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damned_institute2012-03-31 12:19 am
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Nightshift 62: Cafeteria
[from here]
Yuui was the first to push open the door. It took a few solid kicks to break the lock, more noise than he'd like, perhaps, but hopefully nothing that would slow them up. His single blue eye tried to adjust to the darkness inside, scouting the room for any undesirables, but he could only make out a few tables and chairs and precious little else without light.
His footfalls were almost silent, his breathing more cautious as he led the way inside. The headache that had started earlier was becoming harder and harder to ignore, the loud noises and sudden movements doing little to help. It was almost a relief that it was too dark to see the sheen of sweat prickling at his forehead or the way his body trembled every now and again as he tried to push forward with weary muscles. He was beginning to regret not bringing his coat, but the heat would've made it intolerable on top of all the rest.
It wasn't much further to the basement, he realized, though it would be the first time he'd returned to the place since the accident that had cost him his eye and left several other permanent scars. He had to wonder if Kurogane fully understood what he was asking, for him to want to return to that place. If the same thing happened again, if they found themselves in that coliseum, would he make the same decision? It wasn't a thought he wanted with him as he felt his way through the darkness and toward the back of the room. Kurogane was a much better lead at times like these.
Yuui was the first to push open the door. It took a few solid kicks to break the lock, more noise than he'd like, perhaps, but hopefully nothing that would slow them up. His single blue eye tried to adjust to the darkness inside, scouting the room for any undesirables, but he could only make out a few tables and chairs and precious little else without light.
His footfalls were almost silent, his breathing more cautious as he led the way inside. The headache that had started earlier was becoming harder and harder to ignore, the loud noises and sudden movements doing little to help. It was almost a relief that it was too dark to see the sheen of sweat prickling at his forehead or the way his body trembled every now and again as he tried to push forward with weary muscles. He was beginning to regret not bringing his coat, but the heat would've made it intolerable on top of all the rest.
It wasn't much further to the basement, he realized, though it would be the first time he'd returned to the place since the accident that had cost him his eye and left several other permanent scars. He had to wonder if Kurogane fully understood what he was asking, for him to want to return to that place. If the same thing happened again, if they found themselves in that coliseum, would he make the same decision? It wasn't a thought he wanted with him as he felt his way through the darkness and toward the back of the room. Kurogane was a much better lead at times like these.