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After the Fourth Great Shinobi World War ended, the world was experiencing a time of peace. The villages for once were able to live in relative harmony with one another as they rebuilt, and for once, all seemed to be well. The kage were able to live peaceful lives and soon began retiring, passing on the baton to the next generations. That is until an unknown virus infects the northern coast. The first to fall is the once powerful Raikage, Ay. While many thought this virus was a simple mutation of what may have well been the flu, no one would ever think of the destruction it would cause. Especially when it infected a certain Uzumaki Naruto.
With his death came the malice; with the malice came the destruction; with the destruction came the shinobi' revolt; and with the revolt came the sacrifices. The Bijuu became filled with malice that they sought to destroy the world. Shinobi sought a way to fight them and once again capture each of the Bijuu. Time passed, and a plan was devised. The Jinchuuriki would be sacrificed for the greater good of the world, and with the deaths of nine individuals, an uneasy peace began.
As time continued, the villages began to truly restructure. In a peace that would last 80 years after the downfall of the Bijuu, the world would see the creation of a great many things. Technology was beginning to take root and before long the blossoms that grew from the tree of the advanced mind would bear fruit. A many great things came to be. A railroad between the vast many nations. Mechanical limbs to replace lost ones. Radios that could reach between villages. Everything seemed to be becoming less reliant on the shinobi. Only the need for them never truly vanished. As with the growth of time, also continued the growth of malice.
The screaming, while irritating, brought satisfaction to the medic. She'd figured out just how much it took to get him to scream, it seemed. Put it back? Hah, the mangled organ would be useless to him. Giving a whistle, she held her arm up, the lung gripped in her fingers. The vulture came to land on her bloodstained sleeve and grabbed the flesh in her beak, taking it off to the ground to eat it in peace.
“You should have just let me take a look.”
He'd offered submission, so she knelt beside him. Keeping him alive now took priority or the fun would be lost. Nayami was deaf to the sounds of people around her. This was not a shinobi village, and the hissing vulture accompanied by the damage and the blood did enough to keep spectators at bay. Performing the needed handseals, Nayami began the field operation to get him to a state where she could transport him to her lab at home alive. Using the cell activation technique, she ensured his body was forced to recreate cells to begin rapidly healing. Afterwards she used Accelerated Recovery, forcing his blood platelets to multiply and begin clotting.
From there it was the typical Mystical hand, which she thrust in through the hole in his chest to grip the esophagus, closing over the wound so that more blood would not leak into the remaining lung, which was already steadily beginning to drown him. Withdrawing her hand, she shook the blood loose and pulled moisture from the air which she forced down his throat and into the lung. After a moment, the water was withdrawn, saturated with the blood that had filled it and the lung had been emptied.
It took several minutes of CPR to get him breathing again, and longer still to get the wounds closed off enough that she could move him. Unfortunately, the male was a significant size larger than she was, and that made moving him difficult. Dragging him to an open area, she summoned Vishnu, the massive bird towering high over the buildings of the village. He grabbed the injured human in his beak and deposited him on his back while the rogue woman climbed on, and the massive wingbeats battered those who were left on the street with gusts strong enough to send them flying as the bird took flight, headed high into the air. –
Momaru awoke with not a groan, but with what one might equate to a hangover. However, not being in pain, his stomach making an audible grumble for food, the first words out of his mouth were. "Damn i need to get a bowl of ramen...." he said before finding himself short of breath, strapped to the table he was on as well. "What the...." he said, looking around, noticing the bird, the boy's head hitting the table with a bang. "Fuck... i almost died..." he said rather calmly, but then remembered seeing the lung come out of himself. This was when his hands began to shake, but the rest of him being calm, and what other would equate to pain if he could feel it.
The rapid scuffling of wings flapping alerted Nayami to the surgery room, where she entered to hear the tail-end of the male's words.
"Fuck... I almost died..."
From a ledge table, Nayami grabbed some cutting tools and collection vials. A lot of the time the man was asleep was spent keeping him alive and from bleeding out, repairing the internal injuries. But now that he was awake, she could ask him all of the questions she desired.
“Technically, from a medical standpoint, you did die. It took a few tries to get your heart to start again.”
The medic put on gloves, not keen on digging around barehanded in the man's torso a second time. He had a bloodline of sorts, the glow of red had attested to that. He also clearly had no pain threshold. It would be a good study.
“Tell me boy, what are you?” she asked him, approaching the table. His bare hide bore many marks of damage, the vast majority having not been inflicted by herself. “What is your ability?”
She could see in Momaru's eyes that he was fearful of her. "I... i don't know! i was never able to find out... Please... don't cut me open! or don't leave me awake for it!" He said, a hard shaken reality thrust upon him. "Please! i don't feel pain, never have! I... I... produce more chakra.... i.... can go two two different levels of this.... i.... i can can use jutsu without hand seals... please~ please don't! Please don't cut me open!" he begged, almost in tears. the boy wasn't happy and was desperately trying to beg for his whole being.
The sweetest smile appeared on the woman's lips as he begged her not to cut him. He didn't beg for his life, but he answered her questions quite easily. It saved her a lot of trouble. Even so she approached him with her tools, selecting a small incision knife as the weapon of choice. He didn't feel pain, therefore there was no need to cut off the sensors. It would be fun to watch him squirm.
“I'm afraid I have to. I was in a hurry to keep you alive, so I wasn't too careful about the procedure I used to piece your broken body back together. Keeping you alert will make for better conversation.”
Pressing the knife into his sternum, the woman drew it down to his bellybutton, blood welling and bleeding along the cut she'd made.
"Can you atleast use numbing agents please!" he begged her, closing his eyes tightly and trying to ignore the feeling in his gut. "I.... while.... while i'm ok with with blood... i don't like watching myself getting cut open... and feeling my insides being played with or worked on..." he said, trying to shove the feeling of his stomach being cut open out of his head.
Nayami smiled as she worked, using retractors to jack the incision open, clamping them in place.
“So you do have feeling then? Just not of pain? Do you experience the opposite, pleasure? Or gentle touches? Temperature?”
She asked questions as she worked. Was he just insensitive to physical sensation, was he incapable of feeling strong sensations, or was it limited to only pain? Did he feel heat or cold? There were so many questions that bubbled up.
"I.... while.... while I'm ok with with blood... I don't like watching myself getting cut open... and feeling my insides being played with or worked on..."
This time she chuckled.
“Sweetie, that should be the least of your concerns right now.”
A short set of handseals put a thin film of white-hot flames across her right hand, iryo chakra mixed within to have ultimate control over the flames. Using this flame she stroked along her incisions, searing closed the blood vessels she'd cut to avoid unnecessary bleeding. It would be an easy thing to heal later. From there she set down the knife. She needed to open his ribcage to examine the area the missing lung once occupied, and a new set of handseals formed a concentrated Chakra Scalpel on two fingers, which she used to crack open the right side of his chest like a saw.
“Your chest will feel odd for some time,” she informed him. “The space your lung occupied is empty. You'll prove to be an interesting subject, so if it becomes problematic in the future I can provide you a replacement.” Jutsu Used: Yakekoge [Sear] Chakra no Mesu [Chakra Scalpel]
"I... it's... FUCK!" he shouted as she cut his chest apart. "I don't feel pain, but fuck you! that doesn't mean i can't feel you sawing apart my bones!" he said, having not reacted to the fire. "If i comply for the love of all that is good can i please be treated better..." he begged her, eyes tightly shut as he didn't want to see this.
However, when she mentioned the problematic and replacement, he got angry, but restrained himself. "How about walking across a room without being out of breath, or going up a flight of stairs, let alone any kind of testing i can only imagine you forcing me to do. So it will be problematic to just lose half of my lung capacity like that."
"I... it's... FUCK! I don't feel pain, but fuck you! that doesn't mean I can't feel you sawing apart my bones! If I comply for the love of all that is good can I please be treated better..."
Nayami clicked her tongue, tutting at him.
“Now now, there's no need for that kind of language,” she said, pulling open the side of the ribcage and holding it in place with a clamp. “I'm treating you just fine, child. I'm not hurting you, I'm helping. Answering my questions will keep your mind off of it.”
The woman frowned at the blood that had pooled into the area, sucking it out with a vaccuum tube. Poking around, she located the lacerations that the blood came from and healed them closed before feeling along his windpipe. He didn't gurgle when he spoke, meaning there weren't any open wounds. That was good, but she'd need to repair the hastily healed branch where the missing lung had been torn free.
"How about walking across a room without being out of breath, or going up a flight of stairs, let alone any kind of testing I can only imagine you forcing me to do. So it will be problematic to just lose half of my lung capacity like that."
“Oh hush now, boy,” she chided him. “You're talking up a storm and barely even wheezing. Your body will adjust for the simple things.” She picked up a smaller knife than the one she'd used to peel open his chest. “Be quiet for a moment; I need to repair this so that I can attach something to it in the future. Speaking will get blood in the other lung and might cause me to cut the wrong place. That'll give me a bigger mess to clean, and neither of us want that now, do we?”
There wasn't really a whole lot that needed cut. There was a lot of damaged tissue that had been torn and needed repaired. But she also had to work quickly; this area was delicate, especially with a conscious patient. But because the flesh was thin, it would be quick to cauterize the wound closed and heal over for minimal bleeding. There would be some coughing for the male, but only a small amount of blood would come up. After that she would begin ensuring that no other damage to the abdominal cavity occurred and checking if his anatomy was any different because of his bloodline ability. She doubted it, but she'd seen strange things in her field, so it didn't hurt to check while she was elbow-deep, so to speak.
He waited until he was sure she was finished with whatever it was she was doing. surprisingly, he was rather good about taking care of himself, most of the scars on the surface didn't go deep at all, it even looked like she was the first person to get so deep in terms of wounds. "Momaru." he said, trying to resist the urge to cough since he knew she was doing whatever to his lungs. "And no, bodies don't just 'adjust' after losing such a vital part... you essentially took my damn kunai away and put me out of being whatever bit of a shinobi i was..." he said and continued on, finally coughing now that he had stopped.
"And i know i can't do half as much as when i had my PAIR of lungs. we evolved two because it let us function best, not one, doc. So the replacement lung would be suited sooner rather than later..." he said to her, moving an arm to try and scratch an itch. "Fucking hell, I've had a bitch of an itch on my left ass cheek, can i please get that?" he said to her, quickly adding on "and i talk this way because it's just how i do, sorry if my language offends you, doc."
"Momaru. And no, bodies don't just 'adjust' after losing such a vital part... you essentially took my damn kunai away and put me out of being whatever bit of a shinobi I was... And I know I can't do half as much as when I had my PAIR of lungs. we evolved two because it let us function best, not one, doc. So the replacement lung would be suited sooner rather than later..."
This boy was absolutely darling, thinking he knew more on her subject than she did, using such clever little analogies. But he spoke too much.
“You're adorable, Momaru. You see, the human body is a fascinating instrument; give it more credit. You won't be at peak, gods no, but it's amazing how well the body can cope to trauma. After recovery, you will be fine. As it is, I don't have a suitable replacement; I'll need to acquire one. You'll have time to recover and you'll see it's not as awful as you're imagining it out to be.”
Afterwards, he squirmed against his bonds, and she raised a brow at his request. Still, his chest was pried open and his ribcage cut through; fleeing would be certain death. So, she unstrapped his arm, heeding his request.
"And I talk this way because it's just how I do, sorry if my language offends you, doc."
She chuckled again.
“Oh, I'm not offended, dear. There's just no need for it. And...” her tone turned a tad more serious. “My name is 'Nayami', not 'Doc'. If you are to address me by anything, it will be 'Goushinjou-sama'.”
Nayami might be a name he was familiar with, depending on his upbringing, but it didn't matter. Those within her home and on her table were beneath her. She controlled their fate, whether they lived or died, whether they ate or starved. She was their master, and she expected to be addressed as such.
Seeing nothing more out of place after digging around the abdomen, Nayami placed his internal organs back into their proper positions, moving to her tool table to wipe the blood from her gloves and thread a suture needle with thread, preparing it for when she was ready to close the wound.
he scratched his ass and released a sigh of relief when the itching desire was gone. Dieing, was not on his list of things he planned on doing so he didn't leave or attempt to move from the table. "With all due respect, Doc holds more value to me than than Goushinjou-sama. Doc implies that my health and well being rests on you..." he explained, taking in a deep breath to replace the air. "Not to mention it elevates yourself to have respect from all at the mention of your title as opposed to only myself or your other...servants." he said then got into a coughing fit, not feeling pain, but trying to ease up on the severity of it to save her some work.
"I can only imagine that hurt..." he commented as she was doing whatever. "Can i please get water?" he asked, wiping away what little blood had come up in the coughing fit. "Or this... itch will undo your... work..." he said, trying to fight the coughing.
"With all due respect, Doc holds more value to me than than Goushinjou-sama. Doc implies that my health and well being rests on you..."
The woman quirked a brow. That was... a good answer. She could comply with that.
“Very well.”
"Not to mention it elevates yourself to have respect from all at the mention of your title as opposed to only myself or your other...servants."
Now that was quite a pleasant notion. His coughing made for an annoying patch job, but it was to be expected. Still, she clicked her tongue each time the jerking movement interrupted her. At one point, his movements accidentally made her cut into the diaphragm muscle, which did nothing to help his breathing.
"I can only imagine that hurt..."
She sighed, padding away the blood that spilled to reconnect the tissue.
"Can I please get water? Or this... itch will undo your... work..."
It seemed the shortness of breath was finally getting to him. Normally she didn't care too much for the requests of her patients, but water would help stall the cough. Stepping away, she removed her gloves and disappeared for a few minutes, returning to him with a glass of water from the kitchen above. Gently, she lifted his teal-colored head and brought the glass to his lips so that he may take a few sips.
When he seemed content with the water, she set it aside and put on new gloves. Taking off the clamp she fitted his ribcage back into alignment and set it into place. Mending it took considerably longer and needed special care. The ribcage, unlike other bones, was made of flexible ribs that rose and fell with each breath. The seams needed to function properly. Satisfied with that, she mended the flesh between the rib bones and removed the retractors, healing over the seared flesh so that it could heal properly.
The main incision was too large to be mended with chakra, so with her pre-prepared suture needle, she began to sew the man up. When she finally finished, she peeled off the gloves and set them on the work table. One hand went to the male's cheek, cupping his face gently.
“You were quite a well-behaved patient. You did well.”
"Well, that's... good." he said at the mention of the behavior. "Thank you for the compliment and water..." Momaru added, sounding a bit winded. He didn't seem pained, but more or less discomforted. Since his arms were still free, he softly rubbed his side, trying to distract from the feeling of the new stitching. "How long... till i can get... a new lung? And do you... have any questions for me?" he asked, thankful the itch went away and he wasn't coughing anymore.
"Well, that's... good." Nayami removed her hand from his face when he spoke. "Thank you for the compliment and water..."
Usually those she worked on weren't so well-behaved. It was a refreshing change. At least someone appreciated her work. She began cleaning up her supplies, taking them away to a side counter and making a solution of warm water and alcohol to use to wipe the blood from his torso so it could be treated and bandaged.
"How long... till I can get... a new lung? And do you... have any questions for me?"
He'd finally worn himself out, had he? She considered the answer to his question as she gently cleaned his skin.
“You seem to be under the impression that you're staying here.” She smiled to herself; it wouldn’t be a bad idea. She'd brought home a fox recently; the girl would need a playmate. Another pet would be perfect. “That would depend on when I could get one. I could transplant a real one, but it would require proper blood typing, and the lungs are delicate organs. There's also a chance of rejection and your body could destroy it.”
She spread a gel-like substance across the stitches; antibiotics to prevent infection, as well as administering it to the wound at the back of the neck. Setting it down, she grabbed gauze pads and wraps, unbinding his upper body to ease him into sitting up so she could bandage.
“I can acquire a prosthetic, but it will take time to get. You'll have to make due until then.”
She considered the questions she could ask him. She'd already learned the majority of what she wanted to know; he'd answered her pretty quickly in his panic at the start of the operation.
“I'm going to take blood and tissue from you in the future once the drugs are free from your system.” Oh, that wasn't a question, was it? “Do you have medicinal allergies?”
Medication was easier to get. If she was going to keep a pet, then she needed to take care of him.