Post by Yui Shokotsuki on Aug 2, 2017 11:49:42 GMT -5
Yui had really messed up this time. Sure, she was used to getting beat up and such when she challenged someone who was stronger than she was, but she had perhaps put a little too much risk into this fight. She had won this time, which was a feat all in of itself, but the cost had been high. Her arm was broken, twice… she could feel the fractures, and she had cuts along a good portion of her body, as well as several rips in her clothing. Her knuckles on both hands were beaten and bloody, and she was dizzy from fatigue, not willing to let herself look weak and walking away from the fight with her own power. Sure, she could have probably had a fellow squad mate help her to the Aid Station, but that would have meant relying on someone else, and she just wasn’t having it.
So, dripping blood on the ground as she went, and occasionally resting against a wall, Yui got to the entrance of the Aid Station. It was mid-afternoon, and there were a few patients, but nothing too hot and heavy. Her little frame paused for a moment, and she drew a few labored breaths, feeling the pain course through her body and without meaning to, growing a smile. Take extra risks… become something more. Grow stronger. This was how she did it. One thing was for certain, that puke from 5th would think twice before taking her lightly again. She was certain if they fought again, him now knowing some of her tricks, she wouldn’t have been able to catch him so off guard and defeat him, but that was fine. That just meant she needed to think of some new tricks for when he came for revenge, and there was no stopping it from there. Everyone she defeated would want to grow stronger and challenge her, and that was fine with her. She had no objections. The more they fought her, the stronger she would become, until they had no choice but to recognize her strength.
That was the goal after all.
She made her way to the waiting room where there was only one person sitting, dealing with a rash cough, but nothing like the walking bloody mess Yui was. She was holding her broken arm to keep it still with her good hand, and one of her violet eyes was closed to keep the blood from the cut above her head from messing with her vision. It still stung. Everything hurt so good that it was almost like a badge of honor for the tiny Shinigami, and she approached the desk where the nurse almost jumped back at the sight of her, the little girl’s face barely reaching the countertop, still wearing that victorious smile on her face.
“Need… a little… help please…” she panted, the shocked nurse looking around for anyone who could help with this mangled individual. That said, she turned around so her back was against the counter and slid down it, unable to stand properly anymore, her long purple hair slick with her own blood.
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So, dripping blood on the ground as she went, and occasionally resting against a wall, Yui got to the entrance of the Aid Station. It was mid-afternoon, and there were a few patients, but nothing too hot and heavy. Her little frame paused for a moment, and she drew a few labored breaths, feeling the pain course through her body and without meaning to, growing a smile. Take extra risks… become something more. Grow stronger. This was how she did it. One thing was for certain, that puke from 5th would think twice before taking her lightly again. She was certain if they fought again, him now knowing some of her tricks, she wouldn’t have been able to catch him so off guard and defeat him, but that was fine. That just meant she needed to think of some new tricks for when he came for revenge, and there was no stopping it from there. Everyone she defeated would want to grow stronger and challenge her, and that was fine with her. She had no objections. The more they fought her, the stronger she would become, until they had no choice but to recognize her strength.
That was the goal after all.
She made her way to the waiting room where there was only one person sitting, dealing with a rash cough, but nothing like the walking bloody mess Yui was. She was holding her broken arm to keep it still with her good hand, and one of her violet eyes was closed to keep the blood from the cut above her head from messing with her vision. It still stung. Everything hurt so good that it was almost like a badge of honor for the tiny Shinigami, and she approached the desk where the nurse almost jumped back at the sight of her, the little girl’s face barely reaching the countertop, still wearing that victorious smile on her face.
“Need… a little… help please…” she panted, the shocked nurse looking around for anyone who could help with this mangled individual. That said, she turned around so her back was against the counter and slid down it, unable to stand properly anymore, her long purple hair slick with her own blood.
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