Boy with the Iron Voice

It's strange sometimes the essence of one's pride and where it goes. Takehiko had placed it and it did work providing him a voice. But there was one loose nail that prevented him from accepting it. Something he held within him as removed it from below his throat. His star resembling his uncle's with cold indifference. His hand closed on the device before a crunching sound could be heard. He put his hand above a waste bin letting pieces fall into it. This wasn't an easy choice as he stared down for a moment. Regarding the object's purpose and weighing it. But in the end, his pride as a Kuchiki would not allow it. No voice was better than his own, so in this regard, he would wait. Medical skills would someday allow him to fix his voice. That was a certainty at least within his mind. He'd not remain still and idle any longer nor would he waste further time. Takehiko had almost forgotten about his pride after so long. Being a doormat for so many beings was a rough place. He'd already made choices that were poor enough.

But soon the head servant girl did something that surprised him. She'd slapped him across the face as her eyes burned. Searing with anger perhaps over the device as he glanced down at it. She grabbed him by his chin forcing him to look at her. The dialogue began now with a rather front to his foolish and stupid nature. She'd called him everything but his name as this rambling went on. She had brought with her the family medical staff. Her eyes held fire and glare in them which meant state silent. The male was old and looked at his throat now before sighing a bit. Explaining to him he'd done some damage to his nerves talking. But nothing forever, the man's hand glowed a light green color. Touching his neck with it he felt changes in warmth within his neck. Something was connecting tissue as he remained fascinated even more. This was healing done by a skilled user of the art. His eyes were mystified and his head servant and a satisfied if the not smug look on her face.

She'd done her duty now as she pushed him into bed as the medical chief explained no talking for a big. His voice would experience changes once he did talk. But he would need to wait through the scar would remain. Takehiko's voice had been restored by the Kuchiki's medical talent. But the damages done being taken care of was small comfort. He had to acknowledge a blow to his pride as he laid in bed. He'd not repaired the injury his uncle dealt with him. There was just a sense of frustration in it truthfully. While he was grateful to have his vocal cords healed along with the damage done. Swallowing a bit he laid his head on the pillow. Wanting to scream in frustration as his cheek stung and so did his pride. Being taken care of yet and still unable to help people around him. This was so frustrating for him and so far away. The defeat was a sense of it and he'd not felt this since Jaeden. His eyes watered a bit in childish rage and sadness. But she was right and he knew it.

Had he remained in such a way, his voice would be gone forever. This was no way for him to act in truth. Resolve was what he needed at this moment. This grounding was a chance and he knew what he had to do. He called her in using a bell-like a device. He wrote down he wanted every medical journal they could find. He wanted to learn and develop medical based kido of his own someday. But for now, he'd pick up what was available to him. Learning book smarts was important to him as well. He waited before yawning a bit feeling tired from his emotional outburst to himself. Frustration didn't define it as he tried to fight the tiredness. But slowly he collapsed on his pillow before she returned. She had a warm smile pulling the blankets up on him and leaving the books by his side. All that she didn't do was kiss his cheek thankfully. As he didn't have the energy or strength to argue about that. He'd rather take a good rest now and rejuvenate himself on that. Takehiko would awake and study those books finding any trace he could of medical knowledge.