Heiji had been awake all night, sitting on his bed, staring at the floor--like he had for most of the day. Unmoving, unblinking, eyes narrowed.
Shinichi and Kaito were both gone, gone the same day even. They'd either given in or been taken by Landel or that monster, and now he was on his own. And the only thing that kept rolling around in his head was: 'I never told them why.'
He'd never admit to anyone that when he'd first found out, he'd cried and beat the walls and torn his sheet in half. The rest of the staff was probably too busy with whatever hell was going on outside of his room, so no one came. And he hoped no one would, because he couldn't promise he wouldn't knock the jaw off of whatever thing came through his door next. But this morning, the initial screaming rage had worn off, and now he was just simmering. Waiting for an excuse to boil over. He almost got it when some damn soldier came into his room instead of a nurse--good, an explanation for why he was dressed like a policeman. He stood up when they came into the room, looking at them with the same cold expression.
"Button up, Hartwell."
"Bite me."
Heiji pulled the bucket over for more soapy water and scrubbed at a sticky pool of what must have been grape juice at one point. Now it was congealed and staining the floor. He might have taken another day of not being able to sit down or eat, just to get out of cleaning, but it wasn't fair for him to skip out when other innocent people were being punished and were taking it. He was too mad to fight over it, though. And it seemed like something was seriously going down while he had been throwing his fit. It'd be smart to just watch for now, now that he knew this place was under seriously different management.
"Well guys," Heiji muttered to himself as he dunked the brush in the water again. "You're missin' somethin' seriously big here--Hattori Heiji on his hands 'n knees, cleanin' stuff."
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Shinichi and Kaito were both gone, gone the same day even. They'd either given in or been taken by Landel or that monster, and now he was on his own. And the only thing that kept rolling around in his head was: 'I never told them why.'
He'd never admit to anyone that when he'd first found out, he'd cried and beat the walls and torn his sheet in half. The rest of the staff was probably too busy with whatever hell was going on outside of his room, so no one came. And he hoped no one would, because he couldn't promise he wouldn't knock the jaw off of whatever thing came through his door next. But this morning, the initial screaming rage had worn off, and now he was just simmering. Waiting for an excuse to boil over. He almost got it when some damn soldier came into his room instead of a nurse--good, an explanation for why he was dressed like a policeman. He stood up when they came into the room, looking at them with the same cold expression.
"Button up, Hartwell."
"Bite me."
Heiji pulled the bucket over for more soapy water and scrubbed at a sticky pool of what must have been grape juice at one point. Now it was congealed and staining the floor. He might have taken another day of not being able to sit down or eat, just to get out of cleaning, but it wasn't fair for him to skip out when other innocent people were being punished and were taking it. He was too mad to fight over it, though. And it seemed like something was seriously going down while he had been throwing his fit. It'd be smart to just watch for now, now that he knew this place was under seriously different management.
"Well guys," Heiji muttered to himself as he dunked the brush in the water again. "You're missin' somethin' seriously big here--Hattori Heiji on his hands 'n knees, cleanin' stuff."
[For Scott Pilgrim]