Every Place is the Wrong place[Narrative/Finished]

[Mishiranu Arashi]

Arashi fell into the living room of his condo in the sixth, his body shaking fiercely from the overuse of his magic and the exhausted and damaged state his body was in. His eyes were red due to the damaged blood vessels in his eyes. His skin was healed...in it's disfigured, but underneath there was more serious damage. His berserk rampage had left him with torn organs and ripped ligaments. Arashi's pain was horrible and he gasped, clutching his stomach where he'd gutted himself. The fallen youth was in such a state that he realized the dangers of his actions now. His vision was red, his body was numbed by pain in a way that even his senses seemed to hurt. He took a deep breathe and yelped when the action proved that he'd somehow managed to cut his ribs a good bit as well.

I hope you learned your lesson.

Ranmyaku sounded worried even as she told him off, her words struck him deep. He had been reckless and allowed his desperation to lead him astray. He felt the chaos in his blood rushing along and the sting of his own limitations. Ranmyaku used her own magic to cut through his flesh and extract herself from his arm. Arashi winced from the overly painful method she used to leave his body and looked up to her annoyed.

Was that at all necessary? I could have cut you out.

I doubt you could so much as lift your arms right now.

Ranmyaku formed herself into another of her deceptively sweet bodies in front of Arashi and looked at him with an almost convincingly innocent face.

Get Yancha.. he should be in that room.

Ranmyaku reached out and lifted Arashi, with strength that didn't match her appearance she carried him to the door that stood next to the door leading to the basement. The door opened to a white room with strange runes scribed across the surfaces that glowed in an odd way as the couple entered. Ranmyaku lay the injured Arashi on the table and looked around for the owner of the room.

"Hey.. Yancha ya here?"

[Kawairashii Yancha]

Yancha turned from his study of Arashi's unique flesh and blood samples to see a new guest and the cute little Ranmyaku. Yancha felt a mild irritation that she wouldn't allow him to check her out. He sighed and turned back to his research, he really didn't care to tend to any mythical cadavers right now. The sprite was interesting because she was embodied in Arashi's blood and he suspected that they had different DNA makeups and such even though they existed as one. though, the extent of his research was limited to the stray samples of Arashi's magically enhanced flesh. As he pulled strands of magic from the skin through the water running along the surface he spoke to Ranmyaku.

"I'm happy you care about my work but I'm not in the mood to look at such an ugly thing right now," his normally condescending voice traveled on the waves of light white mist on the floor.

"Well I'm sure you're a bit sour over the stolen soul thing but shouldn't you be nicer to your master?"

Yancha turned swiftly and gawked at the motionless body on his operating table. The soft pulse of white mist reacting to the chaos radiating from the creature. Yancha waved his hand over a vial on his workstation desk and without any shown effort pulled from it a ball of clear fluid that hovered over his palm. He looked at the thing on his table through the orb and the chaos magic coating his every fiber glimmered in the water lens. The signature pulse of chaos that Yancha saw in Arashi's blood and flesh proved the identity of the broken warrior. Yancha jumped from his chair and closed the distance from himself and Arashi in seconds, his white lab coat sweeping the mist and starting little tornadoes as he passed.

"What is this?" He asked in a tone of astonishment.

"It seems to be an exoskeleton made of chaos. His magic poured out and reacted with his blood and flesh as his wounds tried to heal and the result was this," Ranmyaku evaluated the scene before them as they stared at the now sleeping Arashi.

"You say it as if he didn't intend to do this... well how could he have..it's so..." Yancha seemed to lose himself between awe and disgust.

"I think his instincts fueled the need to heal and also the desire to shield himself. So.. this is the combination of a shield and accelerated healing.. but not a good one since he doesn't know how he did it. He can't fix it himself either."

After her last statement it became apparent that she wanted Yancha to fix Arashi. Yancha himself glanced over the body and knew the only way that this could be done. The armored shell had to be removed, Yancha only hoped it wouldn't be too dangerous.

"Then let us begin."

[Mishiranu Arashi]

Arashi remained in a dreamy trance for hours as Yancha worked over his changed body. Arashi was battered in odd ways and Yancha had trouble extracting the violent armor. The doctor used a knife first, attempting to cut it away only to be attack by the armor on Arashi's arm.

***

Yancha swiftly took the flask of water he kept at he side and removed the magical energy from the hardened blood, which sent the armor in a wrathful frenzy he would have died in if not for Ranmyaku. The armor sent whips of flesh charged with deathly chaos toward the doctor, and the room's enchantments along with Ranmyaku's own chaos wrestled the protective suit down.

"It's protecting him? Is it his spell he cast or his blood itself doing it?" Yancha was startled by the ferocious shell and stared at Ranmyaku as she returned to a more feminine state then was needed to fight back the chaos.

"His magic has always protected him without his knowledge, which is why he survived long enough for you to reseal me into his body. Though, now it's more or less a shield made with raw feeling.. As if Arashi's need to be protected was imprinted in the armor as a need to protect," Ranmyaku spoke as she carried multiple bottles and flasks of clear to murky blackish fluids to Yancha's side, setting them around him on the floor. "This is gonna take a more graceful approach. I'll stand guard."

***

After that incadent the operation went more easily as Yancha danced around the table. The doctor pulled fluids from different bottles, sometimes controling two or more in a hand with different fingers as he danced along through the liter of open bottles. He used a flask of water that he'd enchanted to absorb enemy energies to dispose of the deepest layer of the armor. The fleshy shell apparently did not notice as long as the amount of vanished blood was not large. After he cut free the lowest layer he replaced it with a thick fluid used to heal flesh wounds in order to replant the skin that had been lost over the youth's muscles.

The maticulous dance eventually ended and Ranmyaku reverted to her most base form of the bloody demon and absorbed the now loose blood armor. After returning to the partially feline female companion she was normally found as she burbed.

"Excuse me," she said with a blush and embarrased bow of her head.

[Kawairashii Yancha]

The fear Yancha felt about his once loving brother seemed to know no bounds as even his flesh aimed to make the good doctor suffer. Yancha had no real hard feeling toward Arashi when it had been explained and Yancha was made aware of how rarely Djinni allowed there contrators soul to remain. Although it was still a frightening thought it had limitless posibilities. He was not his souls owner but he remained in control of himself.

"Now we start on his internal injuries," said the doctor, apparently pleased to be done with the dangerous armor.

Yancha looked over Arashi skinless body and winced.
The wounds inflicted were deep, some of it was likely the fault of his armor. The clear fluid that glowed lightly in a blue haze covered all of the open and skinless expanse of Arashi and acted as a windor to the fallen's wounds. It magnified the areas in need of attention when Yanha mutteredb the words to his new enchantment on the fluid.

"How wild did it get, much of what I see still ailing him is self inflicted by hand and by magic. And I take it these deep burns and odd such are the effect of enemies?" Yancha examined the angel and found himself at a loss...
"His wings....where are his wings?"

"They exploded when he submitted to his magic, as if he'd lost them to his lillite genes. I thnk it was an effect of his mindset at the moment though, they'll come back I think," the hopeful voice of Ranmyaku wasn't so assuring. It was made apparent that she was no better at telling how Arashi operated then Yancha.

Yancha fixed the smaller things, the magical scars and such deep in Arashi's muscle structure. Though, he ran into two issues that caused him worry. The hole that was made by the blade as it was charged by Arashi's power had ot healed normally but instead he was healed as his skin was. The result was a core of flesh very much in tune with Arashi's chaos. The tumor was abviosly not gonna be removed easily and Yancha shivered at the thought of what the thing was. The second oddity was that the blade he was weilding was embeded in his arm along his forearms. On each bone of each arm there was a wickedly sharp blade of medal wrapped in the tangy iron of Arashi's blood.

"I hope his chaoss never again takes over him... there is no way to tell how he'll be altared next it happens," Yancha murmered in a profetic terror that Ranmyaku nodded to in agreement.

The blades were attached to the twin bones of each forearm by a strange joint and extra muscle built by the chaotic fleshy armor. The core that replaced Arashi's stomach and an expanse of intestine beat with Arashi's heart. Yancha tested the effect his touch would have on it but was not attacked. He was either no threat or simply not being threatening. It would be covered by the muscle and skin when they returned, but what it functioned as was unknown to the curious doctor. Yancha used a bit of the fluid he used for cuttng the rest of the flesh away and cut out a piece of the beating tumor as a sample. The thing instantly seeped copious amounts of blood that spilled over, and healed it along with replaced the muscle and skin again.

"Oh my," exclaimed Yancha.

"I see..." murmured Ranmyaku