Post by Akihiko Nakamura on Jul 10, 2017 22:58:06 GMT -5
It hadn't been Akihiko's idea to get a check up, but rather that of his superiors. He wasn't averse to the medical division, or needles or anything of the sort really. It was the smell that always repulsed him. The lingering odors of antiseptic and blood. Even in the cleanest and least bloody days, the smells could still be found in some rooms, a macabre remind of the days Seireitei had faced. Still, he wasn't completely ignorant. This was the first step to being medically cleared for duty, and immediately reassigned to a mission. While the Fifth Division wasn't exactly hurting for members, it certainly always had a job for those it did have. The only joy that Akihiko had in that, is that he was proficient enough with his Zapakuto that his talents wouldn't be wasted on guard duty. Those days of that type of boring grunt work were far behind him, instead replaced with dangerous work that could very well end his existence.
All of the good assignments carried a heavy handed amount of danger, as it should be.
Upon entering the hospital, though, Akihiko wasn't expecting to find a familiar face. Attending the waiting room was one of the young men Akihiko had went to the Academy with. Not just that, but the Shinigami had been his neighbor while there, and privy to most of Akihiko's antics while attending himself. A grin was given by Aki at the man, who rolled his eyes before giving him a small grin back.
"Hello, Nakamura. Glad to see you walking in here. Figured with your lack of skill we'd have been carrying you in here first week!" A jap given and Akihiko let out a laugh.
"Lack of skill, maybe, but I make up for it in talent." Aki gave him a grin. "And roguish good looks."
"Yeah, I hear they're so good the single life just can't seem to let you go."
"You wound me!"
"Speaking of, what brings you to the hospital?"
"Standard check up. Wee over due for it." A hand rubbed his neck. A little overdue? More like a few months. Still, he didn't need to know that.
"Exam room Four." Aki nodded and headed past him, though the clerk called back. "Do let me know if you require someone to hold your hand if you need a shot."
Reaching the door, Aki swung it open as he stepped in. He leaned out to call down the hallway. "I will smack your gob before I let you hold my hand!" That taken care of, the large Shinigami leaned back in and looked at the occupying Shinigami. Aki himself was dressed in the standard shihakusho. He had changed, his previous one having a years worth of dirt and blood. His black hair, short and spiked, seemed to look as if he had just crawled out of bed. Knowing Aki, that wasn't too far from the case. The rest of his uniform was standard fare for a typical Shinigami, though his Zanpakuto was sheathed at his back. The large claymore still nearly touched the ground, despite him standing over six feet. The emerald wrapped cloth of the silver pommel stuck over his right shoulder.
"Sorry. Mate from the Academy out growing his shihakusho. Had to give em a what for." A hand extended to the attending physician. "Akihiko Nakamura, Doc. Fifth Division" what was he, an Unseated Officer, "grunt." That was much more fitting than a useless title.
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All of the good assignments carried a heavy handed amount of danger, as it should be.
Upon entering the hospital, though, Akihiko wasn't expecting to find a familiar face. Attending the waiting room was one of the young men Akihiko had went to the Academy with. Not just that, but the Shinigami had been his neighbor while there, and privy to most of Akihiko's antics while attending himself. A grin was given by Aki at the man, who rolled his eyes before giving him a small grin back.
"Hello, Nakamura. Glad to see you walking in here. Figured with your lack of skill we'd have been carrying you in here first week!" A jap given and Akihiko let out a laugh.
"Lack of skill, maybe, but I make up for it in talent." Aki gave him a grin. "And roguish good looks."
"Yeah, I hear they're so good the single life just can't seem to let you go."
"You wound me!"
"Speaking of, what brings you to the hospital?"
"Standard check up. Wee over due for it." A hand rubbed his neck. A little overdue? More like a few months. Still, he didn't need to know that.
"Exam room Four." Aki nodded and headed past him, though the clerk called back. "Do let me know if you require someone to hold your hand if you need a shot."
Reaching the door, Aki swung it open as he stepped in. He leaned out to call down the hallway. "I will smack your gob before I let you hold my hand!" That taken care of, the large Shinigami leaned back in and looked at the occupying Shinigami. Aki himself was dressed in the standard shihakusho. He had changed, his previous one having a years worth of dirt and blood. His black hair, short and spiked, seemed to look as if he had just crawled out of bed. Knowing Aki, that wasn't too far from the case. The rest of his uniform was standard fare for a typical Shinigami, though his Zanpakuto was sheathed at his back. The large claymore still nearly touched the ground, despite him standing over six feet. The emerald wrapped cloth of the silver pommel stuck over his right shoulder.
"Sorry. Mate from the Academy out growing his shihakusho. Had to give em a what for." A hand extended to the attending physician. "Akihiko Nakamura, Doc. Fifth Division" what was he, an Unseated Officer, "grunt." That was much more fitting than a useless title.
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