Dirty Business[Past Thread]

[Viola]

(These events occurred directly after the events of the Uchiha Stronghold [Flashback])

Viola was taking her usual walk through the village square, in hopes to get a glance of the old orphanage. Viola took in the scenery of the quaint but blustering Village Square. Viola had been in her street clothes, her medic clothes under one arm. The usual washing machine at the medic company she worked for was down for repairs, which brought the burden of washing the blood and guts of her garbs onto the her. Violas' eyes came across the sunset, a rare sight since she was usually still at work. Overcoverage was rare during these days, but today was a bit special in itself. It was her one year anniversary for working professionally with the sick...which was also her 1st full year without working with the children she grew up with.

The blood orange color that cloaked the sky eased her mind of such thoughts. She could almost remember when she was years younger, peering at the sky from various rooftops. Back in those days she could still wonder what life had in store for her. Life had became so routine Viola could merely predict what was going to happen most days.

A soft sigh exited her lips. "Was it really worth it?"  Viola thought.  Were the long nights and shameless flirting all for goodwill? Getting harassed by their husky voices and offers for dates. Who were they to hit on her so recklessly? And the worst part, the coworkers had often encouraged her to take a date or two. As if it were some sort of serious consideration on Violas' part.

"Some of these boys rank high in their clans, Viola. Please consider them; you won't have to be working here sooner or later!"

And who were they to judge if she wanted marriage or more work? Anger began to welt in Violas' heart. Her steps began to turn off the usual  path she took. Her eyes darted around, her feet now guiding her journey rather than her mind. The amount of chattering villagers dwindled into the few with more private conversations. Her stomping feet often bred to people clearing paths for her, her body beginning to get itself into a jogging rhythm.

As one stride turned led to another turn she soon found herself in one of the many secluded alleyways of Konoha. Her anger was calmed by the five minute jog her body went into instead of exploding on the nearest villager. Her body began to slow her pace as she entered the alleyway, lined with trashcans and dumpsters.

The oddity of the stench, however, held one that was stronger than her usual garbs. An overwhelming scent of blood came to her nose. The amount of blood loss she could smell led to the belief of it being someone possibly murdered(or close to it) in this very alleyway. She slowed her pace even more in hopes to stumble upon this bleeding body in still living condition.

Viola whispered for the lack of knowing what else to do, "Is...anyone here?"

[Hono Uzumaki]

Minaru felt faint as shock continued to overwhelm his being. 'Do I now have, Mangekyou.. and not only that. Was that the lore described Kamui? The young Uchiha's eye socket flowed like a river as blood drained down his body, soaking his clothes. He looked at his surrounding area, inspecting the walls and the earth below.

"Fuck, I'm still in Konoha." he choked. He held the eyeless hole, attempting to stop the bleeding, anything really. He sure was no medical ninja, he didn't hide it. He racked his brain for an idea, to somehow get himself out of this situation. He knew he was being hunted for sure, so this was risky business. He was young, and ever so reckless; and high risks lead to high rewards in his mind, and this eye was the highest prize of them all.

Opening his palm, he gazed at his brother Hiroshi's eye, tracing the eyes patterns with his iris. This was the ultimate price and pay for an Uchiha and he knew it. Minaru let his thoughts spin and tumble, thinking quickly before he bled to death; although, he heard a faint voice calling out, his Mangkeyou scanned the area and locked onto the chakra signature that was beckoning.

Minaru swiftly ripped his shirt further and laid himself in the dirt, messing up his hair further. He whimpered out, "Help." attempting to hide his grin. He left his eye activated, but shut. It was only a matter of time now.

[Viola]

Viola would follow the sound of the voice in order to see the body that had the stench of blood. It would only take a few moments until she found said person, her anxiety and fear rushing high.

Viola was taken aback at seeing such a young boy in a deteriorating state. There would be no time to run back to her post in the medic tent with the boy in such condition. She quickly made haste to the boys body and did an initial check of his body.

Kneeling to the boy, she noticed nothing out of the ordinary other than the boy in much pain and bleeding. She would need to stop the bleeding before administering help in other trouble areas. Inhaling deeply, Viola gently placed her medic clothes against her kneeling lap to keep from any blood that would spurt to spill on her uncovered skin.

Next Viola would bring her palms to face the ground, a light green chakra beginning to cover her palms. Knowing she should have spoken words sooner at this point, she was unsure of what to do. All she was raised as a medic nin was to help those in need. This was the first encounter she had where she found someone injured in this state. The environment was not optimal. Although her skills were where they would need to be to deal with a patient like this, her nerves and overall lack of social discourse out of the office could be the downfall. What if she could not stop the pain in time? What if he were to fight back if he took any poison or recollected someone after him?

Viola would exhale in uneven breathes, inhaling once more in attempts to calm herself down. This was why she did not want to become a traveling medic nin. This fear of running into someone you were to heal, near dying...if not dead. The green glow upon her palms first hovered over the boys chest area in hopes to stop any internal bleeding the boy would also suffer. He was healing, but nothing but time and luck were on his side now.

"C'mere boy, lay your head on my lap." Viola whispered, nodding the boy over. As she peered over his face she noted that one of his eyes were shut tight...it was weird. Did the pursuer injure his eye as well?

[Hono Uzumaki]

"I need more attention then you can understand by a look over. I wish I could look over someone with such a soft voice." he said with a smirk as he revealed the gap were his eye once was after positioning his head between her legs. She was warm, it was nice; especially after what he had been through. 'Magen: Kokoni Arazu no Jutsu' he intoned to himself as he focused chakra from his palm into the eye to create a flash image of the eye. It was now appearing as if it was a normal black eye. "An Uchiha, the filthy breed they are, attacked me; their own kin. I never imagined my Brother would ever come at me as he did.. I managed to get my eye back though." he opened his palm to reveal what seemed to be a normal black eye.

"Is there anyway you could work a little magic on me, I need to be out of this God forsaken village. I am an orphan as of now after all." he could feel the warm glow of this woman's healing aura's.

"Who are you? Why help me?"

[Viola]

Viola let out a grumble at the boys attempt to flatter her. As if she hadn't heard these comments daily already. She looked down at him once more to check again for injuries. Viola noticed this time that there was an eye in his palm and one missing in his socket. She continued to focus on his chest area, reestablishing where her palms were once he shifted his weight onto her lap.

She could feel trickles of blood begin to accumulate on the fabric she had on her lap. She would continue to heal him, listening to his story. Her anxiety began to dissipate, though there was an overall worry clouding her thoughts right now. She was still unsure what to do after she stopped the bleeding or if the eye in his palm would suffice to replace his empty socket.

"Who are you? Why help me?" he asked, but the answer wasn't easily found her head. Viola had a longing to visit the orphanage even more now that he stated he was one. She began to debate to herself if it would be a good idea to send him off there instead of sending him out into the world.

"We need to stop you from bleeding out first. Then I can treat your other wounds...as for a way out of the village, I never been out in my life. I've been in this village for as long as I can remember. It will take some time for me to even stop your wounds from bleeding. I am not sure how long it will take until you can freely walk on your own. This alley, considering your situation, would be must safer than my home or anywhere else I presume." Viola spoke, keeping her voice quiet.

Despite the fact that he did confirm he was one of those disgusting Uchihas, she had to heal him for the sake of being kind. He had done nothing wrong as of right now to her(besides the off colored remark) so she needed to heal him. Viola would think of anything to aid the boy in escaping afterwards. It sounded much like the Uchiha to attack each other as well. Recalling her past in the orphanage, there were often tales told about the clan and killing close ones in order to gain higher power. What a strange ritual. Yet another reason why she hated them from the pit of her stomach.

"Is this really worth it...?" Viola thought in her head as she continued to heal him, small cuts on his chest beginning to close and bleeding ceasing in the chest area.

[Hono Uzumaki]

Minaru felt slightly ignored, though she was helping, so he kept his mouth shut.

"Is there anyway to save the eye?" he questioned, knowing full well the capability of the eye. He felt less faint, and the build up of lactic acid began to diminish. He thought to himself for a moment, would it be wise to continue along this path or is something more forceful needed?

"You should come with me you know; the Uchiha have the seat as Hokage soon." he spilled information like water from a cup. He snuggled into the crease which her legs created, he smile softly. He began to remember a time when he was injured from a club swing. Joy held him just like this, dabbing his head with a cool rag. "This place, it's not a village of love or compassion. It's politics and bullshit, and until real order comes, I must make my own." he paused briefly. "Or at least bring order in my own way." he coughed softly as he struggled a little for air, though in time it became easier again. He deactivated his Sharingan and looked up at her to finally take in who was tending to him.

"Pink hair eh?" he blurted out like a child with a smile. The black coal-like iris scanned her body over, "Talented and beautiful. What a catch." he spoke

[Viola]

Viola listened intently as he continued on and on about the current politics of the village. She hadn't known they were already discussing switching seats of the Hokage, which was something she was pleased to know.

What did not please her, however, was the constant appraisal to her looks which was often paired with her skill. She growled audibly once more at the sound of him, but continued to focus nonetheless. If he was not injured right now, she would not give him a second glance. Another Uchiha boy who expected girls to bow to their knees due to their looks and skill. She would not be one of those girls.

Viola bent her back gently to get a closer look at what was going on exactly with his eyes, her hands parting as she felt the majority of the wounds he suffered were well on their way of being closed. As one hand came up close to his neck, the other would move downward to his legs and thighs to heal from below.

She came close to his face, staring at the eye socket intently. From what she could see, the eye socket was in a bad condition, less than optimal, but that only meant it would take more time to heal. She moved her eyes to check the status of the one that had been in his palm. She needed her hands on it so she could ensure there would be no mistakes on her part.

Viola would say while looking over at his palm, "May I examine the eye in your palm, sir? I am not sure how it will be, having an Uchiha as a Hokage here. I fear both outside and inside of the village now. Since I am no longer of age to be in jurisdiction of the local orphan housing, I will soon have to abide by such rules given by the Hokage--one of that vile clan descent at that. I am certain the socket can be fit to the eye, but unsure if the eye is still in a state which I can reattach it...and I would rather enjoy it if you would stop making comments regarding my appearance. Save your breathe as it seems you are weak right now. Speak of what is only relevant to this situation."

[Hono Uzumaki]

"Uh. about the eye." he stammered as he let his genjustu fade to reveal the eye in his hand. "The petal pattern of this particular eye was, that of my Brothers. He is the Hokage to be. I hate them for the neglect they put on me. This eye though, represents the hate. I will come to bring true justice down onto them." Despite not making much sense due to blood lose, he meant what he said. Justice, only thing is, he held an odd kind of homicidal justice close to heart.

Minaru managed to get a grip and stabilize his train of thought, "I feel awful, sorry I am lightheaded from the lose of blood. Now, relevant information, these eyes are very strong and can endure a lot. It was pulled cleanly, just a pluck." he brought his arm closer to the woman's face, motioning her to take it. "I don't know if I can live without an eye. In all seriousness, if you help me. I would owe you a lot; and despite how I feel about the village, you have done no wrong. I would repay you, however you deem fit." he wheezed as he chuckled softly.

"But, I cannot stay here."

[Viola]

Viola eyed the item in the palm of his hand. As she enhanced the chakra with the hand close to his throat, she accepted the eyeball. So the eye had been stolen it appeared...disgusting. Utterly disgusting how these Uchihas act with eyeballs. Blessed with their own two but have the awful habit of plucking them out for fun. Did they even hurt to the clan for eyes to be taken out of sockets--since they had been doing it for thousands of years(at least what Viola had assumed to be from tales she heard before bed).

She inhaled gently, getting the feeling that this may take more time to heal than anticipate. His wish to leave the village would be one of death if he expected to be walking within minutes of being healed, considering just walking out the village, and then get away with it with ease. Perhaps the offer for her to come with her was done in a weakened state of mind, not at all serious in the slightest?

Viola let out a soft chuckle, taking the eyeball as she positioned near the empty eye socket. As she felt that the best of the work had been done for now, she cancelled the chakra she was channeling from her hand below and charged the eye hand with more chakra to prepare for the eye transfer.

"Is there anything else I need to know before I start the process? You may be knocked unconscious by this to warn you beforehand. And if that is the case I'll need to work a way to bring you into my apartment. There is no way I will allow you to leave the village at this moment. You are too weak and have lost too much blood. I believe you may even need a transfusion, but that can be worried about later. No matter what the rules are or how screwy Konoha may be in this state...I live by my medical training. The first rule of caring for others is to do anything in my power to let you live. Is that clear?" Viola spoke in a stern tone.

In hopes to calm the boy she ran her fingers through his hair slowly, allowing each dark strand to feel the warmth of her fingertips. Viola pulled loose a small piece of her medic clothes. This particular rag was one of the clearer parts. After doing such, she pulled her non-chakra charged hand against his brow. She felt the fabric absorb the sweat that was upon his brow at the moment. As she waited for his answer, she continued to wipe off his forehead to clear it(or at least soak it up) with sweat and other liquids on his face.

[Hono Uzumaki]

"If you let me know when, I have means of concealing myself. I can use a transformation justu to mask my image from the public. I think I could manage that at the least. I may need your help walking, I'm a bit dizzy as is, though I can finally think clearly." his good eye traced over the facial feature of the young medical nin.

Before he was found by this woman, he was in quite the rage. His anger over took all judgement and thought, and the emotions finally started to flood him. The image of his Mother's lifeless body dropping to the floor and all he did was use her like a chair before incinerating his Father in hateful flames.

These thoughts began to consume him, and eat away at his subconscious; and most of all, his sanity. He began to talk to the woman, her kindness making him feel more open. "I was used as a weapon of war, a tool for this village and my family. I have completed more assassination missions than any other within these walls. And for what? Truly for what? Following the same destructive path that the other Nation's abide by is sickening me. Playing follow the leader like sheep to a shepherd is not superiority. My clan is the number one warmongering group of all within these confines. They have to much political pull as I fear and more children will die pointless deaths do to a nation that cannot protect it's own. Great Fear stops revolution in it's tracks, but I know no fear. I am barely sane, so I can bring forth the revolution we need. I can try atleast, or die in the process." The young Uchiha was fairly misguided, but sanity could be heard in his voice, which as this point was a plus to say the least. Minaru  pieced together a story based of delusion in his head that he saw as the truth, it all made sense to him. The saddest facts of all is that, this was only because he needed a way to manage the stress create from the horrific events of the Chunnin Exams. 

Minaru seemed to be plagued with flashbacks of the events, as if he didn't torture himself enough about it. He was forced to continuously relive the scenario over and over again. He was living within a false reality constructed by himself, for himself. Since the accident too place, Minaru personally placed the blame on himself, but now sees that not only the village, but his family was to blame as well. The Uchiha clan hold great political pull within the Leaf and the have been around for the longest time. Being long established within the walls of Konohagakure no Sato, it was easy to mold and structure the politics of the times. But none of that matter anymore, for Minaru had his sights set on a true village, ones that won't throw aside anyone in need.

"I understand, I do; but..." he whispered softly as his voice trailed off with his thoughts, his own thoughts began to turn, 'Was she trust worthy or will I need to use other means to acquire her help?'
"Do you have blood freely available at your place?" he jested as he shuffled his weight slightly and made himself more comfortable. "But, I guess I will have to get up before my eye sight can be fixed, correct?" Minaru spoke as he made motions to start propping himself up, but in the end he simple just worked his back up higher against the young woman's legs and laid his head to rest near her stomach.

"Alright, maybe I need a bit of help." he was trying to be as cordial as possible, he hasn't been shown this much kindness in a long time. Since Joy...

[Viola]

Viola watched the boy struggle to get up, listening to his narrative along the way. She sometimes felt this way about the orphanage and even there politics were topics children were discussing. It brought a frown to her face now that she thought about it. Viola would throw the wet cloth on his head to the side of one of the dumpsters. The chakra charged hand would die down immensely. This would attract too much attention on the streets.

It was dusk now, the sun setting and the dark alleyway becoming more and more of a liability to stay in. She gently brought her fingers through his hair once more, in attempts to calm the boy who seemed to be in much of a rush to leave. This free hand would then begin to search for one of his hands in order to assist him in standing.

The boy would feel her knees bracing her legs to stand upward. He would feel the tips of her knees graze his back, which should have lesser pain that it would a few minutes ago before the healing justu. Once she found one of his hands to latch onto, she prepared him to stand.

"Okay, I will assist you. On three we'll stand. One...two....three!" Viola whispered, and on three lifting her body. If successful, this would have also aided the boy in standing as well, Viola tugging at his hand to pull up with her body as well.

"I will need you to do whatever you can for appearance. Also I have a blood testing kit at home along with some other materials. I don't have any blood lying around, but I'm an Type O+. As long as you're not O- we should be able to do the transfusion." Viola whispered once more, in hopes that the boy didnt slip through her hand in the process.

She would gently prop herself up beside the boy, wrapping her now blood dotted medic gear around the arm with the hand that contained the eye. She would wrap this in a spinning motion with her arm, using the momentum continue until it had been completely covered and secured. This would grant lower suspicion than carrying around an eye visible to anyone. With her free hand now she grabbed his own, allowing his body weight to fall onto her.

"Okay, tell me when you're ready." Viola whispered once more, making note not to move unless the boy was ready. There were few things Viola had stayed passionate about. Saving people from death were and still be one of passions she would be willing to take to the grave.

[Hono Uzumaki]

Minaru was shakey as he stood. He nodded softly to her words, "I am AB-, so we are good I guess." He threw his arm around the woman's neck, her locks of hair tickling the bare skin of his arms. He spoke softly, "Henge no Jutsu." The Uchiha's form instantly disappeared along with the woman's, concealed by a plume of smoke.  As the smoke dissipated, Minaru was no longer the boy who clung to the woman. A man he had killed from the Cloud Village is who he took the form of. No visible wounds were seen, and no blood dripped. "Let's move quickly." he hurried, "I'd love to relax and lie down." 

[Viola]

Viola began to trot with the boys' hand around her neck, finding less traveled streets and narrow alleyways to traverse. Those that did get a glance or two of the pair had more important things to get on with for their evening. A couple heading on a date, a pair of Genin playing hide & seek, and the tired old man who appeared to be coming back from a 9 to 5 job. Most understood Viola from living in the area for awhile now and mostly dismissed the sight of someone else being with her as Viola finally breaking down and finding herself a man.

Viola had her thoughts preoccupied as she neared her apartment. Doubts and worry began to overshadow her mind, but that would not be shown on her face. She had to keep her patient as calm as possible. "What if he was serious, what if he does intend on asking me once more to join him? He can't be completely lucid as of right now. He needs rest, liquids, and a transfusion. Maybe if I take care of him, he'll just disappear? I'll be in trouble too if he does get caught--or if those dirty Military Police start asking me if I had seen him?!?" Viola thought, rapid situations running through her head.

As they neared the apartment, Viola began to consider the option of traveling. What was the outside world like? Would there be people she would find happiness with? And, if possible, would this Uchiha prove to be as different of his clan as he sounded? What about the boy separated him from the age old fairy tales(?) she heard about before bed?

. . .

The layout of the apartment was simple. The entrance immediately led into the kitchen, with a small dining area of two wooden seats and table. To the left of the room led into her bedroom, with a twin sized bed, desk, another chair, small closet, and a laundry basket on the floor. To the right of the room was a small shower area. If one were to venture into any room in the apartment they would find Viola kept things well kept. And, for obvious reasons, Viola had got into the habit of locking the door each time she entered and left.

Once settled in, Viola worked quickly. As they reached through the threshold in the door, it would appear Viola would gain her confidence back. She hurriedly sat the boy down in one of the few chairs she owned. From her medical knowledge, she made a quick solution for the eye to sit in to prevent rotting. It would lay suspended in the solution in a mason jar. This would still be in sight for the boy to see, in case he was one to grow dubious of her intentions at this point. Three tall glasses of water would be placed beside the jar as well, knowing good and well the boy would need it during and directly before the transfusion. She took normal procedures to did at the hospital in order to ensure things would go smoothly. The two blankets she owned were pulled against the boys frame, as she found herself confident enough to bare any cold that would occur.

At this point Viola had sanitized and set up the needed equipment for the blood transfusion. With a timer set for "7" on the table besides the mason jar, Viola had plans to do a direct transfusion rather than delay the process further by funneling her blood into a bag.


After taking a seat directly next to the boy, she just realized a huge oversight she made in the moments she had spent with the boy beside her: they hadn't known each others names!

After carefully inserting the needle in his arm and her own, she would press the nozzle in the middle of the contraption to get it to begin the transfer.

"I'm sorry that I can only offer you this procedure with the homely equipment, but it was all I could find. This was the machine they gave me when I first joined a professional medical team, to practice how it works at home and whatnot...but please, welcome yourself to water and once the transfusion is complete I'll place the eye in your socket." Viola explained in a normal tone, considering they were in private quarters now.

[Hono Uzumaki]

Minaru took soft strides, with the healing already done, it was an easy feat to manage. He spotted all the happenings within the area, all checked off as harmless and a not to bother. His tone took a very serious tone, "Do you believe that even great shinobi must do evil in order to preserve the good in the world?" his grip around her became tighter as the moved. He figured she would be too focused to answer at this time, so he didn't press the matter.

The young Uchiha wasn't one to have great knowledge on anything medical except the minimal amount of field doctoring he had to do; but even then, he was simply searing wounds shut with Katon. What really was a blood transfusion anyway? Anxiety and worry set in as the moved to the young woman's place.

"You are all about business, aren't you." he questioned with a chuckle as they pushed forward past the door into the small apartment where she walked him. A kitchen was all he saw as he observed and noted his surroundings. Order was well kept, and it was looking ike this Haruno could have some Obsessive Compulsive tendencies with how spotless this place was. A sound of a lock snapping into place echoed in his ears as he dropped his Transformation Justu, his figure disappearing in smoke. The smoke faded to reveal Minaru once again, tattered, battered and bruised. Blood still slowly dripped from his face; only skin was there to seal up the eyeless socket. The young woman picked up pace as they entered the building. Was this her home? He was lead to sit in the kitchen at what Minaru assumed to be her kitchen table, he settled down softly into the wooden chair as his shaggy black hair fell into his face. He obsessively moved the strains of hair from his face as he sat and waiter. Minaru watched as the woman bounced and bounded throughout the house, grabbing this and that; all the knick knacks she could.

The sound of a rock being dropped into water made his head swivel like a spinning ball a top someone finger. He saw the pink-haired woman walking away from a liquid she prepared and set on the table, the look of which mimicked water. She had dropped the eye into the solution before returning to gather further supplies. He watched calmly as the eye spun in the liquid. The orb sank slowly to the bottom, the legendary Mangekyo pattern staring at him after it came to rest. He lost himself in thought for a moment,

"With this, I will show the villages that they are worth more then what their leadership tells them. They will know that the Daimyo's do not care whether they live or die, just as long as their land is there own. I will bring down the political facade, I will break with mortal coil. I will unify this world, and if that means kill thousands in my wake, so be it. I will not allow what happened to me, to happen to anyone else."

His thoughts were broken as a cloth began to be draped over his shoulder and wrapped around his body. He was warm already, but the blankets brought on a sense of security with it. He smiled before being pricked by a needle, a small wince was all he gave before the sleek curl of his lips returned. "You are quite impressive, you know that? My name is Minaru and I owe you my life." he said as he happily grabbed a glass of water with his free hand. He slowly lifted it up and down the glass in a matter of seconds. "Though, as you know, I cannot stay here. Despite what the Leaf says about wanting peace, their actions and neglectful ways do not reflect such. I am seeking people, people who don't wish to fight for politics and power, but for true peace. A unified world. One where the people make the choices and create solutions together not the hierarchy of the villages clans and elected officials." he ranted, though this time it was more cohesive and sane. "You are a very adept medical ninja, one I wish I had on the battlefield when I was a shinobi of the Leaf, please honor me with your presence on this journey. Please help me show the world the light." he felt the light-headedness fading away as he spoke, and his smile returned, a smile that hasn't been seen for many months.

"I can swear that my thoughts are sane, as being the Hokage to be's brother, I know a lot of what our village has and will do. If you decline, well; it's my lost now isn't it." he closed his eyes and let out a nonchalant laugh.

[Viola]

Viola felt strange about the questions the man had been asking of her. She never knew much of the village politics, all she knew was that there were people coming out fine and coming in needing to be treated by her and other specialist in her field. She kept her mind on treating him, though the questions continued to spin about her mind, with wishful thinking of what else she needed to do. At this point it wasn't a question of life or death, but rather, how she felt about his presence.

She would remain silent for the lot of his questions and ranting. Never has she had heard the village been spoken off in this matter besides the deathbed ridden ones in the medic tent and those who get dragged to jail by the military police.

Once seated in the chair beside him, blood beginning to transfer from her to him, she hadn't a clue how to reply.
Violas' eyes would move from the blood transfusion to his face at this point, taking in his features. The ancient equipment showed it was useful and not prone to malfunction for now. She kept her eyes on him. She felt this more natural than it should be, or was it due to her seeing him still as a patient and not the dirty Uchiha he had been?

"I know of my skill, yes. You needn't remind me. What I wish to understand further is why you choose to run around get your eye plucked out like a chicken, fight your brother who is the soon to be Hokage, and then come to the conclusion that the village needs cleansing...I won't assume you only want me solely for my medical skills or good looks or anything as of right now. For some reason I get the feeling you're not the typical piece of shit that falls from the Uchiha clan tree. I despise clans myself, mainly for the elitist attitudes they take on when looking at the normal folk or people like me who have large clans but nothing especially interesting to them personally. Minaru is it? What was the event that triggered you to believe that this world needs to be shown a different light? That there is a darkness that needs to be snuffed out? As there to be the need of evil in hopes to bring about good...I don't think one can exist without the other. What would we define as good without the evil? How do we perceive the bad and good in life when, in the perfect reality, all that exist is good?" Viola spoke, feeling a bit more comfortable in this position to question his thought process. Was he truly lucid when asking her like this? And what did she have to gain from this experience? Something about him being there, next to her, helped her stay calm about expressing her opinions. She found it both a weakness and a strength to not show off her passive aggressive tenancies as much as she usually does.

Violas flowing hair would be tightly pulled back into a bun, sticking up in the air. This had been done in her flurry of ensuring everything was in place to continue medical treatment. His face showed a story she hadn't seen underneath the medic tent in her year of experience there, and her years of experience in the orphanage. She kept her face stern, unwavering for the boy beside her. She did not want to take on a persona of a weakling. She could end him now if she wanted. But, if that were true--why was Viola saving him right now? Viola was unsure of how she felt. For this reason the following words would shape her view of the boy greatly, as this would truly be the most clear state of mind.