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damned_institute2012-06-12 12:04 pm
dividedby) wrote in damned_institute2012-06-12 12:04 pm
Day 64: Patient Library (Fourth Shift)
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It was shock, like failing to recognize some heavy injury following a traumatic accident. Zero's mind was reeling, still trying to accept the fact that Ciel - or else, someone who looked and sounded exactly like her - had been standing right before him, calling him by a different name. She'd spoken untruths, supporting the Institute's idea that he was mad, but her face, her voice, her mannerisms...! It had undeniably been Ciel!
No, his mind couldn't accept that. Not yet. The so-called superior thinking power of the human brain couldn't do anything to help him.
And so the once-Reploid slowly walked out of the visitation room as if in a trance, following behind his forever cheerful nurse. She, of course, thought that there was nothing wrong and began chattering to herself about how healthy that visit must have been for him.
'Healthy'.
On any other day, he would have let out some sort of displeased grunt or, better yet, some rude remark about just how 'healthy' such a visit had been for him, but any sort of response became impossible when his brain was too busy just trying to process simple facts. So he simply stared past the nurse instead, only vaguely aware that she even existed. (Not that she seemed to notice. In fact, she probably took his lack of rudeness as a good sign. Wouldn't be surprising.)
Thankfully, it was only a very short walk back to the Sun Room and, therefore, only a short amount of time spent with that woman. Zero abandoned her and then slipped into the library in order to find some peace and quiet. He could sit in a chair somewhere and try to think about what just happened...
...He ended up standing in front of a random bookshelf mindlessly staring at the rows of paper-made novels in front of him rather than sitting, but oh well. His mind was in the same place either way.
[Long Hair Brigadiers UNITE!]
It was shock, like failing to recognize some heavy injury following a traumatic accident. Zero's mind was reeling, still trying to accept the fact that Ciel - or else, someone who looked and sounded exactly like her - had been standing right before him, calling him by a different name. She'd spoken untruths, supporting the Institute's idea that he was mad, but her face, her voice, her mannerisms...! It had undeniably been Ciel!
No, his mind couldn't accept that. Not yet. The so-called superior thinking power of the human brain couldn't do anything to help him.
And so the once-Reploid slowly walked out of the visitation room as if in a trance, following behind his forever cheerful nurse. She, of course, thought that there was nothing wrong and began chattering to herself about how healthy that visit must have been for him.
'Healthy'.
On any other day, he would have let out some sort of displeased grunt or, better yet, some rude remark about just how 'healthy' such a visit had been for him, but any sort of response became impossible when his brain was too busy just trying to process simple facts. So he simply stared past the nurse instead, only vaguely aware that she even existed. (Not that she seemed to notice. In fact, she probably took his lack of rudeness as a good sign. Wouldn't be surprising.)
Thankfully, it was only a very short walk back to the Sun Room and, therefore, only a short amount of time spent with that woman. Zero abandoned her and then slipped into the library in order to find some peace and quiet. He could sit in a chair somewhere and try to think about what just happened...
...He ended up standing in front of a random bookshelf mindlessly staring at the rows of paper-made novels in front of him rather than sitting, but oh well. His mind was in the same place either way.
[Long Hair Brigadiers UNITE!]
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Well, maybe he'd give it a shot tonight. She'd be hurt, but Hazama definitely wouldn't mind, and hadn't he done the same thing for Katsuragi? Thrown all his being into something that seemed hopeless, even when the other party just wanted him to do his own thing. Right. Things would be different this time, too. He'd set things right.
"Thanks for hearin' me out, Mike-san."
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As for the thanking, Mike gave him a brief thumbs up, giving Niikura a genuine smile, "Anytime, man. Just let me know if you need some back-up with it, and I'll be there. I'm used to talking to stubborn morons."
Although, really, he was truthfully the best at pissing them off. Raphael for example. But pretty much anything pissed that turtle off.
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"Oh, thanks," Niikura said with a smile as he rolled his eyes and elbowed Mike. "Makes me feel that much better. Anyway, see ya tonight, okay? Let's get some stuff done for once."
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He was also a good friend. Besides April and a handful of others in the Resistance, Mike hadn't had one in a while. Not one that was this "whole" anyways. Niikura wasn't weary like they had been when only moments of happiness could be snatched from the constant depression of a subjugated world.
"Anytime, bro'," Mike continued smirking. "I'll see you later. Try not to get into trouble while I'm not there."