Tamamo wandered into the entrance room of the clinic, wiping his hands dry. He wouldn't call the place sterile, exactly, but it was a lot better than it had been last week. Not that Yuuri didn't work hard; he did. But for what? Everyone came back from the dead, apparently. You could never be rid of them all.
A young man with bright red hair and only one eye was perched on one of the counters. On it. And who would have to wipe it clean?
"You must be Lavi," Tamamo said, pleasantly, and set the rag down on the counter.
"Doctor Tamamo. We spoke earlier on the network, I believe." Lavi was certainly enthusiastic. How pleasantly surprising for such a dreary place. It was getting to be that he was actually glad to see people.
Lavi pushed back his sleeves -- unnecessarily, considering that they only stretched three-quarters of the way down his arms -- and picked up the package of needles from the counter behind him. "I need skin, so take off your jacket and shirt, okay?"
"I guess you're probably not scared of needles, huh?" Lavi unfolded the pouch and withdrew two of the needles. "Just don't move too much, okay?"
Lavi frowned in concentration, eyes mapping Tamamo's body for the best place to begin. He reached up and ran his fingers through silver hair, then deftly (and hopefully painlessly) inserted the two needles into strategic places in Tamamo's scalp.
"No, why would I be? I work with them all the time. I shall be still as a statue." He didn't flinch when Lavi inserted the needles, just stayed, still, wearing his incessant half-smile.
"Ah, see, that didn't hurt at all. You're quite skilled, aren't you?"
"Lotsa practice," Lavi mumbled, picking up the next set of needles and brushing Tamamo's hair back from his forehead. The next chakra point was the middle of the forehead -- "third eye", as it were -- and Lavi carefully inserted his needles, then stepped back to regard it critically.
"The rest are easier," he said, picking up the pouch. Circling around Tamamo, he inserted the remainder of the needles: Eight at the back of his neck, eight at his throat, twelve over his heart, ten spreading out from his navel, six at the small of his back, and four just an inch lower.
"Still okay?" Lavi asked, stepping back and setting the pouch on a counter.
Tamamo blinked. It didn't hurt at all; not that he had expected it to. Useful tools, needles. "Perfectly fine~ tell me when I can move again. So ... why do you mark off these spots, exactly? What do you look for? How can you tell when there are ... abnormalities?"
After a pause, during which he made sure that all of the needles were correctly positioned, Lavi grinned. "Trade secret," he said, then reached behind his head and untied the strings holding the patch over his eye. "The seven main chakra points're pretty well historically documented, though. Lotsa people've used 'em to diagnose illness and stuff.
"Now, quiet," he said, closing his left eye and focusing on Tamamo.
As the minutes passed, the frown on Lavi's face grew more and more pronounced. Something was off -- seriously off, if the flow of Tamamo's chakra was any indication. Finally, he tied his eyepatch back onto his face and crossed his arms across his chest.
"So. You weren't totally honest with me, were you?" Lavi asked, his voice flat. "You're not human."
Tamamo tilted his head to the side and smiled down at Lavi, resisting the urge to cross his arms or touch any of the needles in his body.
"Oh, you noticed? I was afraid that might happen, but curiosity killed the cat~ as they say. Now you're the third one to know. I really should be more careful. Do me a favor and just keep it as our little secret, won't you?"
"Don't be ridiculous. But I do understand that you would like to take precautions, so: we're in agreement. I won't turn out to be dangerous, and you won't tell anyone." Tamamo started to raise his hand, then thought better of it. "Are you done with the needles? I wouldn't mind knowing more about your procedure."
A young man with bright red hair and only one eye was perched on one of the counters. On it. And who would have to wipe it clean?
"You must be Lavi," Tamamo said, pleasantly, and set the rag down on the counter.
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He had his guess, of course, but you know that saying about assuming.
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Lavi pushed back his sleeves -- unnecessarily, considering that they only stretched three-quarters of the way down his arms -- and picked up the package of needles from the counter behind him. "I need skin, so take off your jacket and shirt, okay?"
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Lavi frowned in concentration, eyes mapping Tamamo's body for the best place to begin. He reached up and ran his fingers through silver hair, then deftly (and hopefully painlessly) inserted the two needles into strategic places in Tamamo's scalp.
"Okay?" he asked.
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"Ah, see, that didn't hurt at all. You're quite skilled, aren't you?"
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"The rest are easier," he said, picking up the pouch. Circling around Tamamo, he inserted the remainder of the needles: Eight at the back of his neck, eight at his throat, twelve over his heart, ten spreading out from his navel, six at the small of his back, and four just an inch lower.
"Still okay?" Lavi asked, stepping back and setting the pouch on a counter.
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"Now, quiet," he said, closing his left eye and focusing on Tamamo.
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"So. You weren't totally honest with me, were you?" Lavi asked, his voice flat. "You're not human."
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"Oh, you noticed? I was afraid that might happen, but curiosity killed the cat~ as they say. Now you're the third one to know. I really should be more careful. Do me a favor and just keep it as our little secret, won't you?"
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