[Yami no Matsuei] "Cure for Life" (PG-13)
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fic_promptly's any, any, history of violence Pre-canon, featuring Yukitaka Muraki and a distressed Asato Tsuzuki. WARNING: Violence and suicidal behavior.
During his brief periods of lucidness, the orderlies had been careful to keep sharp objects away from the anonymous catatonic, but he'd still found creative ways to try harming himself. When they brought him to the shower in the morning, he tried to brain himself on the shower-head, and they had to sedate him before lowering him into a tub of water. He flailed so much that he would likely endanger the orderlies, as well as himself. And they still had to force-feed him, pouring soup and tea down a tube Yukitaka had run through the patient's right nostril and down his esophagus, but he repeatedly tried to pull the tube and strangle himself with it.
"It's time we sent the nameless catatonic to a more specialized facility," Sato, Yukitaka Muraki's assistant said, making a report at the end of the day.
"I have considered it, but when you think of his ...unique abilities, would it really be wise to let him go so easily?" Yukitaka replied. Given the patient's ability to heal quickly and without scarring, and the way he had managed to keep his looks, no matter how little he ate or drank.
"Sensei, he is almost too strong for the orderlies to handle," Sato argued. "They're worn out from having to tackle him constantly when he's alert: he's slipped his restraints more than a few times."
"Then we'll get stronger restraints and hire new orderlies," Yukitaka said. He could not risk losing the patient into the system: the Ministry of Health, Labour and Welfare would keep him to themselves, and he had already made a deal with some dark beings regarding the patient.
"Is that really wise?" Sato asked, with an incredulous frown. "You have a family living under the same roof as this charity case."
Yukitaka sighed, reaching for a manila folder on the desktop, flipping it open. "I know how to contain him: a typical hospital would not know how," he said, showing the top page on the documents, a sketch of a charm that he had inscribed on the underside of the patient's mattress. "I have reasons to believe the young man is ...not entirely of this world, and so I consulted an enchanter for the means to contain him."
"Do you honestly believe a scrawl can hold him back?" Sato asked, incredulously.
"A charm in the form of a drawing and faith to power it," Yukitaka replied. "You've seen it yourself: his unearthly beauty and the way that he heals from everything. What else could he be, but a creature not of this world."
Sato sighed. "Very well, I'll see about hiring a new detail of orderlies," he said, rising and leaving the office.
Once alone, Yukitaka turned over the top sheet of the documents, uncovering a collection of news clippings and reports from the local authorities which he had put together: a house fire in the home of one Noburo Tsuzuki, a fire of unknown origins that had started in the common area of the house, burning it to the ground and killing the occupants, including Noburo and his wife, along with the couple's three daughters and their two maids. The youngest son, Asato, was not found but was presumed to have died in the flames as well.
Yukitaka had visited the village, with the sole purpose of making inquiries among the folk dwelling there, who knew about the youngster. Most were glad to see him gone: the youngster seemed abnormal, always speaking of creatures he had seen in the woods which only he could see, and flirting indiscriminately with his classmates, male and female alike. The last did not phase Yukitaka, since he had his own private fondness for some of his young colleagues, the ones who cared to reciprocate at least. The youth also seemed prone to getting into fights, lashing out when angered, and it seemed he had a quick temper. That seemed to have changed about the time of the blaze, and now he seemed a danger mostly to himself. Perhaps the trauma of the loss of his family and the near loss of his own life had had that effect.
Perhaps... he was the one who had set the blaze, and now the attempts he made on his life were his twisted atonement for it.
A howl rose from deep in the house. Yukitaka closed the file and slid it back into his file cabinet before rising and going to the ward...
fic_promptly's any, any, history of violence Pre-canon, featuring Yukitaka Muraki and a distressed Asato Tsuzuki. WARNING: Violence and suicidal behavior.During his brief periods of lucidness, the orderlies had been careful to keep sharp objects away from the anonymous catatonic, but he'd still found creative ways to try harming himself. When they brought him to the shower in the morning, he tried to brain himself on the shower-head, and they had to sedate him before lowering him into a tub of water. He flailed so much that he would likely endanger the orderlies, as well as himself. And they still had to force-feed him, pouring soup and tea down a tube Yukitaka had run through the patient's right nostril and down his esophagus, but he repeatedly tried to pull the tube and strangle himself with it.
"It's time we sent the nameless catatonic to a more specialized facility," Sato, Yukitaka Muraki's assistant said, making a report at the end of the day.
"I have considered it, but when you think of his ...unique abilities, would it really be wise to let him go so easily?" Yukitaka replied. Given the patient's ability to heal quickly and without scarring, and the way he had managed to keep his looks, no matter how little he ate or drank.
"Sensei, he is almost too strong for the orderlies to handle," Sato argued. "They're worn out from having to tackle him constantly when he's alert: he's slipped his restraints more than a few times."
"Then we'll get stronger restraints and hire new orderlies," Yukitaka said. He could not risk losing the patient into the system: the Ministry of Health, Labour and Welfare would keep him to themselves, and he had already made a deal with some dark beings regarding the patient.
"Is that really wise?" Sato asked, with an incredulous frown. "You have a family living under the same roof as this charity case."
Yukitaka sighed, reaching for a manila folder on the desktop, flipping it open. "I know how to contain him: a typical hospital would not know how," he said, showing the top page on the documents, a sketch of a charm that he had inscribed on the underside of the patient's mattress. "I have reasons to believe the young man is ...not entirely of this world, and so I consulted an enchanter for the means to contain him."
"Do you honestly believe a scrawl can hold him back?" Sato asked, incredulously.
"A charm in the form of a drawing and faith to power it," Yukitaka replied. "You've seen it yourself: his unearthly beauty and the way that he heals from everything. What else could he be, but a creature not of this world."
Sato sighed. "Very well, I'll see about hiring a new detail of orderlies," he said, rising and leaving the office.
Once alone, Yukitaka turned over the top sheet of the documents, uncovering a collection of news clippings and reports from the local authorities which he had put together: a house fire in the home of one Noburo Tsuzuki, a fire of unknown origins that had started in the common area of the house, burning it to the ground and killing the occupants, including Noburo and his wife, along with the couple's three daughters and their two maids. The youngest son, Asato, was not found but was presumed to have died in the flames as well.
Yukitaka had visited the village, with the sole purpose of making inquiries among the folk dwelling there, who knew about the youngster. Most were glad to see him gone: the youngster seemed abnormal, always speaking of creatures he had seen in the woods which only he could see, and flirting indiscriminately with his classmates, male and female alike. The last did not phase Yukitaka, since he had his own private fondness for some of his young colleagues, the ones who cared to reciprocate at least. The youth also seemed prone to getting into fights, lashing out when angered, and it seemed he had a quick temper. That seemed to have changed about the time of the blaze, and now he seemed a danger mostly to himself. Perhaps the trauma of the loss of his family and the near loss of his own life had had that effect.
Perhaps... he was the one who had set the blaze, and now the attempts he made on his life were his twisted atonement for it.
A howl rose from deep in the house. Yukitaka closed the file and slid it back into his file cabinet before rising and going to the ward...
