damned_institute | DAY 26: Men's Showers (Second Shift)

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DAY 26: Men's Showers (Second Shift)

Gluttony didn't want to leave his Lust, not after he'd just found her! But the mean tasty nurses said he had to. "You can't join her in the women's showers" was a bad excuse. He didn't like the mean tasty nurses. Maybe Lust would let him eat them later. Still, he knew he would see his Lust again, and that was good. He liked Lust. She was good and beautiful and smart and kind. Why did they have to take him away from his Lust?

Still, he would see her again. And she would tell him it was okay to eat the tasty nurses, and that would be good. His new friend liked eating people, too. That made him happy to find a friend who shared a love for eating people. Today was a very good day.

As he entered the showers, he stood under a shower head and opened his mouth wide to drink up the water. It wasn't as good as eating people, or eating waffles that didn't scream when he bit into them so weren't nearly as good as eating people, but it was still swallowing something, and that made him feel better.

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"Hm." He nodded curtly prior to grabbing the shampoo, swiftly running the foamy substance through his hair. Practice in these matters told him the kid's wound wouldn't have been due to vampire assault. If a vampire had bothered causing that much damage on entry, the boy wouldn't be alive and well and standing beside him.

"You get a look at it?" He asked monotonously, staring straight ahead.

He'd known this guy - whatever kind of expert he claimed to be - wouldn't be able to pick him out of a crowd before he'd ever approached, but it made Aidou wonder all the more just what he thought a real vampire was. If he couldn't recognize one of Aidou's level, then was akin to calling a wolf a dog and giving it a pat on the head.

Now how to glean the most from this social experiment?

"It was a little hard to miss - more than seven feet tall." Aidou also knew the only possible witnesses to his fight with Indra had been Count D, Jack, and the half-dead Ginji. And of course the culprit himself: Roland. It'd do no harm to tell the truth with this, as there was no way Dean could know he'd clawed the things face with his claws, then froze it. "Probably more competent then the pyramid headed monster. It also carried a type of spear, but had a wider range of abilities."

The young vampire gave a brief, inexplicable twitch at the end. ~~He still hadn't forgotten the perversion that had come afterwards.~~

"But anyway," he said, "who're you?"

Blah blah blah.

It was interesting to learn of other monsters, but he found it difficult to refrain from simply snickering at the boy. Why was he talking to him out of many others in the room? If it was body the kid wanted (ah, those teenage hormones - they were enough to drive the sane crazy), there were plenty of patients to perv on. Pansy patients, too. Then again, Dean thought himself to be an extremely attractive man... He was cursed, to be inundated by the Winchester genes, and said Winchester couldn't help grinning at the notion.

Unfortunately, the man didn't suspect there might have been more to the boy's intentions than primal desire. Not at the moment, at least.

He cocked a brow when a name was requested.

"Me? Who're you?"

Aidou certainly didn't find Dean to be an extremely attractive man. He didn't find Dean to be an extremely attractive anything, so much so that he didn't why the man was grinning like Aidou had said something amusing.

Only that he was, which was one more pin in the pincushion that was his patience.

"Yeah, you," he countered, still not looking in Dean's direction. Eugh, showering with these human guys... It was bad enough putting this generic shampoo in his hair. "I'm Aidou. It's a surname, it's Japanese, and it's more easy to pronounce then my first name. That's all. What's your problem?"

People were supposed to follow along with his preplanned conversations, because what was the point in getting under his skin? His perfect features was the bait nine times out of ten, and if they pissed him off, then there was no chance at all of being near him. It was logic at work.

So the kid was in denial. It seemed Aidou's efforts went to instant waste, Dean responding with the same wide, insufferable smirk.

"Aren't you the courteous one?" He said sardonically, shifting attention to conditioner as suds of it covered his hands. "I'm Dean. Nice to meet you, kid. I think." He returned gratuitous sights to the boy's face. "See, least I've got manners." As he rinsed his soapy hair clean, he considered pointedly turning at another angle, away from the younger patient... this was entertaining, though, therefore he kept a frustratingly basic smile on his features.

"I suppose you have a right to be pleased this morning. Not a scratch on you." His tone was dark, but it had nothing to do with the injury he was currently tending to. He rubbed soap into it with an almost awkward harshness.

Courtesy, huh? Manners. That little child criticized the same points.

His hand flexed tightly, absently, and then Aidou felt blood trickle into the web of his finger as he agitated the tender new skin. He only clenched his hand tighter still - pain flowed more freely then his blood did. Pain wasn't a bad thing in this instance; it was a wake up call. To remember how he'd gotten this injury - protecting someone. It hurt more this morning because he'd strained it during the night, tossing Seimei around like a ragdoll. Because he'd been protecting someone else.

He just wanted to protect himself. If he were going to lose control like - that - then it should at least be for himself. That was the whole point of this, wasn't it? Investigate Dean, seclude Claire, and drain more from her. He wanted to feed, not make buddies with the humans who feared and despised his own species.

Shaking his head, he said lightly, "Never mind, you're right. That was rude." Beneath the colorless tone, there might have been a touch of sarcasm. "Sorry."

"Yeah," he replied vacantly. "It was a close call."

A hush momentarily disengaged the chitchat. Dean glanced once at the boy... and then a second time when he issued an unexpected apology. The senior of the pair let out a low chuckle... and then another one, slightly clearer and accompanied by a lighthearted smile.

"Aw, come on. I was kiddin'." Usually, the man would've left it be. Aidou was still a kid, surrounded by adults. Needless to say he was probably feeling uncomfortable. Of course, Dean wasn't about to admit guilt for previously mocking him.

Aidou flicked a glance in his direction, then away again. "Come on what? I'm fine." He gently unclasped his hand from his shoulder, letting the small trickle pool in his hand before spreading his fingers and letting it be washed away by the spray. He touched at it, inquisitively. Nothing major. It wasn't like he'd hooked his claws in there, which was a relief.

But it wasn't a good idea to be losing blood, however small an amount. Reaching to the now sopping towel's knot, he adjusted it around his hips, then reached for the conditioner.

Please, like that apology had been sincere. Moron.

"So," he started off conversationally, "you're that Dean guy. I've heard about you; you were the one all over the vampire thing on the board, right? How long have you been here?"

That sounded okay.

"Aah, you've heard of me!" The common sneer played at his lips yet again, as though it had never vanished. "This'll be my fifth day." He came across as impartially interested to the theme of growing accustomed to the kid, although it wouldn't hurt keeping his end of the conversation. "You?"

Before Aidou had the chance to answer, however, Dean twisted the taps and shut off the water. He automatically swathed a towel about his waist, a smaller one used to rub down dripping hair with one hand.

"You done? Movin' to the lockers." No, he wasn't eager to put the ugly uniform on. The place had gotten steamy and he wished for air, that's all there was to it. Plus he might gain coherent responses from Aidou if they weren't standing there naked (without towels, anyway).

Aidou answered with a frown when the guy decided to up and walk away. He was still talking! Gods, he wasn't a puppy to be led around like on a leash.

For probably the first time, the young vampire set his eyes on the hunter and watched him go. Not that he liked communal anythings, but there was something to be said about biting one's tongue. In the end, though, he stepped towards the exit behind Dean, keeping a fair bit of distance between them. Mimicking what he would expect from a human, Aidou let his feet to make heavy, wet slapping sounds on the floor to announce his movements.

He was ather begrudged to have to answer with, "Almost four." He couldn't bend the true on that little fact, and it wasn't like ignoring the question made things any better.

Leaning against a locker, his bored expression was curtained by a damp towel - something of a fashionable fedora in this case. He removed it to quickly dry his chest and back, abandoning it on the floor when he was done and leaving disheveled hair to drip-dry. Maybe if he walked into the Sun Room like this – covered only by a single towel – it would stun the nurses to such an extent that-

... Nah.

"So I got a day on you, huh? Why d'you ask?"

As he hadn't quite moved out of sight of the showers yet, once his gaze flickered over the start of another brawl, he couldn't help but to watch the combatants. But it wasn't another scuffle. It was kissing naked in the shower with other men around!

He didn't want to be privy to this! Ever!

Whipping his head back around, he exclaimed, "What?" a little too loudly and defensively, as though he'd got caught spying on something, rather than asking a simple question. His expression was pinched, and he was pretty sure he was flushed, but the effects of a hot shower would hide that.

That Homura... He was worse then that idiot Jack - who had been assaulting more than one man this time. What was with the showers and touching? Talking was pushing it, touching was so not appropriate.

Aidou made an effort to regain his train of thought, ducking all the way out of the steamy shower room. "Oh... why did I ask? No reason. It seems to be a popular question." In a flurry, he yanked out the knot in the towel he wore, and simultaneously grabbed a dry towel to wrap around himself as he threw the other one way, not leaving much of a chance to be eyed up. The things he had to do in light of his dignity.

"Mmmhm," was Aidou's overwhelming feedback. The man peered through the doorway nearby that led to the Sun Room, tapping his foot for a second and shifting a brief, amused glance towards the boy.

"OK, you might wanna turn a- ..." Rephrase! "Look away, unless you wanna watch." Warning said, Dean opened a locker and nonchalantly whipped off his towel, dressing with surprising swiftness and remembering the trials of doing so when he had bandages on last time. Once he had the shirt over his head, he faced Aidou and slammed the locker door.

How he hated it, being treated like a child. Appearance wise, Dean's estimations were correct. In truth, Aidou was probably older than this guy, and had a fair chance of going for his throat before those sluggish human reflexes came into full effect. Oh, how easy Dean made it, turning his back.

Aidou wasn't in the mood, though. Hungry, yes, but he would have been content with a tablet for once. Covering his shoulder with his hand once more, Aidou slipped around the corner by the time Dean spoke up, moving down the row to where the damned nurse had left the uniform. It was the first morning he had chosen to remove the bandages on the wound; the blood had long since stopped flowing, so there was no need to worry about staining.

"I didn't come to you to be patronized, you know." His disembodied voice echoed softly in the room. "I asked your name to verify your identity, for something other than the sake of idle chitchat."

Dean cocked a brow, folding his arms as he lazily rested his back against the locker.

"Fine, then. To business. Was there somethin' you wanted to ask?" He assumed a stern pitch, though the shadow of a smirk remained on his lips. "You're welcome to."

"I want to know how to kill something undead." Aidou changed slowly, unhurriedly, drying his hair out of sight. "It was my assumption to ask you."

"Undead?" He quizzically jerked his head to the side. "What, like a zombie or somethin'?" Sure, it made sense. He'd vaguely hinted at the gist of his job on the bulletin. The kid had probably read it and wished to inquire further. "I've only heard o' vampires being here, but... there'd be no point tellin' you how to kill one." He raised a hand before him, impeding Aidou's potential grumbling. "However, a dose o' dead man's blood should poison 'em, no problem."

Although it was a pretty worthless angle to go by, considering the Morgue was the only place he suspected dead man's blood to be kept. And even then, you'd need to force-feed it to the vampire, which was fairly impractical for a hunter of his calibre.

Aidou made a face at that, but thankfully the expression didn't translate across. Rather he said, "That's fine, I'll deal with it myself."

He certainly didn't know all of the mythos surrounding vampire kind - just the majority, like wearing capes and turning to ash in sunlight. The sort of old, strange things like dead man's blood he left to the others to play with. Aidou wasn't all that interested in that sort of stuff. Old blood tasted bad, but it wasn't known to be toxic. Then again, he was not familiar with Dean's methods, and Dean wasn't familiar with his kind. It was something to think about.

"A corpse's blood, huh. How long do the effects typically last before full movement is regained?"

OK, the topic would become irksome if he didn't terminate it. Debating vampire weaknesses when you're trying to get your mind off Dad. Genius. It'd been their last hunt to have not involved The Demon...

The hunter's patience was thinning. He stared at the floor.

"Is one o' them after you, or a friend, or are you askin' out of genuine curiosity? If it's the latter, then I really don't have time, kid." Whether the response resonated as curt or not, Dean couldn't care less.

"On that contrary, if you'd had no time to waste, you would have approached the conversation seriously from the start."

Aidou stepped out on the other end of the locker row, brushing his hands on the sides of his thighs to smooth out any blatant wrinkles. He didn't really glance at Dean as he adjusted his clothing, and brushed damp hair from his face. "If that was out of concern, then I think we've established we're not on the route to a burgeoning friendship, so it's unnecessary to worry. Will you tell me, or not?"

It wasn't a sign of rudeness - Aidou was just uninterested in having insincere comments like that directed at him. He didn't need assistance out of some kind of twisted pity, that he was a young boy who needed a reluctant hand. If Dean didn't offer up any further information, then that was okay. The vampire hadn't stood next to the man with any clear expectation in mind, and what he had been interested in knowing, he'd learned it long ago.

Whacking the pinata a little harder had been on impulse, but at least he'd gotten a little something to consider. Old blood...

"Guess there's no arguin', kid..." He said with a serious air, proved a charade when he completed the act with a short-lived grin.

Bite the bullet and keep the listener informed. Wasn't like he could turn around and say 'I don't wanna talk about it, reminds me of Dad.' That wasn't how he'd been trained. Had to promote belief in the unbelievable every so often. Lend a hand.

"OK, I'll tell you." The man cleared his throat. "Though I ain't a clue what use it'd serve." Dean shook with a quiet, succinct snigger, budging weight on to his side. "... Makes 'em sick for a while. They're completely debilitated for a few hours, usually. Gradually wears off." He was half-expecting a reply akin to 'how do you know?' Wait and see. You'd have to be damn stupid not to take free advice, he mused.

Aidou rolled his eyes just a bit. "Well, I graciously thank you for that. You are one of the few."

He was dangerously close to giving in to his base desires and matching 'kid' with 'old man', but he was mature enough not to do it. An imagine to uphold, and everything. He was almost an adult in vampire society. Time to start acting like it. You have to destroy this place. Now.

"Thank you. For the information." It came out a little rough, a little reluctant, as though the young noble wasn't entirely used to thanking a human for something. And trying to make it sound sincere. He moved towards the exit, but stopped after a few steps, one hand on the wall. Glancing back, he said, "... I feel I should ask... if you've seen any faces during the nightshift that you once thought had already disappeared or been murdered in this place. A person that was acting out of character, while out from under any brainwashing."

Aidou was mature enough. He could consider the situation and not place emotion in it. It was just an exchange of information...

"Don't mention it," said Dean, moving impassively to the exit as well. They stopped in unison when Aidou spoke again.

Well, yeah, he'd sort of run into a scenario of that nature. If it weren't for reversing perspective and questioning his own mental stability, he probably would've claimed from the start that Sam had lost his mind. The way his brother'd gone on about their father's death so offhandedly, as though it were a prominent truth – fact - and had been for a long time.

But it was none of Aidou's business.

"None I can think of. Why?" He inquiringly swayed on his feet a little, trying to give the impression he wasn't interested by the blank tone of his voice.

Aidou sucked in a breath and just voiced his suspicions as they were. With the memory still fresh in his mind - of his hand a hair's breadth away from striking the face of a helpless human child - he'd rather trust his instincts, then consider the alternative.

That he might be wrong. And he couldn't be wrong.

"I have reason to believe there's a creature that can imitate the physical appearance of someone. A friend, a family member. To lure the intended victim aside, you understand." He shrugged one shoulder, looking elsewhere. By telling a hunter, the word should spread. It'd be a fair warning, especially if there were similar incidents.

"But I guess you don't have any information on it."

The huntsman's stance grew noticeably rigid as he shot a look at Aidou. He seemed to be glaring, though he was actually staring incredulously.

Shape-shifter.

Succumbing to a silence as he flipped up the burning suspicion, he opened his mouth and closed it, and then took a single stride toward the boy, ~~towering~~ standing before him. He grabbed the younger man's shoulders firmly, bending frontward and scowling.

"First, I do have information. Second... is your 'reason to believe' a valid one? What source're you relyin' on?" He'd always left the 'soft' interrogation to Sam, and steering Aidou in Sam's direction wasn't an option he preferred right now.

DAY 26: Men's Showers (Second Shift)

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