A Blissful Conversation {Open}

[kanda]

Kaito sighed, as he made his way towards the hospital. The morning air energized him, and made him sleepy at the same time... odd to say the least. He still couldn’t believe his whole squad had died so swiftly so easily. He had managed to drown himself in his sorrows for a while and just continued to visit the hospital as if they war all here not dead but just sick. Yuu brought his hand towards his mouth, and let out a mighty yawn, as he prepared for yet another day of the same exact thing. He sluggishly turned a corner, as the hospital came into full view. He coughed, and made his way inside. For now Yuu was lost in his thoughts, not even paying attention to the people that he saw already making there hustle and bustle through the hospital, already heading towards there boring lives that happened to be the same thing, day after day, after day.

A frown came to his face, as he checked in at the desks, so that later proof that he had been here today would show to anyone who cared enough to look. Day after day... this hospital was the same, no change occurred. Of course there was sometimes the relative burst of excitement when a particularly popular Shinobi returned from successful mission, with his newest life threatening battle scar... but even that got old. It was the same thing, whether a spear got lodged right beneath the man’s heart, or if a forbidden seal was placed on said patient, which called for the most skilled Medical specialist to try their luck, on trying to save another one of Konoha's finest Shinobi. The thrill of saving a life, and the extreme sadness that came with doing your best, and still failing and watching a patient that you had some how connected to fade out of the existence of the living world, and some how start a new in the world of the dead. It all seemed to blend together; even the feelings had dulled considerably. Odd, he was beginning to get rather... apathetic towards people located in the hospital.

Kaito sighed once again, and was yanked back into existence when he realized that today was going to be relatively slow. He yawned, and looked around, ignoring his thoughts for now. He once again began his customary inner struggle that made him wonder whether or not he had made the right choice when he decided to except that mission so easily from Tsunade, if he had just given a couple complaints then his whole team would be alive. His pastel blue eyes gazed quickly around, looking for something to do, before he caught onto a blond haired Shinobi sitting in a chair... quite... relaxed... for lack of a better word. He sighed, and made his way towards her. It was always nice to meet new people, and his natural curiosity caused him to attempt to make conversation with most people he came across.

As Kaito came closer to the woman he grimaced as she spotted him and walked away. With a sigh he glanced around for something else to do. Seeing nothing he shook as head at how adults treated kids. It was as if nobody held any respect for them as if because of their young age they were ignorant of things in he world, ignorant of how things worked and because of that didn’t require any attention. At least this was how Yuu thought they were treating him. A child with their parents still alive may have thought something completely different. Gazing around he saw nothing but an empty corridor. With one last sigh Yuu went to sit on the bench where the blonde woman had sat and buried his face into his hands.

[kuzaku]

Mizuiro was just heading into the hospital. He was there to see his mother, a medic nin and nurse on her off time. He had just finished his daily training with his father and so he was a little drained of energy, but not tired in the least. He had been a little down as he left home, his father's demeanor had brought him down a bit as it usually did. As he walked through the doors of the hospital, he couldn't help but smile.

The unmistakable smell of the place, made him think of his mother. It was impossible for him not to smile when she crossed his min. She was so kind and nice to him, unlike how his dad treated him. It wasn't that his father was mean, it was more that he didn't treat him like a kid really. He treated him more like a malfunctioning machine. It had always been that way. His dad always yelled at him during training and told him he was doing everything wrong. then he would talk to his mother and she would comfort him and teach him a little something new every day. Ever since he became a genin, he went to see his mom after training to pick up his spirits and to work with medical techniques. That was his newest dream. To become a great medical ninja and a hunter nin. He would save people and bring justice to criminals. He would be both his mother and his father in a sense.

Lately his mom had been teaching him about cells and different types of tissues, so he was reviewing those things in his head. That's when he came across a boy with long hair sitting on a bench with his head in his hands.

Mizu wondered if the boy was here waiting on someone to get out of surgery or if he was here visiting a patient, or worse waiting to be cared for. He hoped it wasn't the latter because he always hated it when he couldn't do something to help people, and chances were that if he needed healing, Mizu wouldn't be able to help him. That would just break his good mood.

Regardless of what the boy was here for, Mizu decided he was going to find out. He walked over and satdown on the bench.

"What's the matter? Why are you here? Are you visiting a patient?" he asked the boy.

In his head he thought he sounded like an idiot. He always did that. Rapidly firing off questions all at once. but he masked his feelings well with a quizzical smile and looked at the boy waiting for his answer.