Night 72: Disciplinary Therapy Corridor

[lighthearted]

[From here.]

They'd made it.

Sora stepped into the hall, letting out a heavy breath as he took in the familiar scenery. Not that there was much to see, other than a row of large, imposing doors that he already knew were impossible to break through.

There wasn't any sound here, either, which meant that they couldn't even guess at which room Tsurugi was in. But the knowledge that he was behind one of those doors, having horrible things to done to him... It was enough to make Sora's stomach twist up.

After a long pause, he glanced over at Ishida and shrugged. "I guess... all we can do is wait."

He still thought it was important that they'd come, though. Because when Tsurugi eventually made his way through that door, he shouldn't be alone. He should have friends there to support him.

Comments

[repelling]

Had he been aware of Sora-kun's comparison, Uryuu would have argued that, no, a bow was much cooler than a keyblade. Unaware, he's instead jostled out of his frown at the persistent effort of both the shot and maintaining the bow, and out of his analyzing look at the door, by Sora-kun's... chummy slap to his shoulder. Uryuu only just kept himself from jumping, but scowled, half-indignant, at Sora-kun's back as he proceeded into the room.

It should be a nice change of pace, perhaps; his initiation into unwelcome and unappreciated physical contact, over the last months or years (his jumbled mind), was mostly courtesy Kurosaki's fist or foot.

More important than unexpected violations of his space: the hallway beyond, the still darkness. Previous experimentation with his bow left him well aware of its (his) limitations. He only had four more arrows until it forcibly dissipated, and another strenuous round after that. If he failed take the four shots within the next minute, but kept the bow waiting, he'd start to experience considerable side-effects. In other words, despite Sora-kun's conviction that they could only wait -- his superior experience stating that the doors could not be forced open -- Uryuu felt, in the absence of a beast, why not?

He nodded, as if in agreement, before gathering and firing three more arrows. Two at the nearest door, and one at the next closest. Simply to see, before allowing the bow to disperse, avoiding the fifth, and always more difficult shot.

"As you say."