Fallen Twice (Genaht, Open for others)

[Gilsin]

The nurses were shocked when they found the large boy in the stretcher. The large bloody mess that was his lips, the beating that was about his face. Bruised and beaten, all in all it wouldn't have been too unusual for the Gilsin family Doctor, had it not been for the chronological element.

It had only been three and a half weeks since Ein was beaten by the Watchers. A thunderous occasion that was and something that had certainly left him more beaten than on this occasion, but most of those wounds and bruises weren't fully healed. His body was starting to give out, it was simply too much stress for the body.

Shock was taking over, and the doctors were working hard to keep the boy from simply giving out. Even so, the lips weren't the top priority. They merely bandaged them to staunch the bleeding and by the time they had stabilized the boy, it was much too late. Even if they were able to do much to allow the lips to heal somewhat properly, the time for that had long since passed. There wasn't anything that really could be done now.

It would be almost a week and a half before Ein would awake. His parents would already been a witness to the horrid surgery that had been done. It was a greivous choice that had to make, almost torture in and of itself. But there were only two options to be had.

Let the tatters of the lips heal, unusable and frightening of themselves, something that could easily get infected. Or, have them removed completely.

Atleast with the second option, there was the chance for reconstructive surgery. Atleast more so according to the doctor, it would give him a clean canvas to work with, and something that was more manageable. Atleast there was still a chance to be somewhat normal.

The Genaht leader's eyes would open one late night, looking up at a dark ceiling. His mind hazy from drugs and long rest, his body weary and sore despite it all, it would only be when his mind fully came to that he would notice something odd. There was an odd feeling, a numbness in his jaw and face. Ein would try to speak, mostly to himself, mostly to verify.

What he got wasn't even the kind of talk one might get with their lips being numb. Atleast then, you could speak to a degree, ones lips still being able form some words. All Ein got was,

"Wa ishh shish...."

It would be then that his had would raise and find his lips gone. Removed with a line of bandage holding back the fresh wounds. His mind was a haze with what had caused this, but he did remember the Revelation member with his hooked finger and a splash of red.

It took all he had to keep from screaming out, to keep from thrashing and flailing. He was angered, shocked, and perhaps most of all sad. He knew the risks, he knew the consequences, but that didn't make the reality any less harsh at that moment. The cool air that could flow unobstructed into his mouth was perhaps more chill for the realization.

His muscled tensed and his body shook as he tried to refuse accepting it. His fists slamming down into the hospital mattress. His mind racing and at everyturn, something was wrong and horrid. Everything was so wrong....

It wasn't long before he would fall back into sleep. He would wake in the morning and one of the Nurses would notice this and find him the poor hospital food for breakfast, before hurrying off to the phones.

She would be calling Ein's Parents first, then all others that might have come in seeking to visit. He was finally awake, and certainly concious. Even capable of trying to speak.

Though the Nurse couldn't understand any of the half frightened and angry malformed words that Ein had tried to speak to her.

[Kyousuke]

"... Say that again." Kyousuke had to ask again, the answer not sounding right. He had seen Ein fight once or twice, knew he had enemies, even heard of the swastika from Ketsren. But hearing that Ein was in the hospital because his lips had been sewn shut and then the stitching torn out. Well, it wasn't exactly an 'oh by the way' moment that Ketsren made it out to be. If anything it was a 'I'm sorry, say that again, I had something crazy in my ear.' moment.

He had been planning on setting up a meeting with Ein, probably to take a swing at him with his walking stick if he could get a good idea of where he was standing, but now guilt mingled in with his anger. Unsure of himself, and what he should do when he arrived, he called up a taxi and took off to the hospital after Yumiko went to school. It was an odd thing to rely on smell to know when you were in a taxi. Aware of lingering vomit and smoke being a clear cut sign.

The ride already felt tedious, his mind rolling over inconsequential information, and the smell of the cab nauseous him. Included in these thoughts was the vague images of an Ein-like figure, lips torn and blood trailing lines down his chest. Luckily that's the worst he'd see. What? Everything needs an upside.

Kyousuke didn't take long to navigate through the halls of the hospital. But not on his own. A few minutes after standing in front of a receptionist one of his more frequent nurses came up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. She quickly explained his situation and found the room of Ein Gilsin for him and helped him to the room on the way to her assigned rounds. Kyousuke's hand was placed on the handle of Ein's door and was then left alone.

Kyousuke took a deep breath, attempted to even his emotions and thoughts level, and pushed open the door. He wore a collared white silk shirt and bleached beige slacks. If pressured he would still hide that Yumiko took his sizes and went out to change his wardrobe when he couldn't see what he put on. For all he knew he looked like a clown, but he was grateful at least the shirt was comfortable. "I hear I missed pain and disfigurement this time. Whats your plan for the next Genaht outing, date rape?" Well, so much for evening himself out. At least he didn't look like a clown.

[Gilsin]

"Nen arr nade to de hallen."

Ein would spit out to the best of of his ability. His eyes could still focus on Kyo's unseeing eyes. It was a regret to be sure, something that wasn't planned, but such tragedies never were. Still, that didn't stop his anger and frustration from rising. Worst of all, he could only hope that the the phrase he was trying to relay, Men are made to be fallen, would be correctly interpreted.

He supposed he was grateful for Kyo's lack of sight to a certain degree, it made the meeting somewhat more bearable. Ein had pulled up enough of a reflective material to see his own face, he was disgusted that one of his first thoughts was that such a look could be a benefit. Such a disfiguration was gorey, and yet the thought still hadn't left his mind.

"We all hav arr traashadiess."

The last words would be somewhat bitter, but perhaps it was merely because he wasn't able to give a solid answer to a man he held in a high reguard. It was a sad thing, but that was Ein's world at the moment.

[Kyousuke]

Kyousuke heard Ein's voice for the first time. The weight that had been hovering over his mind like a anvil, waiting to hear his voice, crashed squarely on his skull. You can't fake sounding like you have thick tears in your lips very well. Even if it was, he would believe it because it was Ein. He had earned that much from Kyousuke at the very least. But it made his words no more comforting.

He tried to direct his eyes down toward Ein until he realized how pointless such a thing was, and instead closed them. But not even behind his eyelids could he attempt to trick his own mind into thinking images were there. "This isn't the direction I wanted Ein." Kyousuke spoke simply as he moved forward, his movements still stiff from the last of the stitches being removed only a day or two before.

Kyousuke continued forward until his cane made a dull hollow noise and a metal ring. Refusing to ask for help he began to turn, jabbing his cane out low to find the leg of a chair. While frustration began to set in deeper at his inability to even find it in that manner he decided to continue before he sat. "I have Yumiko still. She depends on me. My grandfather won't admit it but he knows he won't live to see me graduate high school, let alone college."

The scratching sound of the chair being pushed along the floor by his cane. He moved toward it, made sure of where he was sitting, and dropped heavily into the uncomfortable chair. "How am I supposed to take care of her now? It will take me a half a year to learn how to read with my fingertips." Kyousuke laid his head against the back of the chair, his eyes staring upward unseeingly. "By then whatever my grandfather didn't piss away will be gone."

He intended fully to dominate the conversation, get out what he needed to, and then simply make up his mind on the spot. No amount of thinking through on his own seemed to help. He kept coming back to the fact that there was a loose end tickling at the back of his neck. "I watched you take on the Watchers. And I hate them Ein, I do. But I stared at the fight and realized it wasn't mine anymore. And I hate that just as much."

[Gilsin]

"Ouu hav a hamily tha karess, I hav onn tha phays."

Ein would growl loudly at himself, a fist raising and hammering against the mattress. He hated this by the second and his anger was getting to him. Ein was only truely ever angered by himself, by his failures and inabilities. There were many he had come to accept, but some simply gnawed at his patience.

New ones flung his usual calm to the wayside.

"Ouu arrr Ooowed. Ive ee hime...."

It wasn't long before the nurse would step in, checking on Ein and sighing slightly. Even though Kyo couldn't see, the middle aged woman could clearly see the trails of tears that fell down his face as well as the new ones that were forming. She didn't know that they were as much for the failure to his comrade as they were to his new deformity.

And yet, the nagging thought was getting hold. He could refuse the surgery yet, the other man had to live with Ein's decision. It was simple enough to follow through and let himself live with his own.

"Nicht Gee tann"

[Kyousuke]

Kyousuke had a very heavy difficulty understanding. He would break down the words slowly, not saying anything while Ein spoke or while someone came into the room. But the figure, nurse, person didn't leave and he was left with no choice but to talk with it there.

"My family only cares about what's left with their reputation. And now that I'm in America I may as well have been disowned."

He stood up slowly and placed his cane into the ground, leaning on it a bit as he turned his head toward the direction Ein had been speaking from.

"Ein, if you keep at this war between the Watchers and Revelation you need to remember something."

He looked for a moment longer, and then turned to walk out. Points for dramatic exit were about to be earned.

"It's a triangle war. If you want to win it, use your head. It's what Genaht was good at. Stop being provoked."