Blood Emperor's Lazy Doctor [Hiatus]

Heavily sighing, Hong Luo slumped below the tub waters.

Cleared away, the steam had long dissipated around cooled waters, which were lukewarm at best. Coming out in full fury, Little Soul's anger brought with it a chilling effect which extended to the very waters meant to soothe and bathe. The frustration towards her chilled bath water out weighted the line cut. Truthfully speaking, Hong Luo had no such hatred towards speech interruption. As rude as it is, she'd normally shrug it off, since some people can't be reasoned with. It was only do to Little Soul's untold instances of poor timing which lead to his misconception.

She didn't dare raise her head as she blew bubbles, staring deeply across the disturbed surface of floating herbs twirling. Guilt was gnawing painfully at her conscious.

'I should have told him about Little Soul.'

After all they were living together. Such disrespect, such distrust, as a doctor that lives off the trust of patients, she truly felt ashamed.

Rationalization didn't help much, after all, excuses were a dime a dozen. Groundless vindication was clearly reserved for the faint of heart. Never did she claim to be the strongest, and neither would she. Little bits of strength as well as knowledge, gained nothing but bloated ego's which await their popping. In this world where ultimacy obscured the fog, this train of thought were nothing more then childish aspiration.

Whispering lulls, rational weakness urged her.

'You don't know this man. Patient or not, you don't know him. Why must full trust be given? Stupidity for a day, death tomorrow. Better cautious than dead.'

Entering with an unceremonious kick followed by a sarky knock. Morality came right on time.

'Am I a joke to you?'

R: 'Depends. Jokes are funny, am I laughing?'

M: 'Of course not, without a gut, this wondrous action known as laughter, will forever elude you.'

R: 'The gut is irrelevant. Only the mind can illuminate the way through fogs of profound enlightenment.'

Morality rolled his eyes, half believing, half expecting this statement.

M: 'What are you? Some damn old monk begging Buddha for alms? Aren't you suppose to be rational? When you become full of shit, don't come knocking on my door, 'illuminating' the profoundness of anal blockage.'

Rationality resignedly shook her head, calming stating with a dully calm tone.

R: 'Why use illogicality to make a point? You call me rational, yet the word, I doubt you know the meaning of. One and one may equal two, but two may not necessarily equate to one, amitabha.'

M: 'Amitabha your head, are you mocking me? Now who sounds illogical, using phrases of nonsense to seem mystical and aloof. From my stand point your reasoning is lacking that bit of spice of emotion. Trust has no business being related to your weak rationality. I won't deny from the starting point, there is sense to rationalize not trusting a stranger outright. Normally this a reasonable conclusion. But! This piece only relates to little as five percent. The remaining ninety five is all powered by the gut. Which great figure big or small hasn't judge based on instinct?'

R: 'Ha, now that was funny.'

M: 'Are we seriously revisiting my past injustice? Way to go beating the bush, turning white to grey then grey to black, attempting the reverse but ending with mud. Say, shall we revisit your backside problems as well? I can introduce you to a friendly bucket which will be more then happy to swallow your woes. Allow me to congratulate you early on your new friend. He accepts you and is just as full of shit as well.'

R: '...'

Author: '...'

Who's to say only Little Soul's mind runs a mile a minute? Hong Luo has entered a loop of self creation. Rationality and morality have gained consciousness, walking a thin line between debating or squabbling like children. It would be no understatement to proclaim Hong Luo the Queen of 'Straying from the topic'. Where else would Little Soul gain number one if number two weren't holding the heavens.

Smiling wider and wider with each passing second, Nuyun hadn't moved an inch as his eyes remained on Hong Luo. That little fellow's effect was truly potent, for she still remained, introducing new to out weigh the old. He hadn't a clue what was running through her head, as she phased through multiple expressions, each more interesting than the last. Rather entertaining as the normal nonchalant had replaced with a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes.

Sinking deeper and deeper, as bubbles increased in volume and mass. His cheeky grin might do more harm than good, so Nuyun returned to his dull poised. Before she could sink any lower, he rubbed the top of her head, snapping her awake from her nonsensical daydream.

"Don't soak too long. I'll acquire new clothes."

With a flick of his wrist, he grabbed her worn clothes. Contrary to Nuyun's belief, his indifference and dull eyes further deepened her guilt.

'As I thought, he 'is' upset!'

PLOP!

Fully submerged, Hong Luo screams out her guilt, the water acting as a cushion to her woes. Although amused by her actions, Nuyun reluctantly gave face, walking away, letting the drowning rabbit fish for pennies a thought. After all, he had more important matters to attend to.

Within his grasp held the evidence to his plight. Disregarding how the interrogation proceeded, Nuyun's heart wouldn't be at ease without further proof.

With his back against the wall his eyes full focus at his open hand. Splashes of red creased his nails, pooled within his palm, a small amount blood. Activating his blood art, a skill derived from the demonic clan of devils. Allowing its user the capabilities of discerning memories which lay within.

There are many levels to this art, allowing for higher reign of memory gain. At the lowest level, only small portions of memories can be laid b.a.r.e, having a time restraint depending on blood volume. These memories would only pertain to visual recollection. Only the higher levels would include the other senses, needing less blood. Even higher in level, entering the full mastery of this skill, users would be capable of even discerning environment memories. Example of this would be if the target of the memories were effected by external forces, or simply put, if the target were incapacitated, their bodily memories, excluding sight, would be full displayed to the user. Though not omnipotent, if the targets senses weren't strong, then the user would obtain no less.

Tch

Gripping tight to her clothes, he clicked his tongue more then once. He hadn't thought wrong yet also hadn't over thought. The redness of his eyes faded as many thoughts fell into order. Perhaps he'll ready a welcoming gift as his guarding job takes wind.

'I'll make sure the good doctor 'isn't' left worse for the ware.'

His eyes gleamed ruthlessly with hints of mirth.

. . .

Upon dressing herself when returning to her room, Hong Luo tried to smack awake her courage. Though her internal debate (more like debacle) hadn't many results. She still felt the need to at least apologize. Even though she couldn't fully explain, perhaps in time, when she's more comfortable, then the truth will naturally flow.

Deciding on a choice, she felt much better as she sat ramrod straight. Soldierly awaiting the arrival of the commanding officer. Her expression so serious, you'd think the intelligence report pertained to national secrets.

It didn't take long for Nuyun to enter the room. Habitually the two have slept around this time, becoming common happenstance.

Stopped in place. Shocked by the rabbit's inquisitorial gaze, shifting his own guiltily. Biting his lip, waiting for the ring of judgment.

'She must have noticed. Why must she be so perceptive?'

Unaware to a certain mans guilty conscious, his gaze that avoided her own fully clarified how upset he was.

'AH! I'm such a horrible person! SEE! Look at how hurt he is! Just the image of him biting his bottom lip, rips my heart to bits.'

She breathed in and out to calm herself. Using a breathing technique often used to stabilize her rising emotions. Xu Yue, her mother, had taught her such. Since she'd at times have trouble with her emotional state. Born with a poor constitution, plagued with health issues, her overly excited emotions, more times than not, weakened her into a coughing fit, or simply caused fainting episodes.

This information wasn't even known by Little Soul. Often in her life as Mozen, what should have only happened with Hong Luo's body, happened there as well. At times she'd wonder why.

'Body is different, but habits are the same?'

Once, in her life as Mozen, she consulted an expert of the mind. An old friend. Talking about commonalities, leading to queries of the psyche, heading straight into her own concerns. Of course she spoke theoretically not to connect towards herself. It wasn't that she feared the label of weakness, but believe on a personal level, only one she felt safe with, deserved her hearts deepest secrets.

'This doctor has one query before my journey. A question that has ailed my mind for many a year. Once I was asked, but never could I answer.'

'Oh? This old woman's interested has been peeked. Aha, a query the Great Mozen cannot quell? My young friend excuse my laughter, for if this were known, even us having strong ties, not a soul would believe.'

'Truly? Such an unbelievable occurrence? Oh, this doctor deserves not this high pedestal, else heavens strike me down for future arrogance. I beseech you old friend, this life I still must live.'

Swaying her hand back and forth, the old expert glared at her.

'You... Ah, what can be done, you over dramatic peac.o.c.k. Backs, backs, I take it all back. The Great Mozen is dumb as a door nail, and has done well to deceive the divine worlds and below. Now tell this bag of bones your query, else I die curious as a cat.'

Laughing impishly she drawls in response.

'Let's say, a patient who suffered from ailment since youth. This ailment cause the patient's weak constitution, poor health triggered from smallest of emotions, a tricky affair one could hardly guess when fires would light. More then a decade they suffered until finally, cured they were. Yet even gone, those triggers did not abate. Forcing the patient to calm, then worry over future occurrences. The patient returned to the treating doctor, sadly was informed there was no relapse. Panic stricken for years, going from doctor to doctor, same answer after another, still the triggers remain. Why?'

'Isn't it obvious?'

'How so?'

Taking a quick sip of tea, suddenly she claps her hands loudly. She grinned at the sight of the startled as a leaf Mozen.

'There's your answer.'

Tilting her head, clearly she hadn't caught the inclination. The old export wasn't in a hurry, as she laced her pipe, inhaling swigs as she puffed out circles of smoke.

'I've stated before. Just as one must rehabilitate physical deformities once settled, the same goes for muddled emotions. Trauma as you will, does not just pertain to the body. Years of abuse towards the mind cause coping mechanisms to form. As you said, the patients ailment effected not only their body but emotions as well. It would be strange if they hadn't returned to the treating doctor with complaints. For the foolish doctor hadn't warned, or simple put, naively believed emotions don't correspond with treatment.'

Knocking her drug of choice in the ash tray, releasing the remaining smoke from her lungs.

'Simply put. It's an emotional trauma left behind which plays tricks on the mind.'

Thinking about, her words made sense. She also pointed fingers of blame, right at her lower abdomen, where her dantian rested.

'You damn thing, why must you be weird? Your fights with my Void Physique, this lazy sister has had enough of.'

Time is needed to identify the oddities surrounding her dantian. Time she has, and still is too lazy to use.

Plop!

Shock written all over her face, she looks at the man who had suddenly as is now kneeling on the floor. With full momentum, he bagged his head on the floor in knee tow, apology in full wash over his face.

"Luo Luo, forgive me, I couldn't break the habit..."

'I'm confused...'

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