For you, my life [Closed/NDE]

[Yun Fēng]

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Look what you got yourself into, fucking asshole of a ninja, couldn't even dodge a damn fist!

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Just lay there and rot! You animal! I'll whip you like the little fucking piece of shit your father was!

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I'm sorryI'm sorryI'm sorryI'm sorryI'm sorryI'm sorryI'm sorryI'm sorryI'm sorryI'm sorry...

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"Urgh..." The world was still spinning, senses distorted, pain was dumbly yet violently setting in and blood lined most of his clothes forced the rogue to stay awake. Looking upward showed his downfall into this small alleyway where his bloody smears dotted the iron escape exit ladder and brick walls, lucky the trash bags comfy enough to die in. A hollow shriek from beyond the gap indicated the bastard that dropped him in here was still hunting for him, seems that the fucker's sense of smell wasn't great, not after getting a bunch of kunai stuck up in there. Heh, deserved every scream that asshole did...Metal cascaded down.

His kunai later dropped conveniently several feet away from him so the fight at least spared his already limited ammunition, just need to get there but that was unlikely already. Blood finally got to his right eye, rendering him now half blind on top of the list of currently and possibly long unknown injuries. Yun tried to move his heavy arms, realising only one worked while the other hanged loosely beside his left thigh, a long dragged claw mark still leaked blood from the same arm, this is a miracle that he's yet to puke up his non-existent lunch.

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Finally checking his front person revealed not much but heavy bruising and one large rip in his stealth force uniform, it looked like he was handled and thrown about like some rag doll, inefficient breathing indicated a lung was likely punctured
as the pain from checking it started to really wake Yun up from his short knock-out. The legs were even more beaten up then the chest and almost purple, the right foot was contorted strangely at a dumb angle, his clothing was ripped and broken all over the place. Seems that his legs saved most of his fall from the alleyway and emergency exit.

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Counting up to three, Yun forced his spine to finally move forward, no more laying since it was time to sit properly. Weakly picking up some of his ripped uniform to wrap around the open left forearm wound, it took longer then he wished and wincing from the pain at times didn't help either, leaving the entire finish amateurish at best.

"Enough...urgh, I gotta go, I can't hear that beast up above anymore..." Deciding to slowly crawl towards his weapons, pocketing a short few while relenting to leave the majority since his clothes in utter tatters. Four throwing weapons, one kunai while 3 senbon are a decent mix, he internally solidified his choices, placing the same kunai in-between his teeth. Time to get up, please work body! He inwardly pleaded.

Laying chest down on the cold broken concrete ground at first, the feeling of pain erupted his inner core as he pushed with all his strength using only his left leg and right arm, both worsening condition by the weighted stress. Eyes sagging and black with literal flowing blood, salted sweat and plenty of tears in one of them, the tearing started to wash away the now slow crawling blood so the environment is gradually becoming clearer. Like a parted fog, Yun's attention was sharp veered towards his arm as it began to shake unsteadily. The rogue finally grabbed hold of nearby trash bin to steady himself further.

Up, yet shaking. Yun felt pain flowing from his back in protest to his dumb actions, instead choosing to focus on his mistress' face and his role, duty drives this unwise action to not be a simple dreg or pawn. A desperate smile crawled into place from his bloodied mouth, spitting its contents made a couple small ivory beads trickle across the sweet cold ground. A true bed fit for a roach, hopefully this wouldn't be his end...

Making his stumbled way from the alley and into the bright, perhaps too bright, slightly bustling city that was Karakura. Yun doesn't even know where he is, looking around only made his head pang with pain and the noise of cars killed any hope for proper concentration, even if his eyes started to open up due to the blood finally dried.

"*****!"

"***!"

"*****! ******! ***! ********!"

Went the surrounding humans, unaware of this man's plight and almost desperate situation. Yun grew depressed for his own weakness and the feeling of despair truly started to sink in, his duty was merely all he lived for currently, is that really the only need a shinigami like him needed to continue to exist? Yun was always treated like shit by his clan members, now he can die in shit behind him, end it all...Ah, the ground is really a great thing to think about...

*Clank*

Slumping forward, his ears ringed once more by the metal beneath him, his shoulders growing heavy. Growing increasingly unaware of anyone in front of him, even the hand of a possible savior, the last whisper before slipping back into a unconsciousness void was simple, pathetic and out rightly understandable.

"Please, save me..."

[Deleted]

It was just supposed to be an easy day. Nothing was going on. Nothing needed to go on. Just a relaxing Wednesday where nothing was supposed to go wrong. But, lo and behold, when he decided to go out for lunch instead of just staying at work and eating the stuff they had there he ended up finding trouble. Reaching out and placing a hand on the shoulder of the falling Shinigami, he kept the man from meeting the ground. "Whoa, easy there." Luke said, albeit with a good bit of surprise suddenly finding a samurai spirit of all things limping his way out of an alley. Seems times might be tough for the Shinigami if their men kept getting their asses kicked while on duty. Needless to say, Luke wasn't just going to let the nameless spirit die at his feet.

Taking the unconscious weight back to Uzaki's, the Bount was pleased to see that there was something that the medical team could do for the spirit. The surprised looks he had gotten by the personal able to see the spirit, though no doubt they were more focused on the blood on his security uniform, were good ways of seeing who was spiritually aware and who brushed their teeth today. With the doctor working on the mans injuries, sewing them shut and applying medicine to them, Luke had to wonder just what sort of trouble he had gotten himself into. Hollow? He wondered, crossing his arms across his chest as he pondered over that question. It was, more than likely, the obvious answer.

He'd wait until the man woke up to press him for answers. If a dangerous Hollow had started making Karakura its feeding ground then it was absolutely Luke's, and UE's, right to know. They were the cities protectors, after all. Exchanging a few words with the doctor as she finished her duty and prepared to leave, Luke informed her he intended to remain with the man until he woke up. Whatever weapons Yun had on him were promptly removed after a search of his person before the medical treatment had even began, left in a box sitting in a chair beside the standing Luke who opted to lean against a wall. Now all he needed to do was wait for the Shinigami to wake up.

[Yun Fēng]

Subtle as the calm winds beyond the room's walls, Yun's body stirs slowly from the sounds of a beeping heart monitor above his head. The machine, inbuilt to a wall behind the bed, rhythmically beats a slow and steady noise, indicating the patient's heart is working fine. Letting out a small groan of his own, Yun forces himself to slowly wake from a deep slumber, unknowingly wiping away his face with his dominant hand, his left.

Mind foggy and still full with painkillers, Yun's mind wanders as he speaks aloud, staring at blue figure just opposite his person. "...Did a blue monkey save me or, am I still dreaming like an idiot??" His eyes squint to grasp a better look, but all that caused was small pain, leading him to rub them with both his hands. Wait a sec, his mind clicked, my arm doesn't hurt?! Yun began to rapidly scour more of his body and surroundings, keeping his ear out if the monkey beyond him responded to any of his half-awake slurs.

After a while, Yun settled down far more calmly then he otherwise should. At first his looking around could've been mistaken for panic which would be understandable seeing his current situation, but after taking some visual evidence into question, it was likely this small action of kindness was propagated out of both concern for Karakura and the saviour's own moral code. The first immediate piece of evidence was that his hands and feet were not tied, meaning Yun's standing was a patient in this hospital looking room and not a prisoner. The evening glow of a sunset pierced the still unlit room's floor, chairs, table and the back of the monkey, creating distinct silhouettes large enough for Yun to see them from his bed, this shows time has past greatly from when he past out.

Thanks to barely lit room, it was a pain to see the monkey's actual face or much of many small details around the place. The one thing Yun did notice, was the Uzaki Enterprise's logo on most of the medical equipment and wall to his immediate right, where a washroom or toilet likely was kept.

The florescent lights not being on could indicate this person before Yun has some kind of combat advantage in this state? Or it could further show the monkey's preferences, was he an introvert? -He sure doesn't seem like one if he's Yun's benefactor, that in addition his body language and the way he looked at Yun shows he believes in his own strength.

As Yun silently stared into the man's eyes with a detached expression, So now, what race are you? He questioned internally.