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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.
"I don't have any... and if you hadn't done... whatever with my old lung... you could have studied that. but i guess hindsight is 20-20..." he said, breathing steadily and borderline hyperventilating as he got stressed. "And... i meant to relating to my bloodline... which is why... i assumed you didn't kill... me." he said as he was now up, thankful for not feeling pain right now. He was slowly regaining himself, his composure, but his attitude had improved since the fight, he did seem more humanized.
"I don't have any... and if you hadn't done... whatever with my old lung... you could have studied that. but I guess hindsight is 20-20..."
Nayami pinned the bandages in place, running her fingers across them to ensure they were not loose.
“The flesh of the old lung wouldn't have been any good to me by the time I'd be free to culture it. I allowed Vivvian to enjoy that.”
The bird fluffed up her feathers at mention of her name, some feet away on a perch.
"And... I meant to relating to my bloodline... which is why... I assumed you didn't kill... me."
Yeah, she figured as much. Staying silent for a moment, she examined the boy's clothes, in a pile to the side. They were ruined and bloody, making her nose wrinkle. She had standard issue things he could wear, and sent the bird to collect them from a shelf in the other room. Simple slacks and a front-fasten shirt should be easy enough to wear.
“I personally enjoy conducting experiments to learn the things I want to know in a hands-on manner, however any information you'd like to share would be appreciated. Is this ability genetic or random? Are you aware of any generational gaps?”
There were countless things she could study, really. When Vivvian returned with clothes in-claws, she took them and allowed the large bird to perch on her upper arm, offering the clothes to Momaru.
“You've proven an interesting character to me. I kept you alive because I may have use of you.”
"Well.... i'll try and fill you in..." he said to her, scratching the back of his head. "I think... it is genetic... and i didn't stick around... long enough to remember if my.. parents had it... but i don't think so... since i remember... running away... because they... thought i was a freak.." he said, taking the shirt and attempting to put that on, but finding it stopping on certain stitches. Thus ofcourse, the lovely doctor helped him, not out of gratitude or appreciation, but out of the fact that she didn't want her work coming undone. He however, was able to get his own pants up.
"So... from what i've seen... my veins... not my blood... glow red... and... i don't need hand signs... an i increase... my chakra... output... but i feel... well... depleted... afterwards... and can't move..." he said his breath slowing as he stopped talking and went to a more relaxed state of being. The male wasn't too happy about his lung being gone, but he figured he could get a new one soon enough. "Can't... i go and.. kill that village.. someone MUST.. match me..."
"I think... it is genetic... and I didn't stick around... long enough to remember if my.. parents had it... but I don't think so... since I remember... running away... because they... thought I was a freak.."
The woman hummed, chewing the inside of her lip. If it was genetic, it was either a rare mutation in his genes, or something so undesirable that his parents had been hoping for a negative outcome to the line, going by the “freak” statement. So he was alone, with no one to miss him. Just like a lost child.
When the male seemed to be having trouble dressing, she stepped in and took over, carefully pulling the shirt so that it did not pull too much. Thankfully, he was capable of pulling his own pants on, but still she assisted him so that the bending motion did not tear the stitching.
"So... from what I've seen... my veins... not my blood... glow red... and... I don't need hand signs... an I increase... my chakra... output... but I feel... well... depleted... afterwards... and can't move..."
It was definitely worth a study. Once Momaru-kun was dressed, Nayami fetched a pen and pad from the counter, writing down the information that was provided to her.
"Can't... I go and.. kill that village.. someone MUST.. match me..."
She clicked the pen loudly, finishing her notes.
“No.”
The woman laid the clipboard down and walked up to him, brushing his hair aside and tilting his face so the light reflected his eyes. The pupils were dilated. He was in thought, and likely of something that was not in his league any longer. His skin was warm to the touch. A fever. It was sticky; sweat. No need for pain medication would be useful, but she'd need to administer antibiotics and fever reductionists.
“I'd like to study you. From your description it might be an anomaly in your genes. I can take some DNA and do tests on mice to see if it is genetic or not.”
She didn't currently have mice, but they were quite easy to obtain. She wasn't currently running any experiments but she was starting to gather interesting subjects. The fox girl was still sleeping in another room. She could possibly toss the two together, but going by this male's erratic behavior he may end up injuring the child if left alone. Having to set up a second room for use can be a job she can shrug off onto Shiori. She didn't have the facilities to harbor recovering individuals; that wasn't the job of her lab. But she could more than easily work around that.
"Doc... thanks..." said momaru, a sincerity to his voice as the small amounts of contact she had made with him was something that reminded him he was still human. The boy yearned for the touch of her and the embrace of another,something he had forgotten from long ago. Always running and fighting and killing, the recklessness of his old ways having turned him more feral than human. "Can... can i ask a favor of you?" he asked, looking up at her, the first time she'd truly seen a person instead of the psychopath he was before. He still had the madness in his eyes, but she could see the tameness underneath of it. Maybe there was some way she could at least control or calm him down without much effort.
She raised an inquisitive brow at the young man. “Thanks?” For what? He was an interesting creature; she'd never been thanked for doing her work before. The tone in his voice was radically different than when she'd initially met him.
"Can... can I ask a favor of you?"
And now he was asking favors? With his exceptional behavior, Nayami supposed she could grant him one, if it was simple in nature.
"It's going to sound childish... but my childhood was ruined but assholes so i have plenty of excuses..." he said to her, seeming almost sad. "I would like to ask for a hug... from you... i miss the touch of another person..." he said and quickly realized he would probably need to convince he he wasn't going to hurt her. "I've already said... my chakra reserves are low... and i want to live, so i'm not stupid... enough to try anything... please...?" he begged her, looking the most sincere she'd have ever seen him.
A hug? This child was bewilderingly interesting. He did nail her skepticism on the head, but in his state, Nayami was positive she could handle him, even if he was significantly larger than herself.
“I can do that much.”
Turning, the woman placed her notepad on the counter with the pen, turning back to Momaru. Her arms spread slightly, inviting him to take the initiative.
Momaru slowly got off the table and walked forwards, walking into her arms and hugging her. He was soft with his hug, his head resting on her should as her wrapped his arms around her. all of his tension evaporated fro his body, his entire form softening up as she began to feel a soft dampness on her shoulder, along with the sniffles coming fro momaru. His body was overwhelmed by emotion as this was the first person who treated him atleast somewhat like a person in years. The boy broke down crying on her, unable to contain his feelings anymore.
The mad medic blinked in surprise when Momaru began to cry, having not expected it. He was continually catching her off-guard, and she disliked that immensely. A bit awkward, she gave his back a pat and rub, resisting the urge to fling him away from her. That would tear his stitching and it would be a mess.
“There there.”
Her voice was a bit monotone, and she merely waited for the boy to finish. It would be easier to speak to him without his emotions dripping.
IT would take a few minutes, but momaru eventually began pulling himself together. He pulled himself off of her and dried his eyes with his shirt, a bit embarrassed that he broke down like that. "I'm sorry... you're the first person who's... treated me like another person... in years... So thank you for... that..." he wheezed out. "Is there somewhere... for me to sleep...?" he asked slowly as he was regaining composure. "I feel weak.. and would like to rest up..."
"I'm sorry... you're the first person who's... treated me like another person... in years... So thank you for... that..."
Her lips twitched into an uncomfortable smile. She didn't treat him any differently than others she had worked on. Well, perhaps that wasn't entirely true. She'd never had a subject who behaved as oddly as he did. Normally they screamed, they cried. They became angry and struggled and just made a much larger mess; irritating really. But this child had gone so far as to seem grateful for her work. Frankly it was nice to be appreciated.
"Is there somewhere... for me to sleep...? I feel weak.. and would like to rest up..."
Once released the woman backed away.
“You've just come out of a major surgery and are on your feet. Even without pain, of course you'd be feeling massive fatigue. There is a cot in the small area through this door,” she told him, pointing to a room that was essentially used for spare storage. “You can stay there for the time being. I'll have a room for you prepared.”
Once he was settled she'd give him some medication, as well as administering a heavy dose of a sleeping drug so that she could leave him unsupervised.
As momaru was guided by her, he nodded and listened to the doctor. he watched and studied her, little voices in his head going back and forth before deciding he really did like her a lot. He also decided that it would be up to him to help her however she wished as she had helped him. "I'll... just.... nighty night..." he said and drifted off to sleep as he laid down on the cot.
IT would be a good long while before momaru woke up. he had no recollection of how many hours it was or even a guess, so he just groggily woke up and looked around.
The sleeping drugs had taken their effect well. The boy had slept through the night and into the afternoon of the next day. Nayami had Shiori-chan help her prepare a room for the boy, and she was currently in process of her favored recreational activity—baking. She'd had a taste for cookies for a while, and the scent of the sweets wafted through the house. The boy would awaken eventually.
With his nose leading him to sitting up slowly and then standing up. With a little bit of effort, he fumbled out of the room and through the house. He went from room to room, following his nose until he came across Nayami in the kitchen, baking of all things. "Good morning Doc." he said to her a bit groggily, but quickly sobering up from the scent of the cookies. "You're pretty... you can bake a mean smelling cookie.... and to top it all off, you... are one of the most... experienced medic nins i've come across..." he said, still trying to adjust to his lung situation. "i think i'm going to be ok..." Momaru added to the end of the train of thought.