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Not-so Early Morning Phone Call; Daisuke's still not feeling so good.
Topic Started: Apr 10 2008, 09:34 PM (50 Views)
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As we begin, it is extremely difficult to tell whether we have faded in or not; as anything that would normally be visible is not, due to the darkness. Seconds pass, and the Constant Viewer would be forgiven for thinking that actually nothing is happening, until the nothingness before the Constant Viewer is audibly shattered by...

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It has a slightly electronic quality, suggesting that despite it sounding like the ringing of a traditional telephone, that it isn't. In truth, it comes from a mobile phone, so really it doesn't matter. It does have the curious effect of bringing a face, illuminated by a ray of light shining across the scene - which, having nothing to shine on, was previously un-noticable - jarring up to meet the Constant Viewer

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The face, filled with murderous intent, is not the only thing to grab the attention, nor is the flick of long, straight [if a little slept on,] black hair as the person sits up straight. By now, Daisuke 'The Crow' Tanaka is well and truly awake, and has his arms crossed in front of him in a seated fighting pose, with the dull glint of the blade of a knife protruding from the bottom of his right hand. The final thing worth mentioning is the fact that his torso is still heavily bandaged up.

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The loud ringing masks the volume of what looks like a huge, body wracking cough from Daisuke, and having decided that his life is not in danger, he lies back, puts the knife away and gets his phone in his hand, before sitting up and wincing at the brightness of the light shining on his face.

Daisuke: [What?]

Looking out at the source of the only illumination in the room, presumably a window, Daisuke snaps at the phone in Japanese. From the chatter at the other end, not much is audible, but it doesn't sound like a particularly English pattern of speech.

Daisuke: [Yes, I was asleep; something which I have been doing precious little of recently. And you are not helping.]

From the other end comes the sound of someone trying to sound apologetic and completely failing. Daisuke is suitably cutting in his response.

Daisuke: [Well thank you for your concern. No, the damn-fool American doctors have no idea. Dr. Takemura* will be flying out soon enough, but apparently Daishiro has him doing something of "National Importance" and could not possibly let him out of the country until preliminary tests are complete.]

Holding his free hand up to his mouth, Daisuke coughs lightly.

Daisuke: [I know that. Thankfully, it is only the Ninja, so even with stomach cramps, a weak knee, and lungs that feel like they have been coated in acid, I should still be in good enough shape to pull out a victory.]

Now the person he's talking to seems to be concerned. Either that or he can fake it better.

Daisuke: [It could be anything: Food poisoning; the sixth different pain-killing medication I have been on in as many countries; a unforseen complication of the surgery; a side effect of the beating I took in Manchester; an illness I picked up in that disgusting country; anything.]

He shrugs as he listens to the reply he gets.

Daisuke: [That practically eliminates the surgery; but there is a problem with it. The question is whether the gland it is just a strange symptom of something else or the root of the problem... I hope Daishiro lets Takemura-sensei come soon.]

Was that offer of help that could be heard from the other end of the line? It could possibly be, and Daisuke seems to appreciate it.

Daisuke: [No need for that. The bastard will let him go when he is ready. If anything, he would find Takemura extra work, just to spite me. I know I would do the same for him.]

He pulls the phone away from his ear, expecting a rant, but doesn't get it. Instead, he gets a polite enough question.

Daisuke: [Perhaps. I will give you a call back, depending on how my training goes for the rest of this week. I doubt I will need too much help in the execution of it, but as we both know, preparation is key, and I think that our "Ninjutsu" practising friend might appreciate a lesson. Besides, it has been far too long since we last had an elaborate scheme for this kind of thing.]

He chuckles as he listens to what comes next.

Daisuke: [That was cunning alright, but it lacked complexity. It was enough to fool the referee and the opponents, but anyone watching with half a brain could see through it.]

A cough can't be held back any longer, but he stops it before it degenerates into a fully fledged 'fit.'

Daisuke: [Oh yes, it worked perfectly. We could not have done it better. The fact however, remains that he does have some ninja sense, and would twig to such a simple plan. We still have a few days. I shall speak to you soon. I might have to send someone out for flu medication.]

His small laugh breaks down into a few more spluttering coughs.

Daisuke: [Terribly vulgar, is it not? Still, I have to do something about it, just as I have to think of something for this Ninja. We shall make up for it with a scheme of such elegance that he will not even realise that he has fallen into a trap until long after it has been sprung. I will speak to you tomorrow sometime.]

With a smile, he presses the "end call button." The smile lasts less than a millisecond before another fit of coughs sends his chest shuddering and brings his hand over his face. We fade away wondering what the liquid escaping his fingers might be. Bile? Phlegm? Unvapourised Poison Mist? Blood?

[size0]* Dr. Hiroshi Takemura The rather deranged man who put the idea of the Mist Gland into surgical practise in the throats of Daisuke, Keita, Mr. Blond, Momoko Wakari, and anyone else who gets a mist gland through Daisuke. The man himself is an anorexic, gibbering wreck with a warped mind, a precise scalpel and steel rimmed glasses, that legend has it hide the eyes of a spider. Legend has it that either Daisuke or his father funded his PhD, and upon reading it, promptly sealed his thesis. He still works for the 'real' Tanaka Zaibatsu,** but no-one knows exactly what he does. It's generally held that he does some sort of research which the family don't want the world at large to know about.

** The name of the Tanaka family business is also the Tanaka Zaibatsu, and shouldn't be confused with the former wrestling stable; the name of which Daisuke chose purely to piss his father off. Despite a number of shady rumours surrounding the family, it is a legal operation. At the very least, government sanctioned in the case of Dr. Takemura.

*** No, he's not really talking to his mother.
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