[ 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?
[ ... ]
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. ]
[ He's put everything back in place, and all that's left is to finish stitching things up. Hiyori does so, going at a quicker pace than anyone should, and yet it hardly matters for him. His work is as flawless as if he were taking it slow and watching his hands work. Everything about this is wrong. They shouldn't be doing this in such a filthy place, in front of such a filthy person, and much less not while they themselves were covered in gore. It's not something they should engage in when each passing second sees the pain in his back ground a little more pronounced, and he jerks when Komaeda's hand reaches his injury.
But, ah, to have Komaeda's hands around his neck, to feel his hand sliding down, to hear those sounds he makes, and Hiyori can feel tremors rolling down his spine. His kisses are like a sweet liquor, intoxicating him a little more with each one, and he can only think of how he wants to go further. Hiyori's mind can only think of how much sooner he can get his hands free so that he can put them all over the boy in front of him. He's already bored with his project, finding that he's done everything he can, and it's hard to want to continue when the idea of cool, soft pale skin underneath his fingertips would seems so much better.
But he's a man of talent, and so he finishes up diligently. His hands are dripping with blood. The instruments he used are rusty and had been difficult to work with, and so the job he's done here is quite fine. But he's not impressed with those accomplishments, he can't be when his mind is stuck on the prize in front of him. Hiyori's breaths are sharp and quick, and there's a sultry smile as Komaeda utters those words. He places his hands on his waist. ]
Komaeda-kun--
[ He opens his mouth and only gets as far as his name before the sound of blaring sirens outside causes him to jump, and there's a sharp cry as he agitates the injury on his back.
[ He jerks a little as those thin fingers slip beneath his waistband, and Hiyori has no desire for him to stop there. Hiyori shouldn't allow himself to get distracted, and the doctor in him reminds him that he needs to keep his patient from dying until the ambulance arrives, but that hardly seems to matter when he's being given such attention. There's a soft, pleading whimper as he feels his waistband snap, and he squirms a little from the sheer frustration of being teased.
Komaeda is uniquely adept at pulling a reaction from the Ultimate Surgeon, who always doted affection on others without receiving it. It should be shameful to have someone so young draw such a reaction from him, but he feels nothing of the such as those soft kisses are planted on him, drawing soft little gasps that evolve into a low moan as he bites his neck. That slight touch moves down, and Hiyori can feel his finger sliding down. Komaeda grasps him and there's sharp gasp followed by a groan, his back arching as his fingers scrape against this back, and his mind goes blank for a few blissful seconds.
Each and every movement is mixed with pain that he tries to drown out, and in that regard the sires should be a relief. Instead he just feels more frustrated than ever, whining a little as Komaeda pulls away from him. Hiyori has since forgotten about his duties and even the filthy place that their in, his mind shifting to everything that could and should be done, and so his fingers reach and grasp at the air as Komaeda moves away. ]
Ah, there's no need.... I should go speak with them...
[ He should stay. But failing that, he tries to get up and lets out a sharp yelp as he finds himself flopping back down. Without anything to numb the pain, every second is an increasing agony.
Megumi Sasahara, the Ultimate Police Inspector and captain of her force, steps inside the house alongside her partner. Her nose wrinkles in disgust of the filthy place. There are two kittens in a box next to the door, and she notes that the entire cabin seems to be in a state of disrepair. She makes her way through slowly and carefully, noting every slight detail - including that the door itself had been left open to allow them entry. ]
"Good evening! XXXX Police here! I apologize for the intrusion... Ah, is anyone here?"
[ Strange, she had expected more signs of life. She notes a cell phone near a cellar door, cute and charming, and her heart fears for the worst. Hiyori, for all his faults, was sharp. If he felt the person here to be dangerous, they no doubt were, and they'd seen so many reports of missing children as of late.
Ah, why hadn't she seen it sooner...? But Sasahara keeps her hand placed on her taser gun rather than focusing on that question, waiting for the individual coming up the stairs, having instructed her partner to investigate the remainder of the house. ]
[ He intends to become a murderer? Ah, that's no good, but Hiyori finds that he can't quite move from this position. He expects that the pain will only increase over time, and he can only hope to be able to last until he can crawl up the stairs. He wonders if he might not be spared the hospital. Their warm body would be shunted into an ambulance, and so perhaps Sasahara would afford the two of them a ride.
That's for later though, for now he need to ensure that his patient isn't let off so easily. ]
Komaeda-kun, there's no need. I've done my job, and now Sasahara-san will do hers.
[ He meets his eyes, reprimanding him a touch now. He doesn't care if the trash before him dies, but he would rather not see Komaeda be the one to do it, and his ideal would be to drag out that miserable life for as long as he possibly can. Trash doesn't deserve such a quick and painful death. ]
It would be a waste to lose somebody whose life was touched by two Ultimates, don't you think...? I should like to see how his life is reshaped by the experience.
[ How should a person live after having their organs taken out and rearranged? How would a murderer exist after having their tricks used against him? How must it feel to hate somebody so much, to wish them dead, only to be tortured by them?
What's it like for somebody who likens themselves to a monster to meet a man like Sou Hiyori...? He's no monster, though he's been called one many times, but a thinking human being. That is, he thinks, something far more terrifying. ]
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crying the way he has to only be the ultimate surgeon now
[ Komaeda need not touch this person's life. Those of ASUNARO were people who would rend and tear lives, who protected as much as they destroyed. There is no need for a child involve themselves in those sordid affairs. His face is red, and he's frustrated in more than one way, but he does take that hand. His other hand moves to Komaeda's shoulders as he gets his legs under him and slowly pushes himself up off the floor.
He's an Ultimate as well, and one that is neither innocent nor childish, but not one who needs to touch lives in this way. Hiyori loves precious things. He loves to build them up and he loves to break them. He loves to see others reach their fullest potential, and he wants to see where this one will fall. ]
Thank you, Komaeda-kun. I'm sorry for letting you get roped into this... I ruined our plans, didn't I?
[ A beat. ]
Ah, but I truly am lucky that you were here...
[ That much is true enough. He might have been able to handle this on his own, but it would hve been difficult, and he would no doubt be reduced to a pile on the floor. He winces. ]
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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
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????
But, ah, to have Komaeda's hands around his neck, to feel his hand sliding down, to hear those sounds he makes, and Hiyori can feel tremors rolling down his spine. His kisses are like a sweet liquor, intoxicating him a little more with each one, and he can only think of how he wants to go further. Hiyori's mind can only think of how much sooner he can get his hands free so that he can put them all over the boy in front of him. He's already bored with his project, finding that he's done everything he can, and it's hard to want to continue when the idea of cool, soft pale skin underneath his fingertips would seems so much better.
But he's a man of talent, and so he finishes up diligently. His hands are dripping with blood. The instruments he used are rusty and had been difficult to work with, and so the job he's done here is quite fine. But he's not impressed with those accomplishments, he can't be when his mind is stuck on the prize in front of him. Hiyori's breaths are sharp and quick, and there's a sultry smile as Komaeda utters those words. He places his hands on his waist. ]
Komaeda-kun--
[ He opens his mouth and only gets as far as his name before the sound of blaring sirens outside causes him to jump, and there's a sharp cry as he agitates the injury on his back.
Play time is over. ]
sou hiyori, keeper of 20 different titles
Komaeda is uniquely adept at pulling a reaction from the Ultimate Surgeon, who always doted affection on others without receiving it. It should be shameful to have someone so young draw such a reaction from him, but he feels nothing of the such as those soft kisses are planted on him, drawing soft little gasps that evolve into a low moan as he bites his neck. That slight touch moves down, and Hiyori can feel his finger sliding down. Komaeda grasps him and there's sharp gasp followed by a groan, his back arching as his fingers scrape against this back, and his mind goes blank for a few blissful seconds.
Each and every movement is mixed with pain that he tries to drown out, and in that regard the sires should be a relief. Instead he just feels more frustrated than ever, whining a little as Komaeda pulls away from him. Hiyori has since forgotten about his duties and even the filthy place that their in, his mind shifting to everything that could and should be done, and so his fingers reach and grasp at the air as Komaeda moves away. ]
Ah, there's no need.... I should go speak with them...
[ He should stay. But failing that, he tries to get up and lets out a sharp yelp as he finds himself flopping back down. Without anything to numb the pain, every second is an increasing agony.
Megumi Sasahara, the Ultimate Police Inspector and captain of her force, steps inside the house alongside her partner. Her nose wrinkles in disgust of the filthy place. There are two kittens in a box next to the door, and she notes that the entire cabin seems to be in a state of disrepair. She makes her way through slowly and carefully, noting every slight detail - including that the door itself had been left open to allow them entry. ]
"Good evening! XXXX Police here! I apologize for the intrusion... Ah, is anyone here?"
[ Strange, she had expected more signs of life. She notes a cell phone near a cellar door, cute and charming, and her heart fears for the worst. Hiyori, for all his faults, was sharp. If he felt the person here to be dangerous, they no doubt were, and they'd seen so many reports of missing children as of late.
Ah, why hadn't she seen it sooner...? But Sasahara keeps her hand placed on her taser gun rather than focusing on that question, waiting for the individual coming up the stairs, having instructed her partner to investigate the remainder of the house. ]
STOP HE DOESN'T WANNA GIVE UP HIS OTHER TITLES
That's for later though, for now he need to ensure that his patient isn't let off so easily. ]
Komaeda-kun, there's no need. I've done my job, and now Sasahara-san will do hers.
[ He meets his eyes, reprimanding him a touch now. He doesn't care if the trash before him dies, but he would rather not see Komaeda be the one to do it, and his ideal would be to drag out that miserable life for as long as he possibly can. Trash doesn't deserve such a quick and painful death. ]
It would be a waste to lose somebody whose life was touched by two Ultimates, don't you think...? I should like to see how his life is reshaped by the experience.
[ How should a person live after having their organs taken out and rearranged? How would a murderer exist after having their tricks used against him? How must it feel to hate somebody so much, to wish them dead, only to be tortured by them?
What's it like for somebody who likens themselves to a monster to meet a man like Sou Hiyori...? He's no monster, though he's been called one many times, but a thinking human being. That is, he thinks, something far more terrifying. ]
crying the way he has to only be the ultimate surgeon now
He's an Ultimate as well, and one that is neither innocent nor childish, but not one who needs to touch lives in this way. Hiyori loves precious things. He loves to build them up and he loves to break them. He loves to see others reach their fullest potential, and he wants to see where this one will fall. ]
Thank you, Komaeda-kun. I'm sorry for letting you get roped into this... I ruined our plans, didn't I?
[ A beat. ]
Ah, but I truly am lucky that you were here...
[ That much is true enough. He might have been able to handle this on his own, but it would hve been difficult, and he would no doubt be reduced to a pile on the floor. He winces. ]
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