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In the span of two years he had come and gone between Rakuzan District and his university, summers and breaks at home whilst returning on occasion to ensure he could attend the majority of his lectures and submit the appropriate work. Enough to rush him off his feet, enough to blind him to most of the story behind his family - that is, the many uncles and aunts who didn't particularly resemble him or his immediate family. Well- It was just the way he had been raised, a tight knit community. He'd never considered it a faction. Never had a reason to consider it in that way until he had been dabbling with the 'my first chemistry' set he'd found dusty and stowed beneath his bed within the box, added bleach and a few other household products when he had gotten bored of the basic sulfuric acid and limestone, and other pithy little entertainments that would otherwise have kept the appropriate age group entertained for no doubt hours.

Of course, doing that sort of thing in a room where the windows and doors were closed, with no ventilation wasn't particularly a wise idea. He'd not noticed the fumes at first. Eyes streaming, breathing quick and wheezy. He'd only really noticed when he'd straightened to blink away his watering eyes and realised that for a moment he couldn't breath. Brows had knit, hand gathering at his throat for a second as his lungs struggled. Panic fleeting but no less profound as he took the chemicals and tipped them down the toilet of the bathroom down the hall; flushing them.

He felt nauseous. He'd ignored it for a while, but when his dinner had come up just as quickly as it had gone down his parents had umm'd and ahh'd about taking him to the hospital. He found it weird they mentioned that he 'didn't have a tattoo so could probably go' but then said something about it being too risky anyway and referring to a clinic.

Well honestly he didn't care. Right now he just wanted to be able to breath without his breath rattling in his chest so when he was dropped off by his mother who then mentioned she wanted to go to a shop across the way and to talk to a lady called Wenhe Xaio-Dan he had rather bemusedly gone along with it all.

Or would have except there was nobody at the desk inside of it. It was... Okay? Well, he'd never seen a small clinic before. Didn't even know how to spell holistic let alone what it meant. It came to mind as more of a vetinarians' place then anything else as he patted his hand on the side contemplatively before yelling, or rather trying to without success before dipping into an involuntary coughing fit as his hand curled against the surface. Fuck. He'd been made to gargle and swallow water before they left in an effort to help clear his throat at least but-- "H- hello is anyone um..." How awkward, he reflected as he peered at the floor through thick lashes.

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