Kenpachi/Ryuuken confrontation log
What: Kenpachi has seen a present from the now AWOL Hojo showcasing Ryuuken and Yachiru's sexual exploits in a very detailed fashion. He decides to pay the doctor a little visit, and expresses himself in the best possible way he knows how.. by fighting.
Who: Kenpachi, Ryuuken, Yachiru, Isshin, Kisuke, Shizuru
When: Wednesday evening - snail mail is slow snail mail.
Where: Mishima Hospital then somewhere away from the hospital (and most people >>)
Rating: PG-13? Poss higher.. I'm not good with ratings.. expect some bad language and moderate+ violence.
Open/Closed To: The above who!
Ryuuken had collapsed the night of the Auction and had practically been enforced some bed rest by the one man he had not got it in him to argue with just at that particular moment in time. That would come though, Isshin had caused him irreparable shame with the secret entrant fiasco. Not to mention that that had been piled on top of two days of already wounded pride..
Then there was Yachiru. Damn. There was that tight-chested pain again. The silver-haired man coughed at his desk, taking a sip at his water and rubbing over his pectorals firmly, fingers nudging against the protected silver vial around his neck. Ugh. There it was again.
Over the last two days since he had awoke fully clothed in his office bed, Ryuuken had dealt the only way he had ever dealt before, by throwing himself into his work. Having got through the important tasks, the average day to day jobs, things that could have been left for another day, and even some basic administrative duties that should have been left to his frumpy secretary, the Chief Executive was now staring rather blankly at his laptop screen.
Tch. Standing up and snapping the drawer of his desk open, Ryuuken opened the french windows leading from his office outside and lit a cigarette. Shutting his eyes he willed his mind to stop tormenting him so. Little did he know that things were just going to get a whole lot more irritating. No wonder he shut himself off from people.
Who: Kenpachi, Ryuuken, Yachiru, Isshin, Kisuke, Shizuru
When: Wednesday evening - snail mail is slow snail mail.
Where: Mishima Hospital then somewhere away from the hospital (and most people >>)
Rating: PG-13? Poss higher.. I'm not good with ratings.. expect some bad language and moderate+ violence.
Open/Closed To: The above who!
Ryuuken had collapsed the night of the Auction and had practically been enforced some bed rest by the one man he had not got it in him to argue with just at that particular moment in time. That would come though, Isshin had caused him irreparable shame with the secret entrant fiasco. Not to mention that that had been piled on top of two days of already wounded pride..
Then there was Yachiru. Damn. There was that tight-chested pain again. The silver-haired man coughed at his desk, taking a sip at his water and rubbing over his pectorals firmly, fingers nudging against the protected silver vial around his neck. Ugh. There it was again.
Over the last two days since he had awoke fully clothed in his office bed, Ryuuken had dealt the only way he had ever dealt before, by throwing himself into his work. Having got through the important tasks, the average day to day jobs, things that could have been left for another day, and even some basic administrative duties that should have been left to his frumpy secretary, the Chief Executive was now staring rather blankly at his laptop screen.
Tch. Standing up and snapping the drawer of his desk open, Ryuuken opened the french windows leading from his office outside and lit a cigarette. Shutting his eyes he willed his mind to stop tormenting him so. Little did he know that things were just going to get a whole lot more irritating. No wonder he shut himself off from people.