Aftermath

[Ichigo Kurosaki]

((Continuation of Monotony. Ryuken can join if Ani wishes for him to.))

Darkness. All around him were shadows. No light save for the one surrounding him. He couldn't see anything. Then he heard a roar of a Hollow. He turned in the direction of the yell, ready to retaliate. It charged at him, he swung at it...but wait, he was unarmed! The Hollow's mouth opened wide, saliva dripping from it. It moved closer, closer until...

"AHHHH!" Ichigo bolted up, not noticing the sharp pain until he was no longer moving. "Ngh!" A hand moved quickly to grab his painful left side as he lowered himself onto...pillows? He sat up slowly looked around. This room...it was so...clean. Sterile, even. Where...was he? He looked down at his hand. An I.V. was visible, being held down by a piece of white tape.

He was in the hospital? Why?

He looked over and saw Kusaka's jacket on a chair nearby. That's right...the Hollow. Did a number on me.. But wait. Hadn't he told Kusaka to take him home? Well, perhaps he was a little too beat up for his dad's clinic to handle. It worked almost like a full hospital, but it lacked some of the equipment necessary for dire cases. Was he really that bad though?

Oh yeah. Coughing up blood.

He must have managed to puncture a lung with a broken rib or something. That would explain why he'd needed to come here and not simply to his father's clinic. Internal bleeding was something the clinic wasn't able to handle. He rubbed his side absently then became aware of the pain in his head. He moved his hand to it and felt a scratchy bandage wrapped around it. So he'd been bleeding there too, huh?

What a mess.

Hand still on his head, Ichigo fell back onto the pillows. This day had been crazy. It had started out normal enough, but as soon as Kusaka showed up everything had gone haywire. Brown eyes turned to the chair with the jacket. Kusaka...who was he? Was he somehow connected to the Hollows? He looked at the clock on the wall.

Eight at night.

Jeez, he'd been out for a long time. Was that because he was truly unconscious or because they had to put him under to set him right again? Hm...probably the latter. That, along with the pain meds dripping into his system, would explain why he was so damn drowsy. He yawned and closed his eyes. Not asleep just yet, just unable to keep his eyes open. He'd try to hold a conversation if and when Kusaka showed up.

He had questions.

[Sojiro Kusaka]

Sitting on a chair in a cafe within the hospital he gave an irritated frown before placing a chip in his mouth, frankly he doubted the nurses here would appreciate it, and indeed his stomach didn't either. Since he'd arrived here he'd been forced to endure a form of physical torture consisting of needles, stitches, and of course the ever loved drugs. Whilst he didn't necessarily feel woozy or any of that crap he did have to admit that food wasn't going down so well with him right now, it was doing some pretty weird crap to his stomach. Still, he ignored this fact and continued on with the meal, if only to appear that he was doing something than brooding on things, namely the dumbass laying unconscious in a room to the other side of the building. This had all been his damn well fault, if he knew anything he'd control his damn energy so it wasn't leaking out of him like he was some kind off sieve, that way the hollow wouldn't have come and then none of this crap would have happened. Tugging at his bandages for a moment he muttered a few choice words under his breath, hell, it wouldn't have even been so bad if the moron hadn't interfered with Kusaka.

Pushing the remainder of the food away from himself he stood and sighed, he really didn't at all want to be here, but he actually had little choice. If he left then Ichigo would probably damn well hunt him down and interrogate him, leaving would break any trust he may have gained through this whole thing. Not to mention it was his damn fault they were in this hospital in the first place, Ichigo had of course said he wanted to go to his families clinic, yet that would have caused problems. For one he didn't really feel like trying to haul a stupid git with busted ribs across town. It really was just easier to call an ambulance and have him brought here, it saved effort and time, both of which were valuable to him. He doubted the carrot-haired youth would be at all happy with this, but hey, he could always say it had been the best course of action since the whole coughing up blood thing wasn't really such a great sign. Neh, it would be what it would be, he wouldn't be able to change what the hell this stupid human thought, he could only try and influence him.

Strolling off down the corridor toward the room he'd left his new 'friend' he grumbled slightly, all of this just for information, was it really that worth it? He wasn't so sure, but right now he had little other choice short of killing Ichigo. Right now that really wasn't an option, if he did anything of the sort he'd either be arrested, or discovered by soul reapers, neither were good. It seemed through some conspiracy he'd ended up wrapped up in this without much of a way out, frankly that kind of bothered him, once more he was being left utterly unable to deal with his own fate, it was being left in the hands of another. He hated this, but there was nothing he could do but play along, perhaps along the rather stupid ride he'd locked himself to he'd find a way off, no doubt he'd jump ship as quickly as possible, right now though no doubt he'd have to keep up appearances for the time being, and that damn well meant acting as a friend to this fool, and this was something he was loathed to do after all that had happened to him.

The last time he had called another his friend so many things had gone so utterly and painfully wrong. Friends made you weak, they pulled you down and left you open... And then they killed you. Perhaps they wouldn't always do so physically, or they'd do it without meaning to, but it was an inevitability that the one friend you considered closest would stab you in the heart with a blunt knife and twist it until a blackened infection struck you, changing you from the very core. Friends were not worth the trouble, he did not need nor want a friend, no force would bring him to desire such. Perhaps one could call his reasons fear, or perhaps he had just become to guarded to the world around him, either way it perhaps seemed there was more to his broken down logic than there would immediately appear to be. Still, in this world appearances were everything, none knew who he was, none even knew what drove him so passionately. All the world knew was that he was Sojiro Kusaka, a simple student who was unlucky enough to have been caught in a freak building collapse with Ichigo Kurosaki.

As he arrived at the room and walked in, failing to knock or anything of the like, he couldn't help but feel this whole thing could have been so easily avoided if only he hadn't been so damn curious, sometimes he really was his own worst enemy. “Hey,” he said somewhat quietly before sitting down on the chair his jacket currently occupied the back of. He couldn't quite say if the kid was awake or not, he had after all basically had his ass kicked well and truly by that hollow. The small statement though was liable to make it all clear, and then a whole new pain in the ass started. Kusaka had shown he knew of the hollow, so now Ichigo would no doubt wish to interrogate him on the whole thing, and that was something Kusaka didn't much feel like dealing with at present, rather he'd much prefer to be at long last putting everything he'd dwelled upon for so long into play. He could once more lie though, that's what his whole life was at present anyway, a deep entanglement of fact and fiction that none would never untwist to understand. Whatever the hell happened he was sure he'd deal with it, he always did.

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[Ryuken Ishida]

What he thought was a quiet evening was just a facade. He heard the sirens ringing through the window of his office as he worked on paperwork. Oh, what joy. He was mildly interested as to who did what and why whoever was going to become a patient but he was more focused on getting all this work done before he returned home. The door was shut and he just looked at quickly before settling into his work again. If anything you could say he was a workaholic, but, his life revolved around work. Whatever made money was important, wasn't it? He surely thought so. The white haired man disregarded the sirens as they stopped and the clicking of doors as the vehicle was being unloaded outside. Perhaps shutting the windows would be of help.

The tall man and stood and strolled towards the window. He put one hand on the top, but, something caught his attention. He quickly looked out of said window and caught a glimpse of orange. Wait, what? Were the colors of the lights messing with his eyes or was that really Isshin's son? Perhaps, perhaps not, but he felt strongly that it was. Knowing a boy like him, he probably should have expected that boy to end up here one day, even though he didn't really want to deal with Isshin or the Kurosaki's right about now. He was too busy with work and to see that old man's face come around here was not something he wanted to see this late at night. But he was probably bound to come regardless. It was his son that was injured. Though, the only way for him to come was if someone called him.

Ryuken broke his train of thought and shut the window close. Should probably just check on the boy anyways to see what happened. He half expected the boy to end up at Kurosaki Clinic if anything, but, if the injury was that bad to come here, then something must be up, and this mildly interested the man. What sort of tomfoolery had Isshin's son got himself into this time? Might as well check. He walked towards the closed door and opened it slowly. Today was a slow day in terms of business. It wasn't that his hospital rarely had patience, it's just that no one had been checking in and checking out as much. It was nice and quiet today. Not too much work and not too many phone calls and all that bullshit. He stepped into the hallway and saw the nurses push Ichigo through the halls. Ryuken backed against the wall, hands in his pockets and watched him being pushed through the hall towards the emergency room. What caught his attention was some purple-haired kid, who had some nasty wound on his arm. Oh, so Ichigo brought another delinquent with him. Grand.

He didn't follow just yet. No, there were going to be numerous procedures that might take some time. He was going to see the boys after such actions had been performed. Sure they'd probably be all drugged out by then, but, he wasn't going to see them in pain. He stepped back into his office and sat back down on his desk and finished his work. The scratching of the pen echoes through the small room and the clicking of keys on the keyboard rang. How troublesome. Though it was a job, and it made a good living. The job had to be completed if he wanted to continue being successful. Though when hours had passed, he had completed almost all of his work for the night. Standing, he adjusted his suit jacket and walked out of his office. He closed the door behind him and walked down the quiet hall. A nurse passed by him. She showed him a clipboard of where the most recent patients were staying, and he headed that way.

He walked into the room and notice both kids in the same room. Yeah, it was Isshin's son alright. He sighed and stood by the door way, his gaze falling on the both of them. He adjusted his glasses and put his hands in his pockets. Hm, their injuries were pretty severe. Ichigo had to undergo some surgery of some kind, most likely and that other kid's arm. Damn, what in the gods name had they been doing? This was no school accident. Something else went down. Something severe and major, but what exactly? It frankly did not make much sense to the man. They had been here a rather long time. But still, what had happened? Did someone attack them? Surely, Ichigo could have put up a better fight then what his injuries were displaying. He didn't want to factor in the supernatural. Tch. Hell no.

"Exactly what had you been doing that got you into this mess?" He asked Ichigo rather curiously, like a parent asking their kid what they had been doing late at night. "And you, what gave you that injury?" He asked the purple-haired child. What was going on with the school? Were their standards going down hill or something?

He waited for both of their responses. He didn't really care about what they had done, just what they have gotten themselves into. With their injuries it seemed like they were attacked or something. He brushed a white hair out of his face and carried a stern look. While this was usual of him, it must be shown to these kids. Were they not disciplined? The gods knew what Isshin did with Ichigo bu he had never before laid eyes on the purple-haired youth. His eyes were this strange shade of violet. Tch, ignore Ichigo's strange hair color, why were this kid's eyes purple? That just didn't happen. They didn't even look like colored contacts. They were rather natural. He was beginning to harbor suspicious feelings. Hopefully he wasn't seeing some ghost. Wait, that wouldn't make sense, since everyone else saw him. But his spiritual pressure was rather... unfriendly. Strange. He looked at Ichigo once more.

"Would you like to me to call your father to come visit you?" His tone was less stern this time.

Isshin would undoubtedly come. Though anything after that would be unexpected, knowing that strange man. Might as well prepare for what is to come. Ichigo would probably deny the request. Of course, this was good news. Ryuken was too stressed to deal with that man right now. He was rather overworked today. He still had a considerable amount of work to finish up. He would get it done tonight. No ands, ifs, or buts about it. He remained by the doorway, not bothering to step in and have a seat. He wasn't here to chat. He was here for three reasons. One, to see what kind of trouble they had gotten into and correct it, two, to keep records of the reason, and three, to see how to prevent the problem in the future. Ryuken wasn't here to make friends with these kids. Oh, not at all.

[ ooc: My post > both yours XD sorry D8 ]

[Ichigo Kurosaki]

The silence was eerie. He could hear himself breathing. There was literally no other sound besides that and the noises of various machines, one of which was keeping track of his vitals. The beeping was driving him nuts, making him want to smash the damn thing to pieces. Only, he didn't have the energy. So he had to tolerate it as best he could. He tried to turn away from the noise, but the jolt of pain prompted a change of mind. How long would he have to be here? would his dad show up? God, he hoped not. How the hell would he explain what had happened?

“Hey.”

Kusaka was back. He could ask questions now. However, he would have to postpone that interrogation. Footsteps outside the door were heard, followed by the voice of a grown man. He stiffened at first, wondering if it was his dad, but after listening more closely and opening his eyes he saw it was not. What a relief.

"Exactly what had you been doing that got you into this mess?And you, what gave you that injury?"[/i]

"Hit by a car." He said quickly. Then he looked over at Kusaka. "Pushed him out of the way." That would have to satisfy Ryuken, because there was no way in hell the boy was going to be honest and risk being committed to the mental ward. He sat up, wincing as he did, then looked back at Ryuken as he asked a question.


"Would you like to me to call your father to come visit you?"

"NO!" He lifted his hand as he said it, but quickly pulled it back as the motion caused another jolt in his side. He took a few breaths and tried speaking more calmly. "I mean...uh...he's got my sisters to take care of. Besides I'm not really up for more visitors." The two statements were accurate. Isshin did have Karin and Yuzu to look after, even though the latter could probably handle them both. And he wasn't up for more visitors. He wanted to talk to Kusaka alone.

Man, how would he get rid of the doctor? He couldn't very well just tell him to leave. What if he'd come to check his vitals or something? Or maybe give him more pain medication? That would be nice. It was starting to wear off and he couldn't hold a conversation when he was hurting. Not for very long. He sighed and sunk into his pillows. Hell even with pain medication he couldn't talk for long. He was weak and tired from blood loss.

Ryuken was still standing there. What did he want? He'd asked his questions, and Ichigo had answered. Didn't he have paperwork to do? Damn, old guys never knew when to buzz off. Well, might as well act like he appreciated the attention. "Er...you can come in and sit down if you like. Doorways aren't very comfortable."

Please go away.

[Sojiro Kusaka]

Hmmm, so Ichigo wasn't awake yet then, that or he was simply choosing to ignore Kusaka from existence... Dammit, wasn't it enough that he'd already being pushed from existence to soul reapers, were even humans partaking in that torture now? Narrowing his eyes in a sharply aggressive manner at the unresponsive human a deep frown twisted his features before quickly being replaced with his usual facade as he felt someone coming. Indeed not a moment later he turned to see an odd man standing by the door, by the clothes he wore he wasn't a doctor, at least not one on duty, and Kusaka would be damned if this was a freaking nurse. The way he acted though, he most definitely had something to do with this hospital, and thus likely wanted something from the pair of the. This wasn't such a pleasing idea, though it seemed the man's presence had finally caught Ichigo's attention, so the damn bastard had been awak all along. Ignorant little so and so, had it really been that hard for him to answer Kusaka? Or perhaps he was mad about the whole hollow thing, he really had no right to hold that against Kusaka though... That whole thing had been Ichigo's fault through and through.


"Exactly what had you been doing that got you into this mess?"

Knowing it wasn't directed at him Kusaka very simply let the question pass, though of course he did worry as to what Ichigo's answer would be. He really did hope that he wasn't stupid enough to say they'd been attacked by a 'monster', there would only be two answers this odd man would give to that, and neither of them floated so well for Kusaka. Option one was that the man didn't believe him, at which point it would have been perceived as head trauma, which would thus mean Kusaka would have to explain, and frankly he didn't much want to. Now option two, the worst of the two, entailed this man believing it, probably meaning he too was spiritually aware. True Kusaka couldn't sense any great pressure from him, but it was possible he just had a low energy yet with the ability of perception, or he was hiding his energy. Kusaka couldn't exactly say which it was, only that there really was something odd about the way he felt either way. Still, perhaps there would be no problems if Ichigo didn't do or say anything all that stupid, this was incredibly hopeful thinking on Kusaka's part, but he'd just have to see how it all worked out in the long-run.

"Hit by a car. Pushed him out of the way."

Dammit Ichigo! What. An. IDIOT! Ichigo's wounds could have easily been gained from a car accident, but Kusaka's could not, his wound had plainly been caused by shrapnel, or at least a sharp object. The smart thing for Ichigo to say would have been something like he'd be caught in the building collapse at school, no doubt this man would have heard about that. But no, the dumb bastard had to come out with some crap that now left Kusaka in an incredibly difficult position to dig his way out of. The problem of this was also that Kusaka really couldn't point out Ichigo's mistake, it would falter the integrity of the story and lead to more questions. Why... Just why him? Of all the people who could have attracted Kusaka's attention it just had to be the damn village idiot, he really knew this was all going to go very horribly wrong very quickly... No, on second thoughts Kusaka could question what Ichigo said, all he had to do was back it up well enough so that it seemed far more sound than this stupid fools bullshit. With a mind like his that was hardly a problem, though he knew what he was going to say could well have one or two negative repercussions.

"And you, what gave you that injury?"

Tugging at the bandages once more his gaze flicked to his arm, before settling on the man. “What he just said was a lie,” Kusaka stated, a vaguely nervous edge to his voice. “We were caught in the building collapse at school, ring and ask them if you want.... A piece of shrapnel from it cut my arm.” With a sigh he turned to Ichigo, a fairly apologetic look to his face. “He lied because we shouldn't have been where we were, nor being doing what we were.” Two school boys up to no good, it happened all the time didn't it? Many drank and smoked on school grounds, something utterly prohibited, what was to say they'd not being doing something similar. Hell, if this man did ring the school Kusaka knew full well he'd be told they had indeed been caught in the collapse, all in all the story he provided was far better, and of course could be backed up far easier. The problem was that if this man decided to report them they'd be in so much trouble it was just untrue, the last thing he needed was detentions getting in the damn way of his plans to bring down the soul society, if they did then that would perhaps be the worst reason in the history of reasons. Turning his attention back to the man he couldn't help but wonder if he would say anything about it.

There was something about this fellow that bothered Kusaka somewhat though, and not just the fact he had a seriously weird vibe to him, it was the fact that the weird creep seemed to be inspecting him. Yeah, of course Kusaka didn't exactly fit in so well with the general population's appearance, his hair style and eye color were hardly classed as normal, but that still didn't mean Sojiro was at all happy with the concept of this man judging him at all. He had no right to be doing so, none did. Whilst he wanted nothing more than to simply match that stern gaze with a coldly sadistic glare he instead entirely turned his face away, dropping his head on a slight angle to allow his fringe to cover his face somewhat. Very simply he didn't much want to find himself under any form of questioning, especially that to do with his damn heritage and origin which could well happen in this whole damn situation. For all it seemed though it was nothing but self-conscious nervousness, after-all, people of his supposed age were so often bullied for appearances and all that crap.

"Would you like to me to call your father to come visit you?"
"NO! I mean...uh...he's got my sisters to take care of. Besides I'm not really up for more visitors."

Only vaguely listening to the exchange Kusaka proceeded to to turn his attention to the window, briefly frowning as his stomach made one or two somewhat odd noises. Yeaaaah, the food in hindsight had been pretty stupid, more than likely he was going to end up regretting it later, ah hell. Ichigo's answer to the man though amused him slightly. The fast and sharp response, Ichigo was worried about something, that or he was on poor terms with his father. Kusaka didn't really care either way if he was honest, at the end of the day none of it meant anything to Kusaka, right now he just wanted to damn well sleep this whole mess off, no doubt the school would be closed for a couple of days now, and even if it wasn't he had the damned best excuse out there, the freaking building had basically fallen on him. Yeah, he was taking the next week off, and of course putting that time to perfect use. With it he could very easily orchestrate his first attack. Huh, well didn't it just seem that something good was coming out of this after all, always looking on the bright side of life was dear ol' Kusaka.

"Er...you can come in and sit down if you like. Doorways aren't very comfortable."

That was probably the first smart thing Ichigo had said all day, give the kid a medal or something. Standing from the seat and lifting his jacket he once more looked at the man. “Here,” he stated, offering the chair as he walked over the the window before stopping to lean on the wall just to the side of it. He really had no comment to him, he didn't want the man here, not at all, and yet for the moment he knew he had no choice but to accept it. This man was seriously unlikely to just go, he seemed like one of these damn morons who'd sit and ask question after question until their was simply nothing left to ask. Great, so not only had he been attacked by a building, manhandled by Ichigo, and attacked by a hollow, but now he was more than likely to receive a third degree interrogation from this man, and then once again later when he and Ichigo were inevitably left alone together. This was going to be a veeeeeery long night, and frankly the soul reaper didn't appreciate it at all. Really, if only these two would just spontaneously combust or something, Kusaka really wouldn't complain to much if they did.

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[Ryuken Ishida]

"Hit by a car." He said quickly. Then he looked over at Kusaka. "Pushed him out of the way."

Yeah, I likely story. The story that couldn't be easily believed by the looks of things. Ichigo's injuries might be explained by not the other boy's. Oh no, there was a different kind of accident involved with him. He didn't know really who to believe. But he didn't care much about that. He just wanted them to come out with the truth and just get it over with. Once that is solved hopefully in the future it would be known in their minds and they would never again repeat those stupid mistakes. Live and learn. Hopefully, they would learn, but being their age they probably wouldn't. Kids their age tend to think of themselves as invincible and think that they could just walk off a simple injury. It was a disappointing fact but hopefully it was something they would grow out of.

But the other child had a different story. Oh, now they were contradicting each other. Ugh, how bothersome. So, who exactly the truth or not? it frankly wasn't making much sense. He did not want to have to deal with this, but he had gotten himself into it and therefore he must deal with it. That and their parents must be wondering what the hell happened to them. He would have to explain, and in order to explain, he must provide something valid and true. He had a feeling the kids were not telling him what they should tell him. He looked at he weird purple eyed kid, then back to Ichigo. Wait, so, who was true? If the other teen said Kurosaki was lying, then, would Ichigo in turn say that his friend was lying? It seemed plausible, considering their age and what people their age is capable of.

"What he just said was a lie, we were caught in the building collapse at school, ring and ask them if you want.... A piece of shrapnel from it cut my arm. He lied because we shouldn't have been where we were, nor being doing what we were.”

He crossed his arms and sighed. It was plainly obvious they were troublemakers and the man didn't necessarily like it. He hated having to deal with kids who were admitted in here because they were doing something rash or just flat out stupid, when it could have easily been avoided. Did no one think anymore? It sure as hell didn't seem like it, and that's what bothered him. Not to say these kids were bothering him, yet at least. He raised a white brow at Ichigo when he responded to the question about his father. What was he scared of? That man was just... he couldn't even explain. Moronic was too weak of a word to describe him. But asides from that, he simply adjusted his glasses and said nothing in the mean time. He couldn't agree with Ichigo more.

"NO! I mean...uh...he's got my sisters to take care of. Besides I'm not really up for more visitors."

"Fine then." He said flatly. "Do you know of anyone that will take you home when you feel comfortable to leave?"

Well, how else was the kid going to get home. Even if he gets way better, he still needed assistance. For example, after having a major surgery, it is very unwise to go running a marathon. That could very possibly worsen your health. He didn't intend to let that happen to Ichigo. It wasn't Ryuken's job to go around advising people to do stupid things. He wasn't a stupid man, and he certainly did not want people waltzing around doing idiotic activities. It gave him a migraine. Though he simply unfolded his arms and adjusted his suit jacket when they offered him a seat. He wasn't going to stick around for very long. Once he was finished with his business, he would return to his office and work. Nothing more, nothing less. He wasn't going to "hang" with them, as many their generation so frankly put it.

"Er...you can come in and sit down if you like. Doorways aren't very comfortable."
“Here,”

He shook his head. "I'm not here to stay." He curtly put it. "I have to know what the situation is and file a report."

Of course. He had to keep records of all that went down. It was strange how a hospital worked but, that's how things were. Sure, it put more of a workload of him, but if he minded, he wouldn't have chosen this sort of career. He chose it because it made a good living, and it kept him busy. Not because it was fun or enduring. He had always wanted to be successful, and now he was. The white haired man wasn't going to let this all slip away. He never let himself miss work unless he needed to do so. He seemed lie that kind of man, and he was that kind of man. Nor was Ryuken the "nicest" guy around, but he wasn't here to make friends. He was ere t make business. Work. It didn't say on any paper that he must be a friend to all. He wouldn't have gotten the job if it said that anyways.

[Ichigo Kurosaki]

“What he just said was a lie. We were caught in the building collapse at school, ring and ask them if you want.... A piece of shrapnel from it cut my arm. He lied because we shouldn't have been where we were, nor being doing what we were.”

Oh no he didn't. That sneaky little rat! Incriminating Ichigo like that when he was injured, what a low blow! "Just got my details mixed up, jeez. I hit my head." It was a grumble, probably not easily understood by the other to. But he had to let it out. He was a liar, but now Kusaka had lied about him lying with that lie! Not cool. Not cool at all. So he saved face a little.


"Fine then. Do you know of anyone that will take you home when you feel comfortable to leave?"


Ichigo looked at Ryuken with a somewhat dismayed look. Somebody to take him home? He was fifteen! He could get his own damn self home! These injuries would be nothing after a couple days. "I'll get myself home, thanks." Perhaps he'd said it a little too curtly, but both of the other guys in the room had managed to damage his ego in the span of less than three minutes. Didn't go over well.

"I'm not here to stay. I have to know what the situation is and file a report."


Well that made things easier. Ichigo shifted his weight a bit before crossing his arms and moving his eyes away from Ryuken. "Fine then. Got all your info? Then let me rest." Get the fuck out, more like it. Man was he glad his father was nothing like this whitey-head. At least Isshin was polite. This guy was sending way too many mixed messages, and it gave Ichigo a headache.

After about a minute, he looked back up. He was still here? He grumbled. Old people never knew when to go away, did they? Eyes shifted to Kusaka, who was still standing. Would he try to make the old fart leave? He hoped so. Ichigo was out of ideas and coming up with more was making his head throb. Hm...then again, his side was sore. More than that even. He grabbed it suddenly and looked desperately at Ryuken. "Hey, I think the pain meds are wearing off. Can you get someone to get me more?" Then, for good measure, "Come on, I'm dyin' here!" If Ryuken left to get a nurse, he'd tell the nurse he was fine then they got here. Then he'd be able to talk with Kusaka finally.

[Sojiro Kusaka]

Hmm, yes, he could see that he wasn't exactly convinced by what Kusaka had said... Frankly the boy didn't care as much as he perhaps should have, he had no parents for this man to report to after all, he wasn't damn well going to get grounded for any of this crap. No, his only reason to save face was that damned school, and even then he wasn't exactly going to be there for all that long, already he was putting his plans into play, and he knew full well it wouldn't be so long before he got his hands on the hogyoku. At this rate it would perhaps only be a few more months before he brought the lion from its den to the point of his blade, that was hardly the culmination of everything he was working to, but eh, it was an important detail... Kinda... Rubbing his neck he huffed before giving a yawn, something that perhaps surprised even him for the simple fact he apparently was tired. Huh, seems running around after a dumbass idiot to this degree took more out of you than you'd have first been willing to assume... That or it was just his darn ass powers trying to restore themselves fully. Either way, he didn't care. He just wanted to go back to that crap ass flat and sleep.

"Just got my details mixed up, jeez. I hit my head."

Catching at least parts of it Kusaka violently fought the urge to facepalm at how utterly stupid Ichigo was being, if he just shut up then everything would be so much easier for them both. All he was going to accomplish by saying anything was digging further holes for them to fall don and become trapped in, Kusaka was sick of the dark, if this carrot head didn't shut the hell and stop pushing Kusaka toward it he was going to find out what it was to face a real spirit being... And no doubt this one would not be staying the sword it would use to slit the human's neck. There was going to be hell to pay for this later, by Ichigo's attitude he was going to fall into a full on bitch fit at Kusaka about this, the fool had better watch his step if he were to do this... Hmph, if only he'd not do it at all, that was really the preferable solution for the young soul reaper at the moment, if he were lucky then he'd find a way to slip out of this place whilst having a good reason to do so. As his life showed painfully though... Luck was not something Kusaka had any reasonable amounts of.

"Fine then. Do you know of anyone that will take you home when you feel comfortable to leave?"
"I'll get myself home, thanks."

Ohhhh he was going to regret this, he knew already that he was going to want to hit himself over the head later for being such an idiot. “I can,” he offered up, looking back to the pair. Really, he didn't want to do it at all. Offering such really did have its advantages though, for one it would perhaps solve an issue and prevent more questions from the man, meaning he'd leave faster. Annnnd two, Kusaka wasn't so sure Ichigo would take him up on it, if that was so then Sojiro just hoped he would just damn well go along with the whole thing. Even if he did take Kusaka up on it so that he could drill him with questions the violet eyed soul reaper would simply end up turning it on Ichigo until he was the one answering the questions, either way Kusaka won... It was simply that the outcomes would hold a different form of victory for him. Indeed, either suited him just fine, in one he got answers, and in the other he was gifted with the ability to get the hell away from this dumbass who was likely stuck here for a good while.

"I'm not here to stay. I have to know what the situation is and file a report."

Whilst that was indeed good to know it did also set off a hell of a lot of red lights for him, what else was he damn going to ask? Not to much hopefully... The main problem right now was that there would be no medical records for Kusaka, absolutely none at all. Hell, the only real evidence that he existed at all in this world was the records the school had on him, and even they were lies. Perhaps this was fitting for him though, through having his identity destroyed and forged as something else he'd become deception itself, something that could justify all he himself planned on doing to destroy what had cut him so deeply. With a near inaudible huff he gave a vague smile, his attention still focused firmly on everything outside of the room he was pinned in. “What else do you need to know then?” The man was likely far from done, Kusaka wasn't at all familiar with the human medical system despite the fact he'd lived in this world for a time that was likely comparable to this white haired man's lifetime. Perhaps it was simply him being paranoid on the matter though, but hey,maybe he was spot on with his assumption.

"Fine then. Got all your info? Then let me rest."

Narrowing his eyes angrily, though apparently trying to focus on something a distance away in the view of the window, he found himself really really wanting to beat Ichigo with a damn stick until any form of sense was forced into him. Kusaka wanted the man to go too, he really did make Kusaka feel somewhat on edge, but the way to get him to do so was not to order him to, it most likely wasn't going to work. No, the best way was to freaking answer all of his questions so that he simply had no reason to stay, this was unlikely to be all that easy with the brainless moron known as Ichigo being in the equation, but it would likely still be a faster method than trying for force this weird human to leave. Something that amused Kusaka though was the fact that it was obvious in his mind that Ichigo wanted him to stay, and yet with that one statement Kusaka could very easily be ordered to leave by this man. It was all for the simple fact that you couldn't really rest when you had someone to talk to. This notion suited Kusaka just fine.

"Hey, I think the pain meds are wearing off. Can you get someone to get me more? Come on, I'm dyin' here!"

Better, but still unlikely to get the fool all that far, there was a rather large red call button next to him that would bring a nurse, that and no doubt someone would be around shortly anyway. He was being to simple with his approach on things, and making it all to obvious what he was doing. Really, the best laid plans were the unexpected, ones that none saw coming until it was to late, at which point you had already won. It was clear Ichigo wasn't exactly a tactician in these things, though in a way it was amusing to see his futile struggle to get this man to leave, in the end it would fail. Hmm, in the end Kusaka really didn't much feel the need to involve himself in this human game any more, but alas it may be worth trying to steal some of this human boy's trust, for what it was worth it could still be of use to him, and no doubt it would be of use to him for the remainder of his time in this world. “Unghf,” he groaned hoarsely before slumping to the ground, head dropping to his chest. “I-I...” Slurring his speech badly everything after that became a slurred garble of undecipherable crap as he clutched his gut and winced.

In all actuality there was nothing at all wrong with him, it was all just an incredibly convincing act. One that couldn't much be argued with either. After having a building fall down near enough on top of him he was decidedly worse for wear, bruises of scratches were of course in no short supply. Now whilst he knew none of these, say for the obvious one on his arm, were actually bad in any form none here did. As soon as the damned morons had stitched up his arm he'd stalked right on off and gotten something to eat, though this again could be blamed if he were to come up with an excuse of any form. Ooooor so could a bad reaction to the medication, no records did mean they had no clue as to what he was in fact allergic to. The whole point of this though was not to prove he'd make a damn good drama student, but instead to have the man leave, or at least bring it to the point he'd have to come back at a later date to get what he wanted. He really didn't think this fellow was going to deal with him himself, and nor was he likely to try and move Kusaka alone... If he did then the boy was going to make it incredibly difficult.

Hissing in apparent pain he pulled his knees up toward himself, apparently trying to alleviate his false distress. This man wanted answers, and it was now painfully clear he wasn't going to get them for the next few hours. In Kusaka's mind it seemed likely that with the present time at night it was unlikely for him to try for answers again until tomorrow, and that suited him just fine. With that time Ichigo could ask all the crap he wanted, and most importantly they could get a story straight so as to avoid more.... mistakes... such as the previous one that Ichigo had managed to cause. There was of course the small issue of where they were going to put him after his little performance, in theory he could be placed in one of the other beds in this room. If that wasn't the case.... Well he could always go for a walk later on, whilst he didn't know the layout of this place he could always sense his destination well enough, at the end of the day that was all he really needed from the whole thing. Whatever happened he was once more sure he was holding near enough all the cards he needed to win.

ooc:// OHGAWD sorry ANNNND I know I probably messed up and caused a paradox in the setting, so sorry about that too [/center]

[Ryuken Ishida]

"I'll get myself home, thanks."

He had a snippy little attitude but he must bear with it for the remainder of the time in this room. It wasn't going to be long before he was going to head back to his office to resume and finish up his work. It was more important than talking to these delinquents but of course it was part of the job and such. It was not that he had little choice, but he had the feeling at least Isshin was going to barge in his office demanding what was going on and what had happened to his son. He did not want to see that man's face so late at night, and it could be avoided. Perhaps. Not really. Though there was a strong possibility he would not come. Ryuken did not respond, only because there was nothing left to be said about the topic, even though Ichigo would probably damage himself in the long run. Even if you had recover from an injury, you had to teak a break and take it easy for a bit. The wounds might worsen, even if healed. He looked out the window at the now black sky, but when Ichigo spoke again, he looked back at the orange haired youth and scowled slightly.

"Fine then. Got all your info? Then let me rest."

He simply did not say a word. He stood up straight as he adjusted his glasses. He was going to leave now, but not because of Ichigo's words. Oh no, no child was going to order him around. Not at all. He ran this hospital, and he could easily tell anyone to not attend to these patients. If Ichigo wanted to be left alone, he could have just said so. It was not like he was going to kill him for it. It was an annoyance, to be frank. He hated having to deal with kids like them. What a bother. Though their next act was rather pathetic, and the man simply rolled his deep blue eyes. What a bother. Really. Just, wow. He gave a sigh and then headed out the door, but right before he did, he was going to exchange a few last words with them.

"Hey, I think the pain meds are wearing off. Can you get someone to get me more?"
“Unghf, I-I...”

"Next time, tell me my presence is not wanted." He said in a stern manner. "You're act is pathetic."

With that, he walked out of the door, only saying those words. Tch, no more of his breathe was going to be wasted on those two until further notice, and he hoped it would not be soon. He had more important things to do, such as his office work and such. While this week it might have been rather slow, but the work did not come in as slow. It wasn't going to die down because of lack of patients. That was how things worked. It wasn't going to calm down just because you didn't meet a certain amount of patience a day. Actually, sometimes the work increased. The Quincy didn't mind all too much, but sometimes it was a bother. His shoes tapped against the hardwood floor as he retreated back to his office. He closed the door behind him and sat down and began his work again. How troublesome.

[ ooc: I SHALL LEAVE... for now anyways. Since it's an exit post it's rly small D8]

[Ichigo Kurosaki]

When Kusaka joined in Ichigo's semi-act with a stupid attempt at faking an upset stomach, the teenager had to keep himself from laughing. Kusaka was a damn bad actor. Hell, he made Ichigo look like Hugh Jackman! It was kind of sad, really. But Ishida wasn't impressed by either of them.

"Next time, tell me my presence is not wanted.Your act is pathetic."

"I DID!" He shouted as the old man left the room. "Jeez...I told him to let me rest." He groaned as he rubbed his head. Oh well, at least the geezer was gone and he was alone with Kusaka. Now he could get what he wanted. With a slight shift he was on his side and facing the mysterious man. For a minute he just stared, wondering how to start.

Then, a sigh. The calm silence was broken by the young man's demanding tone. "You're going to tell me EVERYTHING if I have to beat it out of you." He sat up and crossed his arms, his expression becoming cross. Ichigo was never one to enjoy being left in the dark, and he felt that Kusaka was hiding more than one thing. He'd get to the bottom of this.

As much as Ichigo wanted to pelt him with every question in the book, he felt it better to give the guy a chance to explain on his own. If Ichigo still felt like something was missing, he'd make Kusaka regret it. It would probably set back Ichigo's healing a fair amount, but he really didn't give a shit. He wanted answers, and he was going to get them if it killed him.