Blood Emperor's Lazy Doctor [Hiatus]

Creaking flooring, a chair made up of red sandalwood leans back in tune. The man's ancient eyes peer deeply into the distance. Not quite there, yet also here.

'Time is such a strange concept.' He voices in his mind. 'Fight as you will, time will never lose, yet it also never wins. Time and time again, changing at the drop.'

A fire burns in this man's eyes as his thought continue their path.

'Just as one life fades another begins. Time continues to move, but in the end, you never know...' A laugh escapes his thin lips, deep and magnetic.

'... when time will flow once more.'

The creaking stops, the tilting chair halts, his gaze becomes more focused. The fire burns fierce, ready to burn the world to ash.

Narrowing those flaming pools. He was proof. Death held his time, soon its end was neigh. His mind was made, messes settled, heart resolved... yet time decided to change. The sands returned, those final bits never fell.

His gaze appeared to be focused on the small female laying beneath wore out sheets. Her face was pale, small beads of sweat rolled down, as her brows pinched. The look within his eyes, complicated but focused.

Leaning back once more, his heavy lids encased those ancient pools, as his mind whirls back.

. . .

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. . .

Still water is disturbed by the breeze, the leaves rustling in the air. A fishy sent seems to be present on the wind, possibly due to the creature laying upon the dirt, its abdomen rapidly pulsing.

Between the open space, two human figures face off. One couching, the other standing. One big, whilst the other small. A strange sight indeed.

Nuyun, despite his wooden expression, was quite surprised by this little idiot.

'Weren't girls suppose to be reserved, fearful of dirt, disdained a man's job? Where would you find one brave enough whom would wrestle a fish, than proudly proclaim dominance?'

One can't blame him for thinking as such. Those of the female kind, regardless of class, even brutish butches, cower in the presence of this great divine emperor. Where would they have the courage to show pride? Fear was all that coursed through their minds facing such a monster. Turning valiant into timidness.

Not do to fear but life long habit, Nuyun had long heightened his alertness, a response which occurred instinctively.

Yet to his surprise, this little idiot was more cautious than himself. Strange, he took another look at this child, contemplating.

Wrapped in his thoughts, the little idiot smacks it's face.

"Hey there how's it going!" The idiot cautiously waved, forcing a smile.

Nuyun: ". . ." woodenly narrowed his eyes.

'Definitely an idiot."

What a peculiar female, a rare species perhaps?

His mind whirled, carefully looking over every inch, until his eyes landed between the little idiot's legs.

Could it be a trap?

His life's only friend had once told tale of a such an encounter. Male's whom took after their mother's, confusing good to honest men, tainting them to the dark side.

Deeply recalling the ugly expression of his life's only friend, the little idiot made it's move.

'Impatient?' He sneers inwardly.

Strategically dodging the idiot's meaty hands. Meaty was most certainly not the right term. Those grabby claws were thin and bony, not a trace of meat as scars lined the outer edges.

Even with this fact, he narrowed his eyes, the pressure around becomes heavy, dripping with killer intent. Yet this didn't seem to effect the idiot at all. Merely straighten its back, preparing to spill empty words.

Feeling magnanimous, he'll listen to the words of this idiot. His gaze shifting away, focusing on it's face.

To his surprise it claimed to be a doctor. Posturing as if having years of experience. A comical sight when compared to age. Did it think fools were born everyday? A child who's hair has yet grown acting m.a.t.u.r.e. Bah!

This thought had just formulated when the girl began listing off what was wrong with him.

"... you are heavily injured, internally and externally. Poisoning is also present."

Educated guesses any fool could spill like water. He was not convinced. But he still listened to the rest of its speech, not putting an iota in his heart. Yet what came next caused a spark of irritation.

"... If not treated soon, even if this lowly one were a god, your ancestors will be greeting the gate. what say you?"

A clear threat! Narrowing his eyes in disp.l.e.a.s.u.r.e, he didn't like being threatened. Any and all who dared test the waters would drown by their folly.

He began circulating his inner energy when he remember he was in no condition to do so.

Resigned, he allowed his eyes to roam the little idiot once more, carefully inspecting every inch. Obvious this girl's was no more than a child, small enough to be twelve, possibly younger. Yet on closer inspection, seeing on how her wet robes hugged her frame, he changes his age speculation.

Flat face, lacking the childish fat one would usually see. Ghost and ghouls alike would find kinship with it alone. If life wasn't present in those pure eyes, he'd be none the wiser. Tracing her arms and legs, tiny, almost nonexistent muscles protrude from her bony structure. Least her skin was pleasant to the eye, milky white, lotus roots hiding beneath dirt sleeves and bottom hems. Lastly his eyes stopped on her abdomen. Clearly it was sunk in, the cherry on top as they say, proving her malnutrition hadn't been recent, but years of bodily abuse.

Finding himself back to her eyes, he was startled at what he noticed. If one only looked surface deep, innocence and purity was all one would see. Yet beneath those clear waves, fooling victims into shallow waters, was a deep never-ending drop. A cavern leading to depths unknown.

His frozen heart began showing signs of interest. 'Maybe not so lacking after all.' He mused.

Curiosity was the devil's drug, this divine emperor, despite caution being second nature, ceased his guard, allowing a chance.

'Show this lord what hides beneath, disappointment will merely add company to this lord's grave.' What more can be done, death will soon greet the dying.

Don't think wrongly, he held no expectation for this girl and her supposed medical practice. She wasn't even a cultivator after all. Take it as a spark of interest. As the name entails, it last for but a moment. Even when the girl showed skill, mending old and new alike. He still held no expectation.

Even the most skilled of doctor couldn't cure him. He was told the only possibility was that one doctor. Yet fate would have it, the doctor died, making treatment an impossibility.

Despite that, the relief and warmth given was cherished deeply. Put any man who has gone through the same would feel no different. Pain, it matters not if becomes routine, once gone, even devils would be moved.

Opening his eyes, he looks down at this little girl. Yes he has already identified the little idiot as female. Her being so close was only matter of course. Though his eyes have yet to confirm, his instincts have never lead astray.

As his dark abyss pools land on her face, he winces. Her forehead was beaded with crystals of sweat. Her already unhealthy complexion was paling with each passing second. Obviously forcing herself past the limit.

He felt complicated looking at her, as he wiped at the forming sweat. How can she forgo safety, selflessly acting for a stranger, to the point of possible harm?

His mind drifted to the darken fog circulating his mind. The woman still hoarsely apologizing in tow. She had once done the same, forgoing food and safety for I, her son. No, same isn't the right word, it was similar yet not the same.

He had once heard that a mother's care would be selfless to the point of self sacrifice. Watching his mother when growing, believing the same, caring only for this woman that gave him life.

Even after his ordeal, all care went toward this point. He never blamed her. His heart couldn't b.a.r.e it. Least when he had a heart that could move.

Narrowing his eyes. That didn't mean she didn't feel the same. Still acting on how a mother should, that famous self sacrifice all a play.

'Mother is sorry.'

'Mother didn't do her best.'

'Mother will always be here.'

'Mother will make it up to you.'

'Mother is sorry, mother loves you deeply.'

'Mother is...'

'Mother will...'

So many times his mother would repeat those phrases and many more, smiling, giggling, pulling him along.

Did she really think he couldn't see? Was he dumb in her eyes? He doesn't know the answer, and never did ask. But he knew she didn't truly care. Selflessness was not what drove her.

... It was guilt.

His eyes closed with that thought, quelling the storm inside, only to open them once more, peering at the pale girl below.

'Is this was true selflessness is?'

His eyes dimmed, that as it may, it did not matter. This true selflessness was misplaced. Yet still he couldn't help but feel warmth from her actions, which caused a strange itch in his heart.

He couldn't keep this warmth.

He had no right to claim.

He knew that.

He was fully aware.

But because he was aware, he was more inclined to drown in this warmth, refusing to let logic win. This was to be his last day, so why refute this momentary yearning?

Sneeringly, the poison spirit snorted. Quite displeased it fell asleep to ignore his stupid host. Obviously it didn't put this doctor in its eyes, not caring at all.

Nuyun was well aware of this, but ignored it altogether. He was quite pleased to have a moment without that leech eyeing his as food.

Time ticked on by, his wounds had finally finished mending, the little girl spoke to him with a gentle voice, a feather tickling his insides.

She confirmed the end of the treatment, but seemed to want to say something more. Though before she could, a growl came from that caved stomach.

A pain gripped his heart, when there was no wound to be felt.

Within a breath of time, this confidently serious girl, lost all that momentum. Her demeanor now could only be comparable to a frightened rabbit, corner with no place to go.

Ignoring that misplace pain, he became amused as he unconsciously stretched out his lean palm, placing it directly on her head. He was momentarily startled. When had he any d.e.s.i.r.e to pet a child?

Wait, pet?

A flicker of enlightenment went through him.

He mused as she turned more and more into a rabbit in his eyes. He was so wrapped up in his amus.e.m.e.nt, even begun cooking for the little rabbit. Of course the meal was the fish she had placed dominance over.

Honestly his amus.e.m.e.nt turned into something else, but since he could not place the feeling, it stayed as such.

. . .

Time moved along, the girl began treating him once more, which struck him as odd. But soon he was to find out, this little girl whom looked no older then twelve, actually has the skill required to heal him.

Inside, he could feel his froze heart melting. How could he not? It had been frozen for nearly three millenniums! The chill had long seeped into his bones, freezing him to the core.

But how could this little girl do what others could not? He hadn't the clue, but another question seem to be nearing a conclusion, a question that had long gone without an answer.

. . .

He watch as she battle within his dantian against that arrogant poison spirit. That leech was cursing something fowl at her.

'You repugnant wench!'

'You whore!'

'How dare you stop this might one!'

'This might one's meal belongs to no one!'

'F.u.c.k 18 generations of your ancestors!'

'I HOPE YOU BURN IN THE FIRE'S OF HELL!'

Luckily the girl couldn't hear, sparing her ears of the venomous brew. He took comfort in that fact.

. . .

The battle had neared its end, the rabbit girl who was mere mist had turned into a stunning goddess in his dantian. Becoming the light that he once chased. Followed to the ends of the world, the light he had hoped to grasp, yet always out of reach. The light which was too bright, forcing his gaze to shift when close, only to lose it once more.

'This mask reminds me of you. A heart ever yearning, yet unable to grasp. With a mind ever seeking, but eyes on the grass.'

His life's only friend's words reverberated in his mind. Was this the answer he sought?

This little idiot.

This little girl.

This little rabbit... he was thinking on making her his pet as his eyes narrowed.

He immediately dismissed the thought as she left his dantian. His mind was a mess, he needed time to pull his thoughts in order.

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. . .

Releasing those ancient pools from their slumber, three days had pasted in little time. The tilt of the chair regained stability as he moved to the worn out bed.

The little girl was still feverish and in pain. Wiping away the gathered sweat, he contemplates.

With a smooth motion, he lays his large body on the worn bed. His height encompassed the word large, for even the bed was unable to contain his full length, as his feet hung over the edge.

Gently he pulled the feverish child into his embrace. Indeed, next to him, she looked even more like a child, as he was a mountain in comparison.

This made the man quite conflicted. She was still much too young, much too small. It wasn't wrong of him to think of her as a pet. She was small, and fragile, just like those meaty delights that were meant to fill the void.

But he didn't want to eat this rabbit, he just wanted to feel her warmth. Cold was all he knew, the freezing winds of a world with a narrowed view.

He was tired, so very tired.

Whats wrong with taking a small nap? And so he did. He fell right to sleep, with his new rabbit curled into his embrace.

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