swing, his right hand tightening on the grip of the pistol. Ngo caught the punk in the joint of his arm as he swung, Ngo quickly closed the distance, then up came his right hand. Ngo pistol whips the first hammering him across the jaw. A spray of blood erupts from the thugs jaw. A wet crunch was heard and his jaw had been broke. Teeth fell to the pavement and a large gush of blood came from his mouth. The kid doubled down sinking into the alleyway. His body folded like clean laundry, his body lifeless. The thug was knocked out by the force and heavy weight of the pistol.
Ngo looks up and cocks back the hammer and raises up the gun to the others that still approach. Ngo then grasps the pistol whipped youth by the back of his jacket and jerks him up. Ngo then whipped around and drove his knee into the back of the punks neck, driving his knee in deep. Ngo was a violent youth and it was clear he had seen his share of fights. The sheer brutality of the actions made Ngo look fairly fierce.
Ngo turned his back for just a moment and the punk with the chain, lunged moving the chain around Ngo's neck. The youth was strong and Ngo struggled, the barrel of the gun keeping the chain from fully cutting off his breath. Ngo gurgles and shakes his left hand flailing as he tries to recover from the sudden attack. Ngo's eyes rolled back and he muttered,
"A little help here...."
Ngo then snarled and he felt the chain tighten and he tilted his head away from the direction of the guns barrel. He then looked to Xin and slightly smirked though it faded as Ngo tried to look to the youth with the phone. Ngo slammed his heel down on the thugs toe and attempts to drive his head back into the mans own.
The thug with the phone stands shaken though he is slowly regaining his wits.
Kireou stood watching the older man come to his rescue, so to speak...
He wanted to help but was held immobile by the thought of the gun going off and hitting him instead. He after all didn't know this man, or where his loyalties lay exactly. And a bullet, well... A bullet isn't a form of abuse Kireou thought he could live through.
He tried to slip in when the pipe came swinging down, but the ferocity of Ngo's attack on the man made him question just who was the one that needed help.
The eldest of the punks, watching his friends fall to the new comer decided that the phone probably wasn't the best idea. And while the gun was locked up and away from aiming at anyone in particular he charged forward drawing a switchblade.
The blade glinted in the dying sunlight as the sky became overcast with dark clouds. Kireou slid between the knife and it's intended target, shifting his body so that the knife plunged into his side just above his hip bone.
His hand grabbed the handle of the blade and held it tight to himself, as the other tried to yank it free to swing again. It was no use, Kireou just pressed the blade in further groaning through his clenched teeth. The wound was deep but superficial, he knew how to roll with the abuse to minimize lasting damage.
The foot maneuver had to have worked as the man's hold had loosened enough when he stumbled backward away from Ngo.
Glancing up to see the chain slacken around Ngo's throat Kireou attempted to give his rescuer some breathing room. He stumbled forward and caught the wild whip of the chain to his back. It caught him across both shoulders. The punk flailed it about wildly slamming the linked metal again, and again into the bleeding Kireou.
He stood but his knees faltered. He had lost sight of the cellphone punk and that was his mistake, with a loud crack... he fell to the ground having been smashed across the head with the previously discarded two by four.
Ngo Tien Doan
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Ngo took this time to turn and hammer the man who had choked him with his elbow. Ngo then drove his body back into mans own, pressing him into the wall. Ngo then slammed his head back into the bridge of the mans nose, pushing him away from Xin. Ngo once more slammed his head into the bridge of the mans nose, blood leaking from the broken nose. Ngo felt the man with the chain slip back stunned against the wall. Ngo once more slammed his head back into the mans face, it was clear he was going to break every bone in his face.
Ngo cursed loudly,
"Mother fucker! You like that! Huh?! HUH! FUCKING PUNK! TAKE IT!"
Ngo was rocking his head back and forth, the thugs blood leaking down the back of his neck. The thugs head sank to the side and Ngo missed sending his own head into the wall. Ngo stumbled forward and moved his hands to the back of his head... Ngo whipped around in a blind street rage, a horrible amount of hate showing in his once cool and calm features. Ngo turns and cocks back the hammer on his pistol and forcefully shoves the pistol in the mans mouth.
The thugs eyes flutter and he groans, his face badly distorted and damaged. The thugs showed signs of facial fractures in his face and his eyes were swollen shut. Ngo rams the gun in deeper, the barrel almost moving down the mans throat. He snarls loudly,
"Hey, asshole... You take one of mine, I take one of yours."
Ngo grinds his teeth and spits in the mans face and in a brutal manner jerks the barrel of the gun upward and rams the gun deeper into the mans mouth. The beaten and battered punk gagged and sounded as if he was crying.
"I'll fucking do it then you, lets see you out run a bullet, mother fucker. Yakuza, let me show you how we "fuck around" and "help ourselves"."
Ngo jerks the man up and pins the battered man against the wall and the hammer still cocked on the gun.
Ngo then replies to Kireou....
"Hold your side, man... Stay low, this will not take long... Can you walk... I got your back, I am not leaving you. Hold your side and keep pressure on your wound, my friend.."
Ngo was going to send a message to one of them and the punks knew they had ran into the wrong Vietnamese Jap. Ngo was dark and it was obvious, if he did not get them tonight he would. Ngo's wrist also became visible, and there was a mark...... Associating him with the Yakuza as a contact, a great honor. He had been allowed to get a portion of a tattoo from their own family artist... It was done on his right forearm, granting him more power.. He had their protection due to the help and cover he gave to them. He was not heavily involved but someone in his family was or had been.... So they looked after him.... Something about him told the cognitive punks- he was the real deal.
Kireou shuffled about on the ground, just as the loud crack of thunder sounded in the distance. It had started to rain. No light sprinkle, no gentle summer rain, but a torrential downpour. One that matched the violent ferocity of the man before his eyes.
He did not blink, but stared into the eyes of the other men around him. Watching the carnage replay in his mind. He took Ngo's advice and put pressure on his wound, after removing the blade. His teeth clenched tight and he seethed as he unsheathed the weapon from his flesh, saliva and spittle escaping his lips.
His eyes were cold and still blank, but not wet. Not even the slightest amount of dampness other than from the cold water pouring from the sky.
Kireou heard splashing and saw that it was the man wielding the two by four, he wasn't finished yet. He seemed to be contemplating just what to do. And he ran, with only a sudden hesitation. The punk who threatened with calling the cops, and had attempted to stab Ngo took off running.
He left behind the two semi-conscious friends for whatever fate Ngo might have for them. Whilst the sobbing man with the gun barrel lodged very nearly into his throat tried to beg for his life amidst chokes and gurgles. He sputtered words such as.. "Come on man... .. just a runt... our turf.. please.."
It seemed as though the man with hamburger for a face was trying to get Ngo to see things from his perspective.
Kireou lay in the dirt and grime of the alleyway, the water pooling with his blood. He crawled his way over toward the side bag he had carried searching for a bottle of what appeared to be some form of cleaning compound... He did this... trying to escape the sight of Ngo and his ferocious beating of the others.
He had seen quite a bit in short fourteen year old life, but nothing had ever prepared him for the true brutality of the streets. He was both in shock and awe. Fear and envy for this man who rescued him... He didn't know what to think just yet. Other than.. 'Ow, this antiseptic really stings.'
Ngo Tien Doan
Posts : 100 Join date : 2011-04-09 Age : 35 Location : Vietnam/Japan
Ngo leaned over and in Vitnamese replied to the man, something that was far to awful for Kireou to here.
Ngo then looked back to Kireou and lowered the hammer on the pistol and replied as he looked back to the thug,
"Just a runt?"
Ngo then slowly rose up his left arm and raised his elbow above his head and replied to the man with the gun in his mouth.
"Kneel...."
The man sank effortlessly to his knees and Ngo closed his eyes and chanted to himself gathering his chi and his form shook.
"The Yakuza call this "Kissing the Sun"."
He replied and he roses his elbow up higher, then in a lightening quick strike he drove his elbow down unto the skull of the man. The thugs teeth cracked as the steel of the pistol bit into his teeth. The chamber clicked slightly almost going off, the barrel of the gun badly shredded the roof of his mouth and his four upper and lower teeth were broken something awful. Then Ngo jerked the gun from the mans mouth and two loosed and broken teeth came from the mans mouth. Ngo let him fall back and then replied,
"The Sun must not be out..... You are lucky... If you speak, I will hunt you down like a spring hare....."
Ngo rose up and looked up to the sky and put away his gun and left the two badly beaten me in the alleyway in severe pain. Ngo then turned to Kireou and moved over to him and knelt down beside of him. Ngo removed his coat and placed it over the beaten youth softly. Ngo then tilted his head and looked around and replies,
"Come..... But here... To ease the pain..."
Ngo removed a few illegal prescription Tylenol from a black camera roll container. He kept a supply of them for himself, when the nights got tough. Ngo knelt down to Kireou and helped ease him up. He let Kireou, rest against his leg, which was propped up behind him. Ngo took his hand in his and tapped out two pan pills for the beaten youth. Ngo would help him, the kid seemed to have nothing, Ngo made an offer....
"Take these, I will get you some help... Come with me when you can stand, no discussion..."
Ngo cast a glance over to the thugs who were badly beaten and would need medical attention or die in the alley... Ngo then thought and replied,
"Hold on.... Karma is a bitch..."
He eased Kireou back into the wall to help him sit up to take the pills then turned and robbed the attackers of Kireou. He took everything they had and looked back now and then to check on Kireou.
"Keep pressure on the wound too, my friend..."
Ngo showed he cared but also practical and he could make a buck while he was at it and help out the youth he had saved, incase he had been robbed.
Kireou visibly flinched as the coat was placed on his shoulders. He seemed to withdraw from the kindness gifted to him as it was obviously not what he was accustomed to. He moved as directed and leaned against the wall while holding his wound. He looked down into his hand at the two pills. Staring at them...
He didn't want to think where these came from, or what exactly they might do to him. He swallowed hard and grimaced. "No... thanks..." He groaned out.. He was speaking through is teeth and it was quite obvious that he was barely conscious. The blow to the back of his head had left quite the large welt. It made his already unruly hair stand up at even more odd angles.
He held the pills back out to Ngo. He didn't want to take drugs, not if this is what he was going to have to go through to sell them. He could only imagine what his brother would think of him if he became an addict. How he would let his only family down, it wasn't worth it. Besides... he'd make it through this.
He made it clear in his offer back that it wasn't going to be worth fighting him on this. He was being a stupid child, stubborn and in pain. Kireou was going to do as he saw fit. Whatever it was that he thought was for the best even if in actuality it wasn't.
"Th-thanks." He grimaced as he leaned over to remove the strap from his side bag, tying it around the wound for pressure... He seemed to know a bit about first-aid. Or as was more the case, he had seemed to memorize quite a number of pamphlets about first-aid. Everything he was doing could be found step for step in any hospital brochure for first aid.
He looked up at Ngo, struggling with a faint smile. "You didn't have to..." Kireou struggled... A hand groping at the coat he was now wearing. He held it tightly closed with the one hand as he slid himself up the wall. Using the brick structure to support himself. "I.. I have to get going..."
He didn't seem to have a knack for social skills. Or he was very reserved, either way he felt guilty coming off as seemingly rude as it might appear. He took one step, and then another on his wounded him and hissed long and loud groping for the wall and collapsing against it, still standing just barely...
Ngo Tien Doan
Posts : 100 Join date : 2011-04-09 Age : 35 Location : Vietnam/Japan
Ngo slipped the pills back into his pocket, his body was well built for the streets- it showed as the rain soaked his white t-shirt. Ngo let the kid try to push himself up. As he buckled slightly Ngo rushed over, incase he fell. He shook his head and moved his right hand to the back of the kids neck.
"Get going? Hell kid, you can't hobble around these parts and get far."
Ngo frowns slightly as he sees the youth in pain, he knew the feeling all to well. Ngo is careful in how he touches the wounded youth and replies,
"I know I did not have to. But I did, names Ngo.. You're not going to argue with me on this..."
Ngo moved in closer and replied,
"Take a breath, hold your side.... It is not far...."
Ngo carefully raised Kireou's arm over his shoulder and gently moved his arm around his waist. He clutched the waistband of his clothing and allowed Kireou to rest his weight against him. The rain soaked both of them to the bone, that warm Japanese rain. Ngo was not harmed but his shirt in the back was dyed pink from the blood and rain mixing together. His shirt now tie-dyed with gore, Ngo went out on a limb for the stranger. It was clear Ngo had a heart that matched his anger. Ngo then reached over and went to take the bag from Kireou.
"Give me the bag, I am not going to steal it. I would have done so already. Come on now, it is useless to argue.... If i was to leave you in the rain and on your own they would come back and finish you off. Best you stick with, Ngo on this one. What's your name?"
Kireou's breath seemed to stop the moment Ngo approached. Again the fourteen year old boy flinched attempting to recoil from the ferocious man. Should he decide to continue the monstrous show of force he had just used.
It wasn't that he was terrified of Ngo, although to be honest he quite possibly would have been and who could blame him. It was more that he was not expecting the gentle supporting gestures.
Kireou's hand went up to Ngo's on the back of his neck, and placed his over the male's. He did this out of reaction, but let his hand linger only a bit.. The large lump on the back of his head was bleeding, and left its stain upon Ngo's palm.
The previously mentioned hand and arm fell to his side, holding the wounded area as he moved. His body leaning against that of Ngo's as they walked slowly down and out of the alley. Wherever it was that Ngo was leading them, Kireou was in no shape to argue.
Kireou winced with each heavy breath and worse yet when Ngo's arm delicately took his up and over the older males shoulder. He leaned on the stronger man, almost enjoying the closeness.
He was grateful for the jacket Ngo had placed on him, it kept the water at bay, and although it was warm, the rain made him shiver ever so slightly. Or so he thought, when in actuality it may have just been his muscles spasms from their internal damage.
He seethed with another step and clutched at Ngo's chest, almost falling into him. He gazed upon the drenched form of the Yakuza's friend and felt what little blood he had left in him rush to his face, making him blush.
"Ngo..." He repeated the name as if it took strength to force it to memory. "Tha-anks... " He was speaking with seething breaths for every step he seemed to gain more composure as he grew accustomed to the pain the words came easier... "Na-ame's Xin, Er.. Kireou Xin."
He let out a soft groan as he pivoted following Ngo's directional guidance. And gently passed the bag over to him. He knew the man's words were true, and still had difficulty fathoming where this gentleness came from, when moments before he was nothing but a typhoon of brutality.
A small stainless steel locket bounced open against his throat, outlined by the blood trickling down and collecting under the coat along his collar bone. There was a picture of a small boy no older than nine, maybe ten smiling inside it.
"Where are we.. going?" He asked sounding quite worried and possibly frightened that Ngo might just finish him off elsewhere. He had heard horrendous stories about the Yakuza and at that moment feared for his brothers life....
Ngo Tien Doan
Posts : 100 Join date : 2011-04-09 Age : 35 Location : Vietnam/Japan
Ngo walked with Kireou down the alleyways and said nothing for a few minutes. Ngo however held him gently and kept him from exerting to much force. Ngo finally replied,
"We are going to my place, get you rested up and healed. What were you doing in these parts anyway? "
Ngo then shook his head and replies,
"Never mind, you are not use to this job are you? There places you go and certain places you do not. You should have taken the pills, they were Tylenol... Prescription strength, but then again they would thin your blood... So perhaps it is best..."
Ngo looked over to him and saw the picture of the younger kid and began to think yet said nothing. He would find out in time, Ngo allowed the blood of Kireou to stain his hand. Ngo looked up ahead and soon they came to the end of the alleyway, they were in the Vietnamese section of town. A small Vietnamese restaurant comes into view and Ngo stops and tilts his head in that direction.
"We are heading around the back, one of the places I stay. It is not much but..... I have something at least... Not much further.. Behind the resturant. Plus you could use some food.. Hot tea, Thit Bo Nuong La Lot and some Pho Ga."
Ngo moves his body closer to Xin and smiles and replies,
"Kireou, I'll remember that. Come now...."
Ngo did not mind the youth using him for support, Ngo wanted to help and took pity on the boy. Plus he had helped him out, Ngo returned favors.
Spoiler:
- Thit Bo Nuong La Lot
- Pho Ga
Spoiler:
(This is before he gets further established and wealthy, when he is just starting out moving on to BIGGER things.)
Kireou swallowed hard, but that just hurt all the more and soon he was in a short coughing fit. Each expansion of his chest pressed against his ribs and made him ache all the more. He turned his head to the side, and almost managed to disguise the fact that he was spitting. He knew it wasn't appropriate but the vile putrid taste of blood in his mouth sickened him... something he never got used to and why he almost always tried to protect his face.
His face was indeed pretty clean of abuse, the fight seemed to have focused on the rest of his body save for the one blow to the back of his head. Almost untouched it seemed as he had wanted it from the covering of his head whilst being beaten upon the ground.
"I was..." He was cut off by Ngo's words and lapsed back into silence. This was different, odd... He was always the one in charge. He had always shouldered the responsibility and was taking care of others. This was.... 'Nice...' he thought dangerously.... But knew it was far too stupid to think otherwise.
There was a time when he thought letting someone else deal with the problem was for the best, but it never stayed that way. It never was for their best... it was always for whomever claimed to be doing what was best for them, for him and his brother...
Kireou looked a bit emaciated, but this was only a few years after his parents removal... and he was slowly learning the balance his body would need to maintain stability and efficiency. The shadows beneath his eyes spoke volumes of just how little sleep he got amongst these countless nights.
The closer Ngo got, the more terrified the feeling welled inside Kireou. He wasn't able to keep this up, and if he didn't push away soon he would falter in his resolve... and he was too scared to know if he would ever be able to build it up again.
The feeling was welcomed, the closeness the warmth... His stomach screamed at the mention of food and he looked to the ground ashamedly.
"Please, no... you do too much. I cannot. My brother. I..." Kireou didn't know what else to say. He didn't want to tell this stranger much more, he was certain that if anyone found out he had forged guardianship he would lose his home among other things... Silence became him, as he was guided along by Ngo.
Ngo Tien Doan
Posts : 100 Join date : 2011-04-09 Age : 35 Location : Vietnam/Japan
Ngo, knew some herbal remedies and like Japanese food... Vietnamese food had healing properties, the soup would make him feel better- especially the spicy broth. The herbal tea was also a house specialty. Ngo lived below the restaurant and worked part time as an honest cook, to make ends meet. In return he was allowed to stay in the basement, converted into a dwelling for himself. The Vietnamese looked after their own, even half breeds. Ngo guided Kireou around the back and replied,
"I do not blame you, I would not trust me either. But you can rest here for now, I will not pry. You need your rest. It seems you and I are cut from the same cloth, only differently.."
Ngo moves to the stairwell and replies,
"Hold your side, I am going to help you down the stairs....."
Ngo cradled the youth in his arms and picked him up, careful not to harm his wounds. Though the few on his back he could not help, but his touch was gentle. Ngo looked after others like him and this kid, struck a chord with him. Ngo felt pity on the boy and knew he needed help. Unlike most, those from the street that were true vagabonds knew their own.
Ngo carefully leaned back and de-latched the lock on the door and nudged it open- pushing the door open. The place was nice and well cleaned but small. The small mattress lay in front of an old television set, still playing with the nightly news report. Ngo, eased the youths head into his chest and knelt down, placing him on the mattress, his right hand carefully guiding his head back down on the pillows.
"Look man, I do not know where you come from nor what your deal is.. But you can trust Ngo."
Ngo slapped his chest several times and assured him with a smile.
"It is not a problem, we will talk over tea and food. Some for your brother too perhaps?"
The smell of the food from the restaurant continued to berate his empty stomach. He grimaced at the continued noise and gurgling of the empty beast. He took a deep sharp breath and held it as Ngo picked him up. He wasn't very heavy and was only 4'8" at this point in time with a rather small frame.
He looked up from the arms of Ngo as he held tight to his wound and was carried down the stares. He looked so apologetic and almost pleaded with the man to stop. This was pointless... he could and should be doing this himself. But he kept his mouth shut...
As much as he needed his independence and stoic resolve... his psyche knew he needed this too. And so he remained quiet and passive, almost pliable in the hands of the older man.
'Cut from the same cloth...' Kireou pondered these words trying to make sense of their meaning. He tried to remain as still as he could while Ngo nudged the door open and revealed his home to Kireou. He looked around and appreciated the cleanliness. He never seemed to have time himself, and always berated his brother from doing so...
He no longer winced at the gentle touch, or being placed onto the bed. He only grimaced as he watched the blood stains soak into the otherwise clean looking mattress. He apologized profusely, noting that the leather coat would be coated in it as well. And soon too the pillow...
The weather had soaked him through regardless of what little protection Ngo's coat gave him, and it seemed to outline his thin form. Shifting about he removed the coat before laying back down and staring up at the ceiling.
"I... do you... a phone?" He didn't think he would be getting home tonight, at least not at a reasonable hour, and wanted to make sure that Harou, his brother, was taken care of...
The faintest of smiles fought at the corner of his lips, it seemed he was uncertain of how to do such a simple thing but eventually a quiet chuckle escaped him. The manly bravado Ngo showed while beating upon his chest was just a bit much for Kireou to take in.
He nodded in response to Ngo's last question, that indeed was whom he was going to call. Only he had to sound normal... happy even.. He took in a deep breath and sighed... then again... He was trying to regain some of the composure he had lost while in Ngo's arms.
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Ngo, removes his cell phone and hands it to Kireou.
"Call who you need to....."
Ngo did not pay no attention to the blood on his mattress and pillows. He slowly removed the coat from Kireou and tossed it to the floor. Ngo sat down on the bed with Kireou. Ngo was not use to taking people in but this young kid reminded him much of himself and how he had been helped. Ngo however did not have to make him feel obligated. The Yazuka had pretty much made him loyal to them or do small favors. They used people like Ngo and Ngo did not know... It would be to late before he realized he had got in to deep. But Ngo, took a liking to the youth who spoke of his brother yet said so little. Ngo looked up to Kireou and placed his hand on his chest and replied,
"I am going to look at the wound, your blood does not run black... But red, you should recover...... Relax, Kireou..."
Ngo placed his hand on Kireou's own and cupped it as he lifted it. Ngo carefully lifted the hem of the shirt and narrowed his eyes... The large gash coming into view. Ngo looked up to Kireou and then back down to the wound.
"The infection is something you will have to worry about.... I am not sure what you want nor if you trust me, Xin.. But I can get you back to your feet.... If you trust me, which you can decide.."
Ngo bit his lower lip and saw just how bad the injuries were and maybe he had bit off to much. Ngo rose up and moved his bloody hand through his hair and looked around and replied,
"I will leave you to make your call.... Your... Brother?"
Ngo, smoothed the youths hair from his face leaning back down and checked the dialation of his pupils. He seemed fine but dehydrated....
Ngo replied,
"Ngo, will be back in a moment..."
Ngo gave the youth his privacy and he walked away, Ngo seemed to talk about this without much worry. Ngo had learned how to harden himself and his emotions. He had to, so he could make it in his world. Ngo, knew Kireou had some secrets, in his culture it was not polite to pry such things from a stranger. Ngo removed his shirt and tossed it to the tile floor of the makeshift restroom... A poorly installed sink, toiler and tub- a simple screen of paper separating it from the rest of the room. Ngo went to get a few things for Kireou.
Kireou knew Ngo would not listen to closely, but he could hear loud voices- he cut on the water...
Kireou closed his eyes taking yet another deep breath, he let it out long and slow which became a bit of a shocked sputter when his gaze fell upon Ngo sitting so close. He licked his lips and swallowed, he searched Ngo's face focusing on every feature trying to discern his intentions, but he had never been very good at reading people.
"Thanks..." He held the phone in his right hand, his left a little too bloody at the moment and he did want to minimize his inconveniencing of the kind man that had taken him in. He didn't want to be rude but made no dialing gesture just yet allowing Ngo to continue speaking.
His eyes watched the hand reach toward him, wary that it might strike at any moment. Kireou's form however almost, almost melted into the touch to his own. Kireou's hand lightly squeezing Ngo's as it was removed for better inspection of the wound.
Though he fairly certain the wound was superficial, Ngo's words had the added affect of allowing him to relax a bit more. He laid his head back down, the damp hair sticking to his face before it was so tenderly brushed aside. Kireou's eyes remained closed and he hoped the dampness at the corner of them would be assumed to be a stray pooling of rain water...
He soon opened them and gazed upward at Ngo, nodding ever so slightly. He tried to speak this time, but words did not come. Instead his mouth formed the formal gratitude, but he had not the breath to give it sound.
Kireou dialed the number and waited... he waited again.. and finally someone had picked up. "Hai, Ms. Sonada. It's me Kireou. No... Kireou Xin. You were watching... Is Harou there?" He seemed to pause his voice was straining to sound normal but the frustration with the hard of hearing woman was apparent. He couldn't keep talking loudly without groaning with each breath.
"Toshi-kun. Yes, No I'm fine. Yes. Yes I'm sure.. Would you drop it already. Hey, who's the big brother here? Yeah. Great news. Yeap. They.... " He faltered for a moment as if trying to think of the proper words. "Yeah, they wanted me to start... Yeap, right away. Lots of dishes. No... I don't know. I know. I'm sorry, I promise. Yes I will. I will make it up to you."
Kireou was lost in conversation, the pain was gone from his voice now, weather he was just that elated to be talking to whomever was on the other end. Or his resolve was that good at hiding it from this person he seemed to care a great deal about.
He continued... "No... Listen, just have her. Yes. You can sleep at home." He gave a soft chuckle here indicating something cute or adorable was being said. "Yeah I know, I'll make sure to wake you when I get there." He was rolling his eyes in response to his own words. "Yes, I promise. Yes. I said I promise didn't I? Have I ever broken one. Exactly."
He seemed to be listening now, as he had grown quiet every now and then a faint agreement or disagreeing tone escaped his lips... He was responding through his teeth that much was evident in how low the responses had become. He gazed around the room hearing the water running and wondering exactly what Ngo had gone off to get. He really did respect this man, and the privacy he was given in this stranger's home.
"Yes Harou I know... Nope, under the table. It will only be as needed though. No I don't. It won't affect the government money." He seemed to cut the person on the other line off speaking a bit more quickly now. "Would you let me worry about that. It isn't your responsibility. No, stop. I said no. Just please. Please tell Ms. Sonada. Be sure to thank her, yeah yeah... thanks for praying brother.." His tone was sarcastic, obviously some kind of non-commitle tone with the religious aspect of the current conversation...
"Alright, sweet dreams Toshi-kun. I love you. Be good. And don't you dare. No.. I said Harou!" He groaned, apparently the other line hung up and with a click he removed the number from history and placed the phone to the side. He swung himself around and tested his feet on the floor.
He struggled to stand, putting as much pressure as he dare on his legs before groaning and flopping back onto the bed...
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Ngo had been listening and he turned to head back to the sink. Ngo looked into the mirror and examined his complexion and then washed his hands, cleaning the blood from them. A bottle of Saki rested on the counter which he reached for. Ngo thought on the words he heard and slowly shook his head as he spun off the top to the bottle. Ngo, moved the bottle to his lips and turned up the bottle guzzling a large gulp of the strong rice wine.
Ngo relaxed and he lowered the bottle as his head sank forward. Ngo shook his head once more this time to shake off the symptoms of the large gulp. Ngo then looked over his shoulder and placed the bottle on the rim of the sink. Ngo then as he approached a makeshift cardboard closet, he removed a wash rag and a rag and towel.
Ngo, moved his right hand into his pocket and a click was heard, a faint cloud of smoke came from behind the paper barrier. The scent of smoke filled the room, Ngo was indeed smoking. Ngo bite the cig between his lips and ran the rag under the hot water. His eyes squinted as the smoke rolled up his face and he squeezed out the water of the rag, groaning as the hot water made his hands slightly red.
Ngo, then tilted his head and reached for the Saki and tilted the bottle down, pouring a liberal amount of the strong drink over the hot rag. Ngo then looked back in the mirror and placed down the bottle of Saki. Ngo coughed roughly and removed the cig from his lips flicking the ash into the bowl of the toilet. Ngo snorted loudly and then cut off the water, he placed the cig back into his mouth.
Ngo then removed a bottle of red liquid with a yellowish tint, from under the sink. Kireou would know this was betadine soap. It was used to clean and keep infection from growing over the area of skin. Ngo re-emerged holding the rag in his hand right hand and the bottle of betadine soap in his left- the clean towel on his right shoulder. Ngo then with his left hand holding the bottle of Betadine, removed his cig and exhaled the smoke in a french inhale. The smoke rolled up his face and he replied,
"Things sound.... Good..."
Ngo then placed the cig back between his lips and moved back over to the bed.
"Making good money eh?"
Ngo sat down on the bed and placed down the bottle of Betadine. He then leaned back and reached into his pocket and dug around, Ngo winked to Kireou as he done so. Ngo then grinned and spoke, the cig clinging to his lower lip,
"I believe this is yours..... And this..... And this... Keep it you earned it.."
Ngo tossed the items on the bed and nodded with a tilt of his head.
Ngo, emptied his pocket and all the money and drugs the two had taken from Kireou were all there. Ngo then sat up and removed the cig from his lips and moved the rag closer to Kireou's wound, close to his hip. He then placed the smoke behind his ear, holding it there as he began to work.
Ngo then moved his hands to the waistband of Kireou's pants and slid them down slightly to reveal a good portion of his body. His hip bone and pelvis around the injured area revealed. He then replied in a jovial and confident manner,
"This will sting but, better to clean it rather than not and seal in possible infection... Relax..."
Ngo lowered the rag to the wound and the hot rag infused with strong liquor went to work, Ngo looked up to Kireou. Ngo probably looked like a devil with the smoke gathering around his head. He then held the rag in place and removed the smoke, placing it back between his lips as he focused now on the wound.
Kireou groaned staring up at the ceiling. It was quite obvious what he had tried to do, as he was now in a completely different position. He was half sprawled the width of the bed holding his wound and clenching his teeth.
His nostrils flared as he inhaled the smell of smoke, and he bolted upright as the smell of alcohol approached. It seemed those two things combined put him on so much edge that he was now cowering again at the foot of the bed...
Kireou's eyes seemed only to focus on the hot embers at the end of the cigarette as Ngo approached. He stayed sitting there, restlessly watching the man for any form of incoming attack.
At his words he seemed to snap out of it, looking into Ngo's eyes and then back to the cigarette. He seemed to think back to his conversation with Harou. How much had he over heard, how stupid could he have been. If he were to be murdered this man could ... But no, he was so gentle, so nice... But those two hateful things from his past were blurring the lines of trust with this new person.
"Yeah... nice enough.... " He seemed unable to convince himself let alone anyone else. Kireou continued to glance at the cigarette now and again while observing the contents of his hand. The bottle, and the rag.
Kireou repositioned himself as Ngo sat, not wanting to invade the other male's personal space. He could not help but tilt his head to the side and raise an eyebrow at Ngo's wink. He watched in silence as the money and hospital pilfered drugs were laid out upon the bed.
"Keep the... drugs. I was just trying to sell them... make ends meet you know..." He seemed ashamed of himself admitting this aloud. He felt as though he were the scum of the earth, even if the man before him was interlaced with the Yakuza, he couldn't help but wish he had another way.
Kireou seemed to breath a bit uneasily from his thoughts, and wounds... He watched as Ngo placed the rag against the wound and he winced. His hand moved forward to help, holding the rag for Ngo as the other slid the over-sized pants down his hip. Kireou couldn't help but blush as more of his flesh was exposed.
He managed to keep some dignity, as his other hand held up the side of his pants furthest from the wound so that only the necessary parts were shown. His pelvic bone stuck out, and the seeping wound was leaking both blood and plasma as the flesh tried to mend itself.
"Relax..." He repeated the word slowly. He took a deep breath and let it out in a long slow fashion. Once the rag and alcohol were in place he fought the urge to cry out or double over in pain succeeding only long enough to make his move. His eyes were still focused on the cigarette that he reached for, and pulled out from between Ngo's lips... He brought it toward his own mouth and hastily put it out with a flick of his tongue... He looked at the thing as if he were disgusted to hold it... And put it aside with the bottles of drugs on the bed.
He said nothing about the abruptness of stealing the man's cigarette or putting it out, it was apparent that it offended him. But not nearly as much as the revulsion he felt for the alcohol soaked rag. He felt nauseous but was unable to differentiate between it being psychological, or physical from his wounds.
He hissed a soft response to the question. "My... neighbor, She Aaahh... " He winced as Ngo continued to clean the wound, he shifted backward. Away from the ministrations and pulling his pants a bit further away while lifting up his shirt slightly more. It was apparent he had many more wounds than this, and some much, much older...
"She.. My brother. He's eight... almost nine. It's just us.." He seethed, it was so hard to talk when all he could focus on every nerve ending firing off all at once.. "Gaaah..." He made other such noises but all of them seemed only the ones that escaped and were too quiet.
His wound continued to bleed, it wasn't showing signs of stopping but did slow after soaking the entire rag a deep red. "Cauterize..." He muttered, he was growing more pale as he fought to stay conscious. Beads of sweat formed on his brow and he had clenched the bed so tightly his hand was cramping.
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Ngo, did not pay no mind to the cig being removed from his lips. Though he did look up a moment tilted his head. With a slight shrug he went back to work. Ngo snorted once more and held the rag over the open wound and kept pressure applied to it. Ngo, noticed the kid growing pale and he began to get a bit worried. Ngo reached for the hand of Kireou and moved it over the rag and replied,
"Do not move, the more you move the worse you get. Before the wound can be cauterized it much be cleaned. What good will you be to your kin if you end up going back to them with infection, in the tissue."
Ngo did not know much but he was fairly bright when it came to "franken-surgery". Ngo did not seem worried, the man really had an easy going nature or either he was a bit to hardened by his life and his experiences. It was hard to tell, plus the sting of the alcohol would numb the searing pain... Though, Ngo was not the kind to go to such methods, the iron would take to long to heat up.
Ngo, patted Kireou on the right thigh, calmly and replied,
"I told you, you should taken at least one pill...."
Kireou was indeed a streetwise professor, the man cared but unlike most... He did not rush but while he took his time he began to think to himself. Ngo was pissed the cig had been taken but he pushed that from his mind at this time. Ngo moves over to the television set and hunches over removing a old outdated book on medicine- first aid book and a bottle of rubbing alcohol with several black threads hanging from the underneath the white cap. Ngo tucked the bottle under his armpit and flipped open the book to the "sutures" section and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Ngo looked up to Kireou and smiled replying,
"Easy now Kireou. Cauterizing is so primitive, if you want to be back on your feet... Not in some hospital, you will listen..."
Ngo then looked away and flipped to the "sutures" section and moved his left index finger to the one labeled "interrupted suture". These were baseball stitches to the layman, the easiest and quickest. Ngo had some experience and these were fairly simple to do and accomplish. However it would hurt and Ngo looked up to Kireou.
"This is going to hurt, but I am going to stitch you up. In case we happen to seal up infection inside the would, it can always be treated later much easier... You're down from heavy activity, two weeks max. Either that or risk getting an infection or bleeding to death. As far as "work".... Well, you listen to Ngo and Ngo will make sure all is well. You will see, if you are smart. Now is not the time to be impulsive....."
Ngo looked away and moved the bottle of rubbing alcohol to the floor and unscrewed the top, his hands then reaching for the betadine soap to clean his hands. It had iodine in it which would kill the bacteria on his own hands and that could get in the thread or on the needle. Ngo looked over to Kireou and tilted his head over to the night stand. If he looked he would see this.
- The Bottom Wakizashi
"You can bite down on the scabbard if you wish or hold it in.... Before I do anything, do you trust me? Or do you still want to cauterize the wound...... I would not advise that and it would take some time..."
Ngo moved his hand over Kireu's on and forced it back on the wound, to keep pressure on the gash. Ngo narrowed his eyes and moment and then went
"Humph..."
Before Xin could say anything, Ngo had already splashed some of the betadine soap on his hands and began to wash them, his hands turning a reddish yellow from the iodine in the cleaning liquid. Ngo seemed to know what they would do in the hospital or had done this to himself before. Ngo added some more betadine to his hands and looked to the manual once more, reading the text as if he was refreshing himself in the art of suturing.
Kireou nodded solemnly to Ngo's words about his kin. What good would he be, and how was he going to explain this to his brother anyways. He was only grateful that it was the end of the week, he could not imagine going to school suffering from a wound like this.
He held his hand tight to the rag over the wound and did as instructed. Kireou did his best to not move, he knew if he were to get his heart racing he might only lose more blood, and he could definitely not afford to go into the hospital. He couldn't bare the shame that would bring to him and how he would look in his brother's eyes.
He nodded slowly listening to Ngo's words. "I... understand, but please.. no drugs.. no ..." He was pleading, begging the man that was very much saving his life. How stupid were his requests... 'Please don't smoke, please don't drink.' Such an insipid notion to be a burden and demand these things of his rescuer. He felt so stupid, and foolish... His eyes fell the the ground and that is where they stayed...
Words failed him, he could only shake and nod his head... Pain he was used to, but sewing... and cleaning, this was going to be something entirely new. He feared he would draw attention from the restaurant above, and the last thing he wanted was to cause more problems for this seemingly endearing man.
He leaned forward slightly with his other hand, grasping the scabbard and holding it loosely... He understood that he'd be biting down on this and hoped that he didn't give into weakness. He strove to maintain whatever dignity he had in this stranger's eyes, even after insulting him by putting out the cigarette without asking.
"I.." He paused and forced himself to look up, his eyes were damp from the exhaustion, worry, and pain... His face pale almost colorless save for the blush from earlier. "I trust you... Ngo." After all, how could he do anything. It would be an even larger insult to tell the man no, when all he had done was help Kireou from the start.
The words echoed in his mind, 'work...', could Ngo help him there too? His grip had slackened on the wound without his notice. He was very tired... And he felt dizzy... He swayed a bit on the bed as his hand was forced to double the pressure on the bleeding hole in his side. "Gomen...nasai..." He muttered quietly.
His hearing had started to falter a bit, and his eyes blinked a bit too often. He saw Ngo cleaning his hands and could not help but smile. Here he was, miles from his brother, his worries, his problems. In the care of another man. It was nice... and then the guilt washed over him.
"How.. can I repay you... I have nothing...." It was a simple, honest statement... He did have nothing, and had no idea how repay the kindness he was being shown.
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"We repay how we can. If you find me in the streets as I found you, finish me off."
Ngo then laughed and shook his head and looked down and replied,
"Kidding, there will come a time when I too will need someone. But I have a feeling that is a long time from now. You can repay me by telling me about yourself. While I work...."
Ngo leaned over and hummed to himself a song and bobbed his head- he seemed to sing the song to himself. Another odd quirk Ngo had, the man did not seem to have a care or either something was badly wrong with his brain. In truth Ngo did all of these strange behaviors at first to distract himself about the reality of his life, as he got older though they just stuck with him. Ngo looked wild as he paused and air guitared an unknown solo only he heard. Ngo then went back to bobbing his head and playing the song through his teeth and lips.
Ngo then leaned back, his left leg moving up in the air and he opened the small mini firdge at the base of his bed. He hummed and the sound of clanking bottles were heard. As the leg came down, Ngo smiled and tossed a frosted bottle of beer into his right hand. Ngo then acted as if he was going to open it and then stopped.
Ngo shook his head and goes,
"Nah, after I get ya sewn up. You will be right as rain, might use you in the ninth inning of the baseball match but..."
Ngo joked with Kireou- the saki had went to his head or at least made him less nervous. Ngo rubbed a bit of the betadine soap on his hands and then the bottle... Ngo was clean though un-orthodox in his manner of "minor surgery". It was fairly creepy but Ngo seemed to know what he was doing for something like this.
"The cold will... numb the skin.... Off and on and on and off... To deaden the nerves so the needle hurts less. Or a short while...."
Ngo used his head and this was close to a pain killer, though a cheap one. Ngo carefully raised the bottle up and guided Kireou's hand from his side and looked down and replies,
"It will feel good..."
Ngo knew it would not, it would be cold as hell. Ngo grinned and tilted up his head and seemed to try and ease the youth with a bit of humor. He sounded and even looked a little like Bruce Lee....
Ngo slid his hand to Kireou's chest and pinned him down with the palm of his hand and patted his chest.
Then the cold bottle hit the skin, cold to the hot skin of Kireou. Ngo then loudly replied,
"So tell me about yourself, Xin san..."
Ngo was prepared to restrain him further, the sewing an sutures would come next.
Kireou's mouth formed the words 'finish me off' he stared seriously at Ngo for a moment, his eyes wide at the tone in the other man's voice until the joke was revealed. He sighed, relieved and gave the softest smile. He licked his lips in preparation for speech but found the need to do so lacking. His mind was foggy and he had trouble trying to peace his thoughts together.
Kireou had to shake his head form side to side, blinking rapidly to try and be sure he was seeing and... hearing what he thought he was. It seemed that even in such a serious situation this stranger could keep a sense of humor. 'Must be how he copes with things...' Kireou thought as he watched what was evidently a very intense air guitar solo...
His unfocused eyes followed the leg as it lifted up and opened the mini-fridge he had not noticed. He couldn't focus and figure out what it was exactly, he knew it was a can but the words wouldn't sit still long enough for him to read.
"Baseball?" He muttered it seemed he was catching bits and pieces of your words but he was paying the utmost attention. He could not seem to shake the fog of his mind and his eyes continued to slip in and out of focus. He leaned forward placing his head atop Ngo's and breathing deeply. He seemed to be relaxing quite a bit around the stranger, or perhaps he no longer had the fortitude to remain stoic.
"Feel good..." He repeated slowly his words almost slurring as he leaned away from the scent of the others damp hair and much like a rag doll fell back onto the bed. It wasn't until he felt the hand upon his chest that he made a conscious movement. His own hand discarding the rag on his wound moved to the one atop him... and held it tenderly.
That tenderness vanishing as soon as the ice cold can touched his flesh causing all manner of pain to reignite in his system. He bit down and seethed... he groped for the scabbard and shoved it into his mouth grinding his teeth into it. He cried out gripping the hand he held so gently before tight, desperate for something to ground him...
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Ngo held the frosty bottle against the wound and did so until the bottle began to thaw. He then slowly rolled the bottle off the wound, the skin so cold to the touch. Ngo then got down to work. The wound still bleed, but he moved the towel under his wound and dabbed the right corner of the wound. He then leaned over and remove a long suture needle- it had been soaking in the rubbing alcohol. The sharp needle, could not be felt against the shocked and cooled skin at first, the nerves numb. Ngo slipped in the needle...
Ngo threaded the needle through the other flap of skin and gently wove the two seperated pieces of young flesh back together. The sutures would not leave noticeable scars, as he used interrupted stitches to make sure. Ngo was better at this and he worked quickly making three more sutures before the skin warmed up. The feeling was coming back and Ngo frowned and moved the towel up over the wound, hanging the needle over the towel. The blood was lessened though it still bled. Ngo applied pressure and smiled to Kireou and spoke,
"Not so bad now is it?"
Ngo looked into the youths eyes and checked to make sure he was still cognitive. He could get blood for Kireou later if he needed, but what he needed most was rest and food. Ngo rose up and took off the pressure from the wound and knelt down.... He removed another cold beer from the fridge and moved back to the bed, sitting down. Ngo peeled away the towel once more and dabbed up a little bit more blood... Ngo then rested it over the wound once more, he again cleaned his hands with the betadine soap and smeared a bit on the bottle... This was not how the medical doctors did it, but Ngo wanted Kireou to be in as little pain as possible.. Due to his age. Ngo would have just got drunk and sewn himself up.... But this was not about him...
"Shhh, Kireou..... One more time......"
Ngo then rested the bottle back on the wound and he let the youth hold unto him, his hand moving back to his chest. Ngo looked away and bit his lower lip counting, chilling the skin once more so he could finish the suture.... This time it would hurt a bit more, the feeling that of a wasp sting into a wound, then rubbed with sand... Ngo had numbed and dwindled the pain as much as he could.. Ngo needed a smoke right about then... But he did not light up... The cold bottle went to work once more....
"Your.... Family... Your brother Kireou.... What about him, talk to me and stay awake now..."
Ngo was trying to keep him away and from falling asleep....
Kireou relaxed as the nerves began numbing to the sheer cold of the bottle. His breath was labored but slowing back down to a manageable pace. His eyes closed slowly over time as the needle continued to thread his young supple flesh.
Thrashing about had seemed to dislodge his already loose fitting clothing. Scars did not seem to be something Kireou had the ability or mind to avoid. Though he would greatly appreciate the effect and skill that Ngo was using he would kind of miss not having this bodily reminder in the shower...
Unlike the cigarette burns on his arms, the cuts and scraps, and what appeared to be a very large bruise forming around his possibly broken ribs. This boy appeared to have quite the layout of old damages, it made sense that he would not be used to tenderness from anyone. And was probably the reason he had flinched so often, and took away Ngo's lit cigarette...
Kireou was unresponsive, at least verbally... his hand moved up searching for Ngo's and laced his fingers into it. For the first time in quite a while tears flowed freely from his eyes, pooling in the dark circles and sliding down his pale cheeks. He tried to speak, but again could not find the words. They just locked up inside his head as thoughts... and he squeezed Ngo's hand hoping the other male understood.
His mouth had slackened around the sword sheath but lay within graspable distance which was lucky as he bit down with the re-administered cold bottle. He thrashed less this time, though the pain was so much more. Every muscle he had ached from the beating and the sudden tightness/relaxed states that were fluctuating.
He seethed breathing heavily through his clenched teeth around the sheath. "Brother... Harou, ill, hospitals," Each word came after a long deep breath... the cold numbing it enough for Ngo to continue his work. And he tried to answer the inquiry, he owed Ngo that much after all.
"Hospitals, all the time, bills, debt... only me.. mother dead, dad did it...." He was weeping from the pain, both physical and emotional. His voice had become weak and quiet with each passing moment... "Alone... just us, ... need money... need to help..."
He was so tired, he wanted sleep... his eyes were getting harder and harder to stay open.
Sun Apr 10, 2011 10:45 pm
- Pho Ga
- The Bottom Wakizashi