P A R A S Y T E [A Samurai's Story]

Masanori is a mess. He is covered in blood, most of which is not his own, as well as dust from the time that he went crashing through the roof of the building. On top of that is his height, and the katana at his hip.

And as soon as they walk inside of the building, the other patients that had been waiting their turn. . . they all scatter, and several leave.

“This doesn’t look much like a place for a doctor. . .” Masanori mutters to Yasu, who slaps him as a first response.

“Don’t be rude. He is a traveling doctor, so this is sort of his place at the moment. Or, at least that’s what the one guy we asked had told us. But, I guess he’s the only doctor currently in Kōbashī Village, seeing as the previous one had run out of business.” Yasu shrugs as she yanks on Masanori’s ear. “So be a good boy and don’t scare this guy away.”

“Me? Scary? HAH.” Masanori laughs.

But, he becomes silent as he blinks and looks around. All of the other patients had scurried away. . . leaving Yasu and Masanori the only ones in the waiting area of the building.

“Well at least we don’t have to wait now.” Yasu beams. She then clears her throat before shouting, “HEY DOC! WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR HOURS OUT HERE!”

“We just got here. . .” Masanori whispers, and once more earns a slap from Yasu.

"Ow. . . stop that." Masanori whines, rubbing his cheek.

Yashiro comes out after washing his hands he had a towel as steam rose from his hands..."hmm oh my apologies... i was about to pack up and leave but i'll see you...umm who is the patient" he says putting a shirt on.... as he walked into his office as he saw Yasu... and her large breast made him smirk so he decided to get away from her before he said something inappropriate....

"Whoever is the patient come into the room..." he says "Please don't be the girl... please don't be the girl...come on Yashiro... your not a pervert.. your a man of healing..now" he says reminiscing as he shuts his eyes and makes a fist trying to forget what he is remembering but he snaps out of it

Yasu sits in the waiting area while Masanori trails into the room. He takes in a quiet breath, and scratches the back of his head. “I guess I’m the patient.” He sighs. As Masanori says this, he gazes down at the shoulder injury. But, the holes were already beginning to close on their own.

“I guess you could just uh. . . wrap it up or something? I don’t know. Whatever would help the girl feel better. She’s paranoid about it.” Masanori says, biting the inside of his cheek. He wasn’t going to mention that it had come from a Parasyte victim.

But, if things didn’t hurry up, Masanori knew that his wounds would heal right before this man. And that’s the last thing Masanori needed.

“So yeah, could you hurry things up please? I’m ready for a very long rest.” Masanori chuckles. He truly is. It has been a long and eventful day. . .

Yashiro looks at his shoulder..."Ok can do" he says as he inspects the wound... and goes to get his supplies to wrap it up only about two minutes have passed as he goes to wrap it up but the wound had healed.... "What the hell... your.. your.. infected only they can heal from such wounds so fast" he says

Masanori laughs, waving his hands in front of his face. “Infected. WHAT? No! If I was infected I would have crazy eyes, and I don’t.” He opens his eyes, revealing each calming auburn orb. They were perfectly normal, though the sunken drowsiness is revealed through them. . .

“AND wouldn’t I be insane and not talking to you as I am? I would most likely have destroyed this village by now if anything.” Masanori arches a brow. “I assure you, I am not infected. It’ just that. . . I am quick at recovering. . .”

"That wound was much worse.. no fast healer could heal perfectly within a minute... i believe your infected so i must inform your partner.. about my suspicions" he says turning around and getting ready to go to the waiting room to inform Yasu

Masanori gasps as he reaches out and grabs Yashiro’s arm and yanks him back. He then uses his free hand to cup it over Yashiro’s mouth. He was quick to take note of Yashiro’s increased body heat. Yet, the thought was quick to evade him as his focus returns to Yasu. Brows knitting together, Masanori says, “Do not say a word of this to my friend. She can never know. Just cover that shoulder, and my friend and I shall get going. I will even have her pay you as much as you’d like."

Masanori lets Yashiro go, and he takes a step back to look at him in a pleading manner, "Just please don’t tell her.”

Yashiro flexes pushing Masanori off.. his shirt burning off... he looks back at Masanori with a unusual glare but his expression is different... "That.. that which lies dormant inside you i have seen it ... i have seen it turn thieves into viscious killers willing to kill even their best friends... willing to kill family members" he says...."I became a traveling doctor to ease the pain of the many... mainly those who have been devastated by the infected... even kill the ones i come across" he says grinding his teeth

"You seem different maybe the parasyte inside you has not taken a hold of you but where are you going why are you traveling" he asked

Masanori stands, completely calm and relaxed. He breathes in through his teeth, and out through his nose. His eyes shut once more, Masanori replies, “I am different. Very much so. . . though I hope Yasu, or anyone for that matter, will ever have to see me use Parasyte. . .” He pauses for a moment before continuing. That was one thing, Masanori uses Parasyte, it does not use him. And he is the only infected shown to have this ability.

He then continues, “My friend, Yasu and I, we are traveling together. . . in hopes of ridding this world of the infected. It was her idea. Ironic, huh?” He lightly chuckles. “Seeing as I, myself, am one of them.” He shakes his head. “Yet I am not. I am capable of shutting it on and off, I guess you could say.”

With a subtle sigh, Masanori adds whilst shrugging, “So I guess we’re just going wherever we go. Or, wherever Yasu wants to go. . . seeing as she has dubbed herself the leader.” He snickers.

Yashiro looks at him... "Yea you use it for now.. but there will come a day when it takes you... you can't borrow power from the devil without it slowly taking pieces of you... i will travel with you and promise to keep it in check and stop you from killing anyone or this Yasu girl..." he says packing up his things

"Just do me one favor protect me from this Yasu girl.. i have the unlucky ability of being at the right place at the wrong time... and well you'll see eventually... just keep her covered up and i hope there is no one...umm as developed in your ensemble" he says as he grabs his weapon

“You want to join? Well. . . I suppose it’d be nice to have a doctor right on hand. . .” He ponders, rubbing his chin. “And I guess you never know when things could go horribly wrong. Though, I doubt they will!” He then thinks about everything that has happened today and heavily sighs before slouching forward. “Who am I kidding? Bad luck is more or less my best friend.”

Masanori then stands straight and holds his hand out for Yashiro to shake. “I am Tsukino Masanori. My friend, and the only other person with me, is Yasu Kiken. Welcome to the group!”

Yashiro shakes his hand... "Im Yashiro Ryusai...i haven't always been a doctor but you can call me Shiro for short... but don't call me Ryusai...because i have.....(he falls asleep)..." but he continues to pack his things and walk outs the room... soon he is in front of Yasu thinking its the door due to his mugen he memorized how many steps to the door but she was right next to it and Mugen isn't perfect...he reaches out and grabs her chest...fondling her breast

Yasu’s face explodes red as her eyes widen to twice their size. Her hair stands on end, just as a cat’s would. Her hand balls into a tight fist, and she slingshots her arm forward, and punches him square in the nose. "DISGUSTING PIG!"

As Masanori steps out of the backroom, he watches as Yashiro is sent crashing through the wall beside him. He then looks to see Yasu marching angrily out of the building.

“I see what you were talking about my friend.” Masanori nods to Yashiro before he follows Yasu, and the two begin their way towards the inn.

Yashiro gets up and walks behind them... "my apologies... i have narcolepsy meaning i fall asleep at random moments... i learned mugen to counteract that but its not perfect... i thought your ummm breast was the door knob" he says rubbing his head....

"im yashiro ryusai.. and i'll be traveling with you" he says apologetic

Yasu doesn’t respond, and continues to glare straight ahead. Masanori chuckles as they arrive at the inn, and go up to their room. But, sitting outside the door, are the women still. They had fallen asleep, but somehow woke up as soon as Masanori steps up to them.

“You’re back~” They all squeal in unison.

“Please. Go away.” Masanori wails.

“So this is what you were talking about?” Yasu asks Masanori as she arches a brow. He nods, frowning and cowering behind her.

Yasu steps up to the women, her hands on her waist. “I swear, you lay a finger on that man right there and you are all going to be ripped a new one!” She points at each and every one of the women.

Their eyes widen, and they are quick to run away and into another room. A glee-filled laugh can be heard from that room as well as someone saying “Ladiiiiiies~”

Masanori grasps Yasu in a tight hug. “Oh thank you!”

“Saved your ass again!” Yasu snorts as she walks into the room. “Now, let’s get some sleep. AND YOU!” She points at Yashiro. “STAY AWAY FROM ME OR ELSE!”

Then, Yasu rolls out a floor mat and lays down on it. She then curls up under a blanket, and is instantly asleep.

“I guess I could lay in the middle?” Masanori suggests, looking at Yashiro in question.

Yashiro sighs... "I didn't mean to... but don't worry i will get my own room...just come when you are leaving" he says walking to the front desk...
"I would like a room please...hmm does being a doctor get me a discount" he asked

The innkeeper looked at him... "your a little young to be a doctor.. and fit... full price" he says
Yashiro sighs again.. "But i am one" he says.....as he pays for his room

A woman notices him... and see's Masanori...Shiro turns but he could have swore he saw someone watching him....but he ignores this feeling as he goes up to his room

The sun makes its way into the room, and strikes Masanori in the face. He groans, opening his eyes to squint. He sits up, stretches, and then yawns. His chocolate brown hair cascades down his shoulders and back, due to it not being tied into a pony tail. With a grunt, he gets to his feet, and once more stretches and yawns.

Yasu lethargically wakes up after he does, and feels something. . . surrounding her. When she fully opens her eyes and her vision is at its peak, Yasu sees that cats have formed a wall around her. They are all curled up, purring in their sleep.

Masanori feels Yasu’s sudden surprise, and looks to see what’s wrong. When he does, he cups a hand over his mouth to contain his laughter. But, it fails as Masanori is soon enough on the floor laughing loudly.

This laughter easily wakes up everyone else in the inn.


. . .Including her. . . the woman whose fish was eaten by Masanori. . . and the woman who was aware of him being here.

And she is set on getting her revenge.

Yashiro was up training he struck a board with his fingers leaving flaming holes....
"Ahhh...some day lil brother....I can't do it alone...but something tells me Masanori can" he says as he takes in the sunlight almost as if he's absorbing the heat

The keeper of the inn marches his way into the room, and waves his fists in the air as he shouts, “What is all of this raucous!?” His eyes then rests on the cats that consume a majority of Yasu, and he falls silent. Then, his fists are flying in the air once more as he screams, “AND WHY ARE THERE ANIMALS!?”

Masanori, unable to stop himself, decides that it’d be best to leave the room. This was his pay back for when Yasu had left him with the fish woman.

Still laughing, but finally starting to catch his breath, Masanori stands outside of the inn, doubled over and practically crying. But, he was still in his “sleep attire” – which consists of no shirt, and only bottoms, as well as his hair still down instead of pulled back.

Yashiro is relaxing shirtless... meditating remembering his past... he falls into a trance... and connects his bo staff and begins practicing his kata....

Masanori, having regained his composure, starts making his way back into the inn. He stops though, feeling someone’s stare resting on his back. No. It was a glare. Shaking it off, Masanori walks into the room, and sees Yasu all dressed and ready to go.

“Thanks for leaving me with that old man alone. He chewed my ass because of all of those cats.” Yasu snorts as she finishes pulling her hair back.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Masanori holds his hands up in surrender.

He then starts to get ready, and looks at Yasu before he ends up pulling his pants down.

“Some privacy, please?” He arches a brow.

“Fine. Treating me like I’m some little girl. . .” Yasu mumbles as she leaves the room, and then goes to search for Yashiro to inform him that they’ll be leaving.

As Yasu walks outside, someone passes by her. A woman, taller than Yasu is. . . but the thing that stands out the most is her huge chest. Something that Yasu hisses under her breath about. But, the woman walks passed Yasu, and she could have sworn that she had seen her before. Shrugging it off, Yasu manages to find Yashiro.

"Hey. We're leaving as soon as Masanori is done getting ready." She informs him. Yasu is still clearly upset about last night, when he had groped her.



Masanori had finished getting dressed, and starts to tie his hair back when he hears the door open. He takes in a quiet breath before turning, expecting to see Yasu. But, instead, it's someone all too familiar. The woman from yesterday in the forest. . . the one whose fish he and Yasu had eaten. And the one he had knocked uconscious. Forcing a smile, Masanori waves at her.

She steps further inside of the room and closes the door behind her, whilst unsheathing her blade. "You're so dead." She tells him.

“I enjoy living!” Masanori screams as she swings her blade swiftly and rapidly, Masanori stepping back to avoid each one. . . until his back hits the wall. He holds his hands up and screeches as she goes to stab him in the stomach. Masanori takes in a deep breath before slamming his back against the wall – causing the portion to fall over.

Masanori goes with the wall, and as it hits the ground, Masanori lands on his feet. It had only been one story up, and he looks to see the woman scowling down at him. She jumps, and tries to swipe down at Masanori. But, he flicks the portion of the wall that rests on the ground up with his foot, and it smacks the woman - giving Masanori more time to rush away and down the village street.

She growls as she shoves the wall aside and rubs her face, and then dashes forward.

“It was just fish!” Masanori wails as she starts to chase him. Citizens are quick to move out of the way of the two, especially seeing as the woman is holding a katana.

“MY FISH THAT YOU CARELESSLY AND THOUGHTLESSLY ATE!” She retorts, her voice a powerful roar as her eyes flared with hatred.

“If I apologize will you stop this nonsense?” Masanori calls back to her.

“Not until your dead.” The woman firmly replies.

Masanori squeals as he looks ahead, seeing a man walking with a large cart of watermelons. The fruit is stacked high, yet unstably. And Masanori does what he first thinks to do. He bounds up and into the air, and lands on the top watermelon.

“HEY! GET DOWN FROM THERE!” The man shouts up at Masanori as he comes to a stop.

“I am extremely sorry about this sir,” Masanori is quick to apologize before he flips off the cart. But, as he does so, he extends a leg to kick one of the watermelons.

The woman stands beside the man who had been carrying the cart, and their eyes widen to twice their size as the watermelons all come crashing down on top of them, a wave of pure green.

And as this happens, Masanori is on the opposite side of the mess. . . sprinting away.

Yashiro puts his vest on.... "Really ok... im ready" he says putting his backpack on with all his supplies... it looks quite heavy but its not too heavy in fact pretty light for Yashiro... "lead the way" he says

As Yasu opens up the door to the room, she freezes. It was a mess. There were slash marks from what appeared to be a blade covering the walls and floors. But, the worst part is the section of wall that is missing.

And absolutely no sign of Masanori being present.

“THAT. . . THAT. . .” Yasu’s hands form fists as she trembles with rage. She then roars, “BAKA!”



Masanori sneaks into a building, and looks to see several people within. He sniffs the air and gags. But before he can walk outside, he looks through the cloth that hangs down from the doorway, to see the woman just outside, looking around.

Gasping, Masanori goes to join a group of men in the corner of the building.

One of the men look at Masanori and laugh, and the others join in, including Masanori. They’re drunk, clearly. And one of them hands Masanori the small cup. He already feels sick, and cups his hand over his mouth.

“SAKE ON THE HOUSE FOR OUR TROUBLED FRIEND!” A man shouts.

“Thanks.” Masanori scratches the back of his head. He glances over at the door. She’s still out there.

“DRINK!” The men all shout in unison, throwing their arms into the air.

Heavily sighing, Masanori takes the cup, and drinks.

"Relax... isn't he a master samurai im sure he's fine... if anything we can track him.. there's a easy trail of mess and destruction to follow.. i wasn't always a doctor Yasu.. you gotta keep a clear head" he says as he jumps out the hole in the room....

Yashiro dashes forward following the debris... looking behind to make sure Yasu is keeping up. He is careful as he keeps his eyes open clearly Masanori is in some conflict... he remembers when he was 14 when he first working for Diamiyo Shogun. Yashiro smirks..."and i thought that i was good... but he can tell by the trail no blood was spilt so therefore Masanori got away unharmed at least.

"YASU STOP!!!!" he calls out surprised that she kept up ... actually she seemed as if she was about to pass him... but he see's a ripped piece of a persons robe who is trailing Masanori..."hmm have you seen this pattern before.. the least we could do is identify who is pursuer(s) are or is" he says

Yasu looks at it, and rubs her chin. She arches a brow, and then snaps her fingers. "YEAH!” She points a finger at the piece of cloth, “It was this woman. . . we ate her fish.” She holds her hands up. “I swear, Masanori started it! Once he’s hungry, he’s hungry and there is no stopping him.”

“But she must have found us somehow. . . because I mean she was really set on killing him.” Yasu shrugs, and then tilts her head slightly. “OH! Yeah. . . I guess I did pass by her, when I left the inn. She walked in. And ah. . . explains everything.”



Masanori is laughing like crazy, slamming his fist against the table, causing his five empty cups to leap up and then roll away.

“A-and get this! The fish. . . it was. . . ON A STICK!” He erupts into laughter once more, as does everyone else in the building. Two of the men topple over, and one passes out.

“Tell em about the one with that scary man!” One guy at Masanori’s table, the one who had started it all by giving Masanori the cup, shouts.

“Well here I was. . . minding my own business. . . when a man with an axe tries. . . he. . .” Masanori chuckles, and then blurts out, “TRIES TO BEHEAD ME!”

“HE SAID BEHEAD!” Someone screeches with laughter.

And once more, the building is filled with laughter.

"Well seems like along the way he must have lost her...since her footprints went that way ..and Masanori's... clogs went that way... jesus i don't know why wandering samurai's wear those" he says

They walk and hear people laughing ... it was drunken laughter.... the fish comment was heard..."Wait... didn't you say that he ate some woman's fish...." he says to Yasu.... so Yashiro walks to the group of drunkards ...he grabs Masanori by the collar...."Yasu...he is clearly druuu....." he begins to say as he falls asleep and his face drops into Yasu's chest...

Masanori laughs as he sees this, and he points, “Look~ At least he had some pillows.” He snickers, swaying slightly.

Yasu snarls as she shoves Yashiro away, and then slaps Masanori. The men are all laughing once more, and Yasu storms out of the building. But, as soon as she steps out, the woman walks around the corner and spots her. She holds her blade out, and points it at Yasu.

“YOU. Where is that man!?” The woman hisses between her teeth.

As if on cue, Masanori comes staggering out of the building, chuckling. In a very dragged out motion, he waves his arms in the air, “Woooo. More pillows!” He gives a slurred cheer.

Yashiro stumbles in front of Masanori... still sleeping...seems like Yasu didn't hit him hard enough but he keeps walking till he is in front of the woman and hugs her... he is dreaming of his past love that he lost.. and hugs her tightly his body warming hers

“Wh-what the hell!? What is wrong with these men!?” The woman screeches, shoving Yashiro aside and over to Masanori.

“Don’t worry friend. I-I’ll. . .” Masanori almost topples over, and pulls Yashiro into a hug. “I’ll give ya a hug.”

“Now you see what I have to deal with.” Yasu snorts, as she unsheathes her twin blades.

“You are not the one I want to kill.” The woman remarks, her eyes narrowing.

Yasu chuckles. “Yeah, the one you want to kill is my friend. But I’m not going to allow that.”

“So many friends. I love you guys SO much.” Masanori grins as he continues to hug Yashiro.

“Put a sock in it.” Yasu snarls at Masanori.

The woman goes to attack Yasu, but fakes it and goes to strike Masanori. Masanori laughs as he lets go of Yashiro and then lazily steps out of the blade’s way. “Loook. You missed me!”