[ He would need to go back to see if his newest patient was still alive, and to inspect what was down below, but the strength of the electrocution would be enough to keep him out for some time. Even when he did, he would be in poor condition after having experienced multiple shocks. For now he opts to try and locate his former patient, who is no longer sitting on the porch. He'll check the car to ensure no one is in or under it, as well as the surrounding area, before he lifts up the phone and checks the messages with a frown.
What a nuisance.
He'll run through each and every action later, analyzing and determining what went wrong - where he went wrong, what mistakes were made, what he needed to do next time. He'll work even harder, and he'll put in more effort, he'll kill faster, and he'll become the immaculate and untouchable human that he needs to be. But for the moment Hiyori only scans the ground to see if there's anything that might catch his attention. Failing that, he'll check to see if there's anything else of immediate interest on the phone - recent apps, perhaps...?
If he can't find anything at all, he'll be forced to retreat and deal with his own problems first, but he'd rather not. It's a doctor's duty to protect their patients, after. That aside, if Nordbert did have an associate, it would be terribly rude of him to neglect them. ]
[ Hiyori copies the note onto his own phone before he tucks both away for the moment. He doesn't immediately see the water bottle, which seems a bit strange if that was what was used, but his drug addled brain is running too slow for him to process it. He used up what limited awareness he had preparing and executing a plan to deal with that.
Tick-tock. His police contact should be working on locating him now. He wonders if he'll have time to play here. It's fine if not... It'd almost be ideal if he didn't receive support. He can take people apart and stitch them together and his talent ensures that they'll only get the best care. Well, until he decides to leave, and who knows what might happen then? Of course, it might be nice to take inspiration from those cute little notes and just leave him for days and days and see what happens. A person can survive for a surprisingly long time on just a saline solution.
Ahh... It really would be better after all. Hiyori really is upset about how much has been taken from him by now. He needed to ensure that he was given proper compensation.
He catches the bushes rustling, and he hesitates. It would be bad if there were another person in there. He takes a few cautious steps toward it, straining his eyes as much as his ears to try and discern what might be hidden behind it. The tazer has been hidden away, along with a knife that he'd taken from the kitchen. It's not as efficient, but there's no harm in having it. ]
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HE'S SO STUPID RN but he got a 17 in perception so i guess his ears and eyes work just not his brain
[ He hesitates, but the clock is ticking, and it'll be dark soon. If it's something of note, then it's better to deal with it sooner than later. He still needs to deal with the matter of his missing person as well. So though it runs contrary to his better judgment, Hiyori will begin to push some of the branches of the bush aside to get a better look at what's hiding within it. ]
[ Oh, how cute... Hiyori looks around to see if he can locate the mother, but even so, it's a bit off that there's only two of them. Moreover, one really shouldn't handle strays without gloves, or a trap. It's a problem, though, as he'd rather not take them if the mother is still around. Moreover, he'd need a box or something similar to put them in. He looks around and doesn't see any other cats. The car doesn't have anything of use either, and he'd rather not bring them into such a disgusting house to be rested on disgusting floors.
He'll walk back insider, pacing through the house to see if he can find a box or something similar that could be used for them. Once he's located one, he'll return back to the bush and check to see if they're still there. It's casual and unbothered, that ever-present smile laced with a hint of worry, as though the man from before had been nothing more than a daydream. Perhaps it had been, or perhaps it's because it wasn't that he can act in such a carefree manner, because when he thinks about it now, no human could survive so many charges from an illegal tazer. It's a shame, and he'll have to check when he can, but it allows him to shift his priorities to finding what he needs and to looking for Komaeda. ]
[ It's curious, and he does take the time to tuck the spare cell phone into his back pocket. He does lift the kitten off of him, wincing as his stomach has tiny kitten claws stuck in it, but it's nothing that scruffing it can't fix. He watches as the kitten goes limp in his hand before placing it in the box along with its sibling. He takes that up with him. The bending and lifting can hardly be called pleasant, but it's not like he has anyone to complain to.
He decides to take it inside for now. He needs to get the car keys, and this place was noisy. He sets the box down, once more lifting the felines up as he sets it under them. The soft fabric and warmth clinging to it, he thinks, should be enough to keep them in place for the moment. Aside from Komaeda, they're the first pleasant experience he's had today, and with the drugs wearing off and his current situation containing countless problems for him to deal with, Hiyori's grateful for that alone.
Hiyori replaces the spare cell phone in his pocket with the tazer. He holds it in his hand, checking it as he walks back into the kitchen. There's only one place left in the house to inspect, and it's one that he would be remiss to neglect. Is his new friend where he left him? After being tazed multiple times, he might be dead from the high voltage. If he wasn't, then having the shock course through his head would certainly lead to permanent brain damage, if not other issues. That was, of course, the point.
So much to do, so little time, and so even while off the clock his work is never complete. ]
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they're perfect for him... why do i keep rolling 17s, i was doing it for speed he's CRIPPLED DICE
[ There's a heavy sigh. Problem after problem. Hiyori supposes he should have taken a knife to his neck before leaving for good measure rather than playing with his food. He'll set the phone he'd found down on the floor for now, being that he's carrying too many items as is, and he shakes his head in disappointment. If a person had any sense, they wouldn't be screwing around after that much voltage and losing pieces of their body. He's surprised they woke up so quickly.
Problem after problem, and he starts his descent. Each step is another wave of fresh pain. His aches are only getting worse as time goes on and the drugs start to wear off, and pain replaces cloudiness, but he pushes through it. But despite his condition, he's able to move down the stairs quickly and without and missteps. He assesses the situation as he does so, looking about the room. It's no doubt even more disgusting than the rest of the house. ]
My, my... What do we have here...?
[ There's no sense in trying to hide his presence, not when every stair makes a hideous creak as he goes down it, and so Hiyori doesn't hesitate to announce himself. His voice strains, though, pain creeping into it. ]
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IT'S HIS NOW, HE'S TAKING EVERYTHING AS COMPENSATION
[ Problem after problem, and to stumble onto such a scene. It's cooler down here, and the mix of must and alcohol makes his stomach churn, and his patient looking as much of a mess as the man laying on the floor. He was clearly drugged, and Komaed doesn't seem to recognize him at all. Hiyori's expression softens, worry tinting his features as he watches Komaeda. He needed medical care, and that would need to take priority. He runs through each mistake, and he believes he should have taken care of things sooner. He was falling slack, he was getting complacent.
He looks around the room, identifying the small window, but it doesn't seem as though it would be enough for a person to slip through. Was there another entrance? Ah, but it hardly matters, had he not dallied it would be a non-issue. The next time he identified something that threatened his life, he would kill them quickly, without an inch of hesitation, or he would die in the process of doing so. ]
Komaeda-kun...
[ His voice is soft and tentative, and he bites his lip. Hiyori is pale and unable to hide his own fatigue, the events of the day having taken on him, but no matter. This is only the beginning of his day, after all, of another miserable and sleepless night asleep followed by crawling onto his sofa. He has to make sue he never makes another mistake, that he's perfect, that he's putting in more effort than anyone else - ]
Sou Hiyori. I'm a doctor and a surgeon. I came here to collect my compensation from this man, who's taken from both myself and my patients. It's nothing you need to involve yourself in. [ There's no point in playing games now. He holds his hands out in front of him, splaying his fingers to indicate that there's nothing in them before he folds them in front of him. ] Now, who are you looking for?
[ It's such a shame to be so easily forgotten, but even that is a pleasant thing. Sou Hiyori is renowned and memorable for his talents and to those he so chooses to touch, and yet he prefers to be forgotten and fade into the background of one's memories for all others. He's the image of perfection, but without anything that so stands out that one needs to commit him to their memory. If drugs are enough for him to be forgotten, then that means nothing has changed - in his life, nor wit Komaeda who he's had so many first meetings with.
Perhaps it stings a little, but it's a pleasant kind of pain. Nothing has changed at all. ]
There are many different kinds of paying off debts, and a person should be willing to give up everything for it. Information, for example... I have a question that only he can answer. It's for my work, so I can't leave without that answer.
[ It's tedious, and his legs are beginning to wobble beneath him now that he's standing still, but he manages to hold himself in place for the moment. Hiyori thinks that he could put an end to this even now, but he would hurt himself in a fair bit during the process. He opts not to push the matter quite yet. Instead, he changes his original question, ]
Did you come here with someone?
[ Hiyori's already rolling through options. It's likely that the police will arrive soon, albeit he's not entirely sure if his GPS signal was cut at some point. That seems likely, and they would therefore waste time in trying to pinpoint a more precise location. He looks around again with a small frown. If possible, he might like to leave before that time.
Hm, he would have to take Nordbert's car as part of his compensation. Unfortunate, given that it's leaking oil, but it would have to do until he could reach the city. He's not sure he'll be able to walk any longer now. ]
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IT'S FINE HE'S JUST GONNA HURT AND THEN HEAL IN THAT ORDER
[ His leg trembles under Komaeda's hand, and there's a soft gasp as he shifts his weight. His hands tighten in front of them, but he keeps them in place. Hiyori knows the answer to the questions that the asks Komaeda, but if he were to say that then it would only draw further suspicion. He allows him to perform his inspection instead, forcing out a weak laugh at the (correct) assessment that he can't even stand. ]
Yes, I sustained a back injury. I can speak just fine to ask questions, though, and my talent truly only requires the use of my hands. I thought I would give him a lesson, too, from one surgeon to another. Isn't that lucky? To be able to learn from the best in the field...
[ It's hardly ideal, but it was doable enough. This place isn't ideal, though. It's filthy. The entire place looks as though it hasn't been cleaned in years, with cobwebs and dust and tools that have long since rusted over. He supposes that's intentional, as it would be far more painful for the person it was being used on than a sharp and precise tool. He carefully makes his way over to the table, keeping h is hands away from his pocket as he does so.
If he's not stopped, he'll begin to lift and examine each one. There's no threat from him, though, as he needs to lean on the table for support. There's disgust by the current state of them, but there's only one thing that a surgeon needs to perform their duties. He lifts up a surgical scalpel, wrinkling his nose as he sees the discoloration and dulled blade. His own tools would never be allowed to fall into such a state of disrepair. He'll take the needle well. There's a liquid in it, and shouldn't he find out what it is?
He takes in slow, steadying breaths. ]
But he's been giving people drugs, and so I need to know what they are. I need to know if he's seen any of my patients. I put so much love and care into healing them, to have somebody ruin my hard work... Ahaha...
[ He glances to the cage. To think of people being left unable to eat for days, treated like abused dogs left to waste away in their own filth and rot. It's lazy, it's pathetic, it's unforgivable. He swallows. ]
To be truthful with you, I'm kind to my patients, but I'm harsh on my peers.
[ He had been harsh on Tsumiki as well, but that was a different kind.. It might have been condescending and irritable, believing the Ultimate Nurse to be a disappointment, but in the end he respected her talent and the efforts she had made. He can't quite remember it, but Namida had assisted him with sending a card and a small gift - a cute little bear with a nurses hat and a red ribbon, holding a heart that stated "Nursing is a Work of the Heart."
Hiyori recognizes effort, at least, but where is that here? He looks back to Komaeda, making no further efforts to move, both hands resting on the table. ]
So then, may I...?
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? he's healing komaeda's faith in ultimate surgeon raising project
[ He's tired, and he can feel those sharp pains starting to settle in. But there's nothing he can do about that issue at present, and there's work to be done. That is ever his focus, and so he snatches up a few more items - a needle and thread for sewing, and a couple other small things. Then he'll dig around until he finds some rope. He supposes there should be chains around here somewhere, but this is more appropriate. For a man who had been so excited to do away with the pair of them, he's quite the pitiable sight now. Hiyori could almost feel pity if he had a heart for such things, but as it is, he only sees a man disparaging his profession and threatening his precious patients.
There's a soft, amused laugh at the mention of him being a bat out of hell. No, no, he's quite human. He's not a god, nor an animal, nor anything but a human. Nothing more than a common human, and yet so much more capable than any other, and it's what makes him so terrifying to others. There's nothing human about the way he looks at the man below him, though. Those eyes which are devoid of any emotion, devoid of anything other than a harsh clinical interest, and something that could be called determination. He is a man who would kill anyone, who would do anything, who cares nothing for anyone around him. He's empty because he watches the world and watches it spin and only interferes as he so chooses.
Hiyori kneels beside his patient as he continues to listen. He's still sluggish, that pain is getting worse, but he manages to use the cage to his advantage. He winces as he pushes him over, but with Nordbert's current condition it's nonetheless easy enough to bind those wrists to the bars of the cage.
He hums thoughtfully, wondering if perhaps he should retrieve the sedative from above. It would be problematic if he thrashed and moved too much, but... Ah, such a challenge is nothing for him! The smile, which doesn't reach his eyes, is plastered on his face. It's as though his entire face is nothing more than a mask that he wears. He would kill him, would he? He would kill his patients, and especially his beloved Komaeda? He should be furious, but he's not. A human need not concern themselves with the wants and bitter desires of the ants that they step on. ]
Hm... You'll kill me, but you're still afraid me now, aren't you? I just can't accept that kind of half-hearted effort. I can't be satisfied unless a person wishes to crush everything I am with their entire being, who can't stand the thought of me living as I am now. A person who's so rotted out that they don't even have an inch of fear... If I find that person, I'll kill them in an instant.
[ Does such a person exist? He's sure they do, that person who would delight in his misery more than any other... How satisfying it would be to kill a person like that. Or perhaps he would join them? But he doesn't foresee a person having such an interesting vision for the world as to warrant his attention. Those types were blind and simple, looking only for pointless violence and death and destruction. Waste upon waste, and that alone isn't enough to outweigh the satisfaction of ending that life. Because life is boring, and it would add a splash of color that hasn't been there before.
But this petty jealousy isn't nearly enough, and that means he can play with him for awhile. ]
Ahaha... I've had a few too many pills, I suppose. Let's see, but you were going to take my patients, hm? My most precious people, whom I love more than any other... I've cured each and every single one. my talents are sought after by many. How lucky you are for me to give you a lesson by working on your body.
[ He draws a "T" shape with the scalpel, followed by a final cut at the bottom. It's difficult using such a rusty tool, but he doesn't mind that. ]
You're ill and full of tar, so I'll cut it right out and stuff you glitter and hearts and all kinds of sweet things instead so that you can understand exactly how much I love each and every one of my patients, and him most of all.
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he's going to be the ideal ultimate by time he's done (but not now)
[ It's not hope, nor is it despair, but there's something there that can't be so neatly categorized. It's a feeling he's held ever since that day, ever since he he was expelled from Hope's Peak. He felt spite, hatred, joy, love, and so many other emotions that he couldn't begin to list them. It was all of those feelings, it was desire and dedication, for he'd realized in that moment that here was something far more terrifying than a simple prodigy that could come from that school.
The roulette spins and Hiyori watches where the ball falls with each passing year without caring where it lands because he can spin it again and again until it finally lands on the zero he's bet on. If Komaeda searches for the Ultimate Hope that shapes the world, then perhaps it could be said that Hiyori patiently awaits the arrival of that person who could be called the Ultimate Despair. He wants to find that person so ill that no treatment nor surgery could save them.
He awaits them so that the can crush and maim and kill that disease before it can spread throughout the world. After all, for all his credentials, he is an ever was nothing more than a mere doctor.
But he still flips coins in his mind, telling himself that if its heads he'll land his support and tails he'll stop it, flipping it over and over until the results fit his desire at an given moment. It's his love given form. ]
Of course. You need not worry. I'll do my work, and I've already accounted for the aftercare. Megumi Sasahara-san will arrive once she's pinpointed a location, and she will bring an ambulance with her. I ensured that she was contacted before I came here... I would never leave a patient to die on the floor, hm?
[ That's a name that Komaeda should know. It's another one around the same age as Hiyori, the Ultimate Police Inspector whose talents were so great that she had already risen up the ranks. It was another business associate.
Just a simple doctor, and he doesn't need his eyes to work. He cuts through fat and tissue, and he suspects this person does have some underlying health issues. He cuts deeper, and he works, and slowly and carefully, with no regard for how the man beneath him might feel on the matter. He's worthy of his title because he doesn't need his eyes to work, albeit that does make the entire process a touch more uncomfortable as he relies on his other senses and intuition. Once he's satisfied, he'll start to slowly and carefully, in no great hurry, remove the man's entrails. It's ritualistic, removing a piece of a person to give to the gods, and it's a means of cutting out a place where so much of one's sickness resides. remove, and replace, and a person can be cured of all that ails them. ]
I can cure men like this of their diseases without fail... But if the person themselves is the disease that wishes to infect the world with an incurable illness, then I would cut them out so that the world can maintain itself... Hm, is that difficult to understand?
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Ah, you don't need to mind it. It's something I worry about for nothing...
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help not him only getting laid for using his talent he hates that
You're learning well, but unfortunately you won't remember any of this.
[ Those words are for the sake of his patient. Hiyori cares not for the scent of blood, nor the sensation of it seeping into his pants and shoes as he remains knelt beside his patient, nor even those twitches and sounds. He's long since numbed himself to all of them. He continues on with his work without once considering the feelings of the warm body beneath him. Over the course of time he had even perfected the art of selectively removing memories, including those of the surgeries he performed. There was only so much pain and trauma that a person could withstand before the mind repressed it. If that failed, they would do so manually.
Nordbert will forget, and he will be charged for the crimes that he committed. Hiyori's crimes would meanwhile be swept away with the wave of his hand, just as Komaeda's crimes had disappeared in an instant, all just with a few short words from him.
...
It's an unpleasant question, and so Hiyori offers no immediate answer. It's the dichotomy once more, in which he must choose himself or a title that says nothing of his true talent. But with Komaeda guiding his chin and keeping his eyes on him, and the little shiver that the suggestive gesture elicits, he has no choice but to offer some response. He draws in a small breath. He's drawn that line for so long, and he continues to do so, but he supposes he can allow the intersection just this once. After all, he hadn't yet shed the latter when he decided. ]
... It's the goal of Sou Hiyori, the Ultimate Surgeon, acknowledged as the prodigy of Hope's Peak. I've carried those feelings since I crawled out of the depths of despair.
[ It had been born then, and matured over time as he saw more and more of both how frail and how dangerous the world is. The intense desire to break down and build up in equal parts, the desire to ensure that those dull days would never return, and the desire to find that which threatened him the most. Despair was unpalatable in excess, a corroding force that would eat away at his every want and need and desire until there was nothing left, and there was a thrill in the journey of finding and crushing such a terrifying force. It was like overcoming one's fears. But most of all, it was the same as his reason for acting here: Sou Hiyori is one who shapes his world, his playground and the toys that are on it, and he'll allow no one else to do so. ]
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BECAUSE HE DOESN'T WANNA JUST GET LAID AS THE ULTIMATE SURGEON
[ Hiyori can't pause in his work, not when he's so close to finishing. He only need put everything back and stitching him up, but how can he do so when his attention is taken up by another person entirely? He makes his best effort, and it's precise as ever if lacking some of the usual speed, as though it were nothing more than muscle memory. Perhaps it is by now, or perhaps it's simply his determination to not lose even one single patient of his.
Hiyori tries to finish his work, but the reward given to him is what occupies his mind. Those passionate kisses are what occupy his mind, passionate and desperate and intensifying with each and every second. He shivers, not even minding the coppery taste of blood that comes with it due to his present state. He accepts it readily, making no effort to retreat, parting his lips to deepen it instead, and if allowed exploring Komaeda's mouth with his tongue - eating him up, drinking him up, trying to take in every last bit of him.
This affection isn't for him, but for the Ultimate Surgeon whose talent he loved so much. The Ultimate Surgeon, erased, known only to a person who could only love him for that title. He'll accept that now though, just for a little while Hiyori will accept every last drop of it as he allows himself to don that mask once more. ]
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What a nuisance.
He'll run through each and every action later, analyzing and determining what went wrong - where he went wrong, what mistakes were made, what he needed to do next time. He'll work even harder, and he'll put in more effort, he'll kill faster, and he'll become the immaculate and untouchable human that he needs to be. But for the moment Hiyori only scans the ground to see if there's anything that might catch his attention. Failing that, he'll check to see if there's anything else of immediate interest on the phone - recent apps, perhaps...?
If he can't find anything at all, he'll be forced to retreat and deal with his own problems first, but he'd rather not. It's a doctor's duty to protect their patients, after. That aside, if Nordbert did have an associate, it would be terribly rude of him to neglect them. ]
i rolled a 7 on intellect i'm crying
Tick-tock. His police contact should be working on locating him now. He wonders if he'll have time to play here. It's fine if not... It'd almost be ideal if he didn't receive support. He can take people apart and stitch them together and his talent ensures that they'll only get the best care. Well, until he decides to leave, and who knows what might happen then? Of course, it might be nice to take inspiration from those cute little notes and just leave him for days and days and see what happens. A person can survive for a surprisingly long time on just a saline solution.
Ahh... It really would be better after all. Hiyori really is upset about how much has been taken from him by now. He needed to ensure that he was given proper compensation.
He catches the bushes rustling, and he hesitates. It would be bad if there were another person in there. He takes a few cautious steps toward it, straining his eyes as much as his ears to try and discern what might be hidden behind it. The tazer has been hidden away, along with a knife that he'd taken from the kitchen. It's not as efficient, but there's no harm in having it. ]
HE'S SO STUPID RN but he got a 17 in perception so i guess his ears and eyes work just not his brain
HIS NEW CATS GOOD GOOD
He'll walk back insider, pacing through the house to see if he can find a box or something similar that could be used for them. Once he's located one, he'll return back to the bush and check to see if they're still there. It's casual and unbothered, that ever-present smile laced with a hint of worry, as though the man from before had been nothing more than a daydream. Perhaps it had been, or perhaps it's because it wasn't that he can act in such a carefree manner, because when he thinks about it now, no human could survive so many charges from an illegal tazer. It's a shame, and he'll have to check when he can, but it allows him to shift his priorities to finding what he needs and to looking for Komaeda. ]
MEEE i'm thinking of cute names rn
He decides to take it inside for now. He needs to get the car keys, and this place was noisy. He sets the box down, once more lifting the felines up as he sets it under them. The soft fabric and warmth clinging to it, he thinks, should be enough to keep them in place for the moment. Aside from Komaeda, they're the first pleasant experience he's had today, and with the drugs wearing off and his current situation containing countless problems for him to deal with, Hiyori's grateful for that alone.
Hiyori replaces the spare cell phone in his pocket with the tazer. He holds it in his hand, checking it as he walks back into the kitchen. There's only one place left in the house to inspect, and it's one that he would be remiss to neglect. Is his new friend where he left him? After being tazed multiple times, he might be dead from the high voltage. If he wasn't, then having the shock course through his head would certainly lead to permanent brain damage, if not other issues. That was, of course, the point.
So much to do, so little time, and so even while off the clock his work is never complete. ]
they're perfect for him... why do i keep rolling 17s, i was doing it for speed he's CRIPPLED DICE
Problem after problem, and he starts his descent. Each step is another wave of fresh pain. His aches are only getting worse as time goes on and the drugs start to wear off, and pain replaces cloudiness, but he pushes through it. But despite his condition, he's able to move down the stairs quickly and without and missteps. He assesses the situation as he does so, looking about the room. It's no doubt even more disgusting than the rest of the house. ]
My, my... What do we have here...?
[ There's no sense in trying to hide his presence, not when every stair makes a hideous creak as he goes down it, and so Hiyori doesn't hesitate to announce himself. His voice strains, though, pain creeping into it. ]
IT'S HIS NOW, HE'S TAKING EVERYTHING AS COMPENSATION
He looks around the room, identifying the small window, but it doesn't seem as though it would be enough for a person to slip through. Was there another entrance? Ah, but it hardly matters, had he not dallied it would be a non-issue. The next time he identified something that threatened his life, he would kill them quickly, without an inch of hesitation, or he would die in the process of doing so. ]
Komaeda-kun...
[ His voice is soft and tentative, and he bites his lip. Hiyori is pale and unable to hide his own fatigue, the events of the day having taken on him, but no matter. This is only the beginning of his day, after all, of another miserable and sleepless night asleep followed by crawling onto his sofa. He has to make sue he never makes another mistake, that he's perfect, that he's putting in more effort than anyone else - ]
Sou Hiyori. I'm a doctor and a surgeon. I came here to collect my compensation from this man, who's taken from both myself and my patients. It's nothing you need to involve yourself in. [ There's no point in playing games now. He holds his hands out in front of him, splaying his fingers to indicate that there's nothing in them before he folds them in front of him. ] Now, who are you looking for?
??? HE'S JUST BORROWING THEM FOR A LITTLE WHILE?
Perhaps it stings a little, but it's a pleasant kind of pain. Nothing has changed at all. ]
There are many different kinds of paying off debts, and a person should be willing to give up everything for it. Information, for example... I have a question that only he can answer. It's for my work, so I can't leave without that answer.
[ It's tedious, and his legs are beginning to wobble beneath him now that he's standing still, but he manages to hold himself in place for the moment. Hiyori thinks that he could put an end to this even now, but he would hurt himself in a fair bit during the process. He opts not to push the matter quite yet. Instead, he changes his original question, ]
Did you come here with someone?
[ Hiyori's already rolling through options. It's likely that the police will arrive soon, albeit he's not entirely sure if his GPS signal was cut at some point. That seems likely, and they would therefore waste time in trying to pinpoint a more precise location. He looks around again with a small frown. If possible, he might like to leave before that time.
Hm, he would have to take Nordbert's car as part of his compensation. Unfortunate, given that it's leaking oil, but it would have to do until he could reach the city. He's not sure he'll be able to walk any longer now. ]
IT'S FINE HE'S JUST GONNA HURT AND THEN HEAL IN THAT ORDER
Yes, I sustained a back injury. I can speak just fine to ask questions, though, and my talent truly only requires the use of my hands. I thought I would give him a lesson, too, from one surgeon to another. Isn't that lucky? To be able to learn from the best in the field...
[ It's hardly ideal, but it was doable enough. This place isn't ideal, though. It's filthy. The entire place looks as though it hasn't been cleaned in years, with cobwebs and dust and tools that have long since rusted over. He supposes that's intentional, as it would be far more painful for the person it was being used on than a sharp and precise tool. He carefully makes his way over to the table, keeping h is hands away from his pocket as he does so.
If he's not stopped, he'll begin to lift and examine each one. There's no threat from him, though, as he needs to lean on the table for support. There's disgust by the current state of them, but there's only one thing that a surgeon needs to perform their duties. He lifts up a surgical scalpel, wrinkling his nose as he sees the discoloration and dulled blade. His own tools would never be allowed to fall into such a state of disrepair. He'll take the needle well. There's a liquid in it, and shouldn't he find out what it is?
He takes in slow, steadying breaths. ]
But he's been giving people drugs, and so I need to know what they are. I need to know if he's seen any of my patients. I put so much love and care into healing them, to have somebody ruin my hard work... Ahaha...
[ He glances to the cage. To think of people being left unable to eat for days, treated like abused dogs left to waste away in their own filth and rot. It's lazy, it's pathetic, it's unforgivable. He swallows. ]
To be truthful with you, I'm kind to my patients, but I'm harsh on my peers.
[ He had been harsh on Tsumiki as well, but that was a different kind.. It might have been condescending and irritable, believing the Ultimate Nurse to be a disappointment, but in the end he respected her talent and the efforts she had made. He can't quite remember it, but Namida had assisted him with sending a card and a small gift - a cute little bear with a nurses hat and a red ribbon, holding a heart that stated "Nursing is a Work of the Heart."
Hiyori recognizes effort, at least, but where is that here? He looks back to Komaeda, making no further efforts to move, both hands resting on the table. ]
So then, may I...?
? he's healing komaeda's faith in ultimate surgeon raising project
There's a soft, amused laugh at the mention of him being a bat out of hell. No, no, he's quite human. He's not a god, nor an animal, nor anything but a human. Nothing more than a common human, and yet so much more capable than any other, and it's what makes him so terrifying to others. There's nothing human about the way he looks at the man below him, though. Those eyes which are devoid of any emotion, devoid of anything other than a harsh clinical interest, and something that could be called determination. He is a man who would kill anyone, who would do anything, who cares nothing for anyone around him. He's empty because he watches the world and watches it spin and only interferes as he so chooses.
Hiyori kneels beside his patient as he continues to listen. He's still sluggish, that pain is getting worse, but he manages to use the cage to his advantage. He winces as he pushes him over, but with Nordbert's current condition it's nonetheless easy enough to bind those wrists to the bars of the cage.
He hums thoughtfully, wondering if perhaps he should retrieve the sedative from above. It would be problematic if he thrashed and moved too much, but... Ah, such a challenge is nothing for him! The smile, which doesn't reach his eyes, is plastered on his face. It's as though his entire face is nothing more than a mask that he wears. He would kill him, would he? He would kill his patients, and especially his beloved Komaeda? He should be furious, but he's not. A human need not concern themselves with the wants and bitter desires of the ants that they step on. ]
Hm... You'll kill me, but you're still afraid me now, aren't you? I just can't accept that kind of half-hearted effort. I can't be satisfied unless a person wishes to crush everything I am with their entire being, who can't stand the thought of me living as I am now. A person who's so rotted out that they don't even have an inch of fear... If I find that person, I'll kill them in an instant.
[ Does such a person exist? He's sure they do, that person who would delight in his misery more than any other... How satisfying it would be to kill a person like that. Or perhaps he would join them? But he doesn't foresee a person having such an interesting vision for the world as to warrant his attention. Those types were blind and simple, looking only for pointless violence and death and destruction. Waste upon waste, and that alone isn't enough to outweigh the satisfaction of ending that life. Because life is boring, and it would add a splash of color that hasn't been there before.
But this petty jealousy isn't nearly enough, and that means he can play with him for awhile. ]
Ahaha... I've had a few too many pills, I suppose. Let's see, but you were going to take my patients, hm? My most precious people, whom I love more than any other... I've cured each and every single one. my talents are sought after by many. How lucky you are for me to give you a lesson by working on your body.
[ He draws a "T" shape with the scalpel, followed by a final cut at the bottom. It's difficult using such a rusty tool, but he doesn't mind that. ]
You're ill and full of tar, so I'll cut it right out and stuff you glitter and hearts and all kinds of sweet things instead so that you can understand exactly how much I love each and every one of my patients, and him most of all.
he's going to be the ideal ultimate by time he's done (but not now)
The roulette spins and Hiyori watches where the ball falls with each passing year without caring where it lands because he can spin it again and again until it finally lands on the zero he's bet on. If Komaeda searches for the Ultimate Hope that shapes the world, then perhaps it could be said that Hiyori patiently awaits the arrival of that person who could be called the Ultimate Despair. He wants to find that person so ill that no treatment nor surgery could save them.
He awaits them so that the can crush and maim and kill that disease before it can spread throughout the world. After all, for all his credentials, he is an ever was nothing more than a mere doctor.
But he still flips coins in his mind, telling himself that if its heads he'll land his support and tails he'll stop it, flipping it over and over until the results fit his desire at an given moment. It's his love given form. ]
Of course. You need not worry. I'll do my work, and I've already accounted for the aftercare. Megumi Sasahara-san will arrive once she's pinpointed a location, and she will bring an ambulance with her. I ensured that she was contacted before I came here... I would never leave a patient to die on the floor, hm?
[ That's a name that Komaeda should know. It's another one around the same age as Hiyori, the Ultimate Police Inspector whose talents were so great that she had already risen up the ranks. It was another business associate.
Just a simple doctor, and he doesn't need his eyes to work. He cuts through fat and tissue, and he suspects this person does have some underlying health issues. He cuts deeper, and he works, and slowly and carefully, with no regard for how the man beneath him might feel on the matter. He's worthy of his title because he doesn't need his eyes to work, albeit that does make the entire process a touch more uncomfortable as he relies on his other senses and intuition. Once he's satisfied, he'll start to slowly and carefully, in no great hurry, remove the man's entrails. It's ritualistic, removing a piece of a person to give to the gods, and it's a means of cutting out a place where so much of one's sickness resides. remove, and replace, and a person can be cured of all that ails them. ]
I can cure men like this of their diseases without fail... But if the person themselves is the disease that wishes to infect the world with an incurable illness, then I would cut them out so that the world can maintain itself... Hm, is that difficult to understand?
[ ... ]
Ah, you don't need to mind it. It's something I worry about for nothing...
help not him only getting laid for using his talent he hates that
[ Those words are for the sake of his patient. Hiyori cares not for the scent of blood, nor the sensation of it seeping into his pants and shoes as he remains knelt beside his patient, nor even those twitches and sounds. He's long since numbed himself to all of them. He continues on with his work without once considering the feelings of the warm body beneath him. Over the course of time he had even perfected the art of selectively removing memories, including those of the surgeries he performed. There was only so much pain and trauma that a person could withstand before the mind repressed it. If that failed, they would do so manually.
Nordbert will forget, and he will be charged for the crimes that he committed. Hiyori's crimes would meanwhile be swept away with the wave of his hand, just as Komaeda's crimes had disappeared in an instant, all just with a few short words from him.
...
It's an unpleasant question, and so Hiyori offers no immediate answer. It's the dichotomy once more, in which he must choose himself or a title that says nothing of his true talent. But with Komaeda guiding his chin and keeping his eyes on him, and the little shiver that the suggestive gesture elicits, he has no choice but to offer some response. He draws in a small breath. He's drawn that line for so long, and he continues to do so, but he supposes he can allow the intersection just this once. After all, he hadn't yet shed the latter when he decided. ]
... It's the goal of Sou Hiyori, the Ultimate Surgeon, acknowledged as the prodigy of Hope's Peak. I've carried those feelings since I crawled out of the depths of despair.
[ It had been born then, and matured over time as he saw more and more of both how frail and how dangerous the world is. The intense desire to break down and build up in equal parts, the desire to ensure that those dull days would never return, and the desire to find that which threatened him the most. Despair was unpalatable in excess, a corroding force that would eat away at his every want and need and desire until there was nothing left, and there was a thrill in the journey of finding and crushing such a terrifying force. It was like overcoming one's fears. But most of all, it was the same as his reason for acting here: Sou Hiyori is one who shapes his world, his playground and the toys that are on it, and he'll allow no one else to do so. ]
BECAUSE HE DOESN'T WANNA JUST GET LAID AS THE ULTIMATE SURGEON
Hiyori tries to finish his work, but the reward given to him is what occupies his mind. Those passionate kisses are what occupy his mind, passionate and desperate and intensifying with each and every second. He shivers, not even minding the coppery taste of blood that comes with it due to his present state. He accepts it readily, making no effort to retreat, parting his lips to deepen it instead, and if allowed exploring Komaeda's mouth with his tongue - eating him up, drinking him up, trying to take in every last bit of him.
This affection isn't for him, but for the Ultimate Surgeon whose talent he loved so much. The Ultimate Surgeon, erased, known only to a person who could only love him for that title. He'll accept that now though, just for a little while Hiyori will accept every last drop of it as he allows himself to don that mask once more. ]
EXCUSE YOU? THAT IS NOT ALL HE IS????
sou hiyori, keeper of 20 different titles
STOP HE DOESN'T WANNA GIVE UP HIS OTHER TITLES
crying the way he has to only be the ultimate surgeon now
the way that he can't even keep his name i'm crying
STOPPPPP can't he at least have his name if he attaches it back to his title
RUDE he's never acknowledging his ultimate status again