He'd sent on ahead a special noble message to them requesting access to a prisoner. Takehiko doubted it would be an issue though he didn't know what he could do. On his way to the realm of the living again. His scarf carefully tied around his neck hiding his mouth. He'd begun doing this as he walked towards the prison of Karakura. This was the moment of truth for him as he began to walk closer. Bringing out his letter of introduction he'd written for them. To tell the guards who he was and his business here. He'd come to see the prisoner for reasons of Kuchiki interests. Was this a lie in some sense of it? Yes, but it was a lie based on the truth of his own interests. Takehiko refrained from using the noble blood excuse. But this moment required drastic measures for him. He wanted to learn kido and improve himself vastly. As the guards looked at one another for a moment, they let him through the gate. But trading glances at his scarf as one caught a glance at it. His scar blew up a bit from a sudden gust of wind. Showing a massive scar on his neck that looked grotesque enough to make one of them bring a hand to their mouth.
They now know why he didn't speak as he entered into the prison's world. Walking past cells and other containments. Takehiko's eyes brimmed with hope at the very least. He summoned courage as he sat down in front of a certain cell. He'd arrived at the location in question. With his courage almost but spent for this moment. She had no reason to help him as he spoke now. This was going to hurt and cause him pain. Takehiko knew he couldn't speak through cards. His first words since the injury coming from his shredded vocal cords. "I...am....sorry....if....my voice...displeases you."
It wasn't human sounding almost like guttural whispers or breathes. Takehiko's throat hurt and he could taste blood in his mouth from it. Speaking wasn't easy for him as he breathed softly feeling the warm trickle of blood. "I've....come....to...ask....you....to ...teach....me.....kido."
He said his eyes showing a fire as pain burned in his throat yet.
Takehiko had to manage one more sentence if it cost him speaking forever that was fine. He wanted her to know why he'd gone to these extreme measures. To know why he came to her since a lack of kido experts were available to him. He just wished her to know it. She could turn him away at the end of it if she so chose. But this was likely to be his last words in a manner of speaking. Takehiko's neck had been treated and speaking came hard. So he generally didn't do at present for risk of further injury. But this was important to him more than learning Hoho. That was a means to save lives quickly and get to them. "I...wish...to save...lives...with....healing...kido.."
He finished a sickening feeling in his stomach. As he breathed softly a small bead of sweat dripping down his brow. He didn't know where to start on this end. If she turned him down in the end.
He could do nothing for it but plead with her to help him save lives. But maybe she didn't care about medicine or healing people. What did he do if that was the case, did he return to his uncle? Ask him for help in learning how to use kido for saving lives? His options were her or else it didn't look pretty for him.