damned_institute | Day 26: Cafeteria, Lunch

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Day 26: Cafeteria, Lunch

Scar felt cold and sick, though more the latter than the former. As he rose from his bed, he didn't quite know which way was up, and the artificial light coming from overhead seemed as hot and as blinding as the Ishbal sun.

His head hurt, but that was nothing new. After all, the last thing he remembered from the night before was fighting a homunculus off of Lust and then having a conversation about events best left forgotten. The man hadn't been his brother. He just hadn't. And if what Lust had said they'd done to her was true...

Scar stood with shakiness that he wanted to attribute more to a bizarrely weakened physical state than a mental one. Had he been knocked out by some kind of lurking monster before the morning had come? He felt as if he had been out for days, being a veteran of such circumstances, though as he took the practiced role of being an obedient follower behind the nurse and orderlies that came for him, it didn't seem as if much had changed.

This place was probably just playing tricks on him again, and he was tired of being the man left out of the loop. He grabbed some food he didn't really care for and sat down, not seeing anyone he knew already seated. On one hand, he wished he had someone to talk to, and on the other, it scared him that he was no longer used to being alone.

He dug his fork into his food and tried to block out any related thought.

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Ginji's nurse wheeled him into the room. She settled his wheelchair close to where Kyon was 'eating'. She gave him his lunch and, after he thanked her, left.

Ginji noticed the mess that his table mate was making and leaned forward a little. "You know, food always tastes better if you don't feed it to the table," he said with a smile, trying to be helpful.

"Huhn?" Kyon snapped out of his trance to notice he was no longer the only one sitting at the table. He looked at him for a moment before registering his comment.

He looked down at the table and saw half his lunch piled up in front of him. "Mm," He said before scooping it back up with his spoon and sticking it back on his plate. He really didn't feel like eating it. not only did he not know what was in it, but ...he half expected it to hope out of the tray and bite him.

Finally giving a good look at the guy across from him, he saw that he was in a wheel chair. ....considering the stories, he was almost afraid to ask what might have caused it.

"I hate forks," He said in response.

Ginji was in the middle of attempting to figure out how to eat noddles with a fork when he looked up at Kyon again with a big grin.

"Yeah me too, but it's all we've got here, right? And the food is so good that I can't help but eat it!" He grinned a moment more before turning back to his plate. "Only I don't know how to put it on there without it slipping off." This seemed to really upset Ginji. How could he eat if the fork was beating him???

Ah. A kindred spirit. Fucking forks.

"If it's all we have here, then I could very well go crazy in this place." He said dryly. He looked back down at the plate and scowled at it. "Is the crap they feed us good?" He poked at it awkwardly before looking back up.

"With this 'asylum' story they keep selling us, you'd think it would be, I don't know, more generic."

He fought with it for a few seconds before getting a noodleon his fork and poking it in his mouth.

Hm, not too bad.

"It's good!" Ginji promised, nodding. He seemed to figure out how to wrap the noddles around the fork but he had to touch his food and was making a big mess. "But then I think all food is good." He took a bite and chewed as quickly as possible, thinking over the question.

"I think," he said after swallowing. "That it's just to confuse us. Sometimes I think that the nurses also don't know what's really going on. Like maybe they are brainwashed or something." A small pause. "How long have you been here?"

Kyon watched him try to wrap the noodles around his fork and tried to do it himself. He twirled it around until half his plate was on his utinsil. Lifting it up he stared at the huge glop of pasta and worked out he was going to eat it. Well, he could start on one end and work his way to the middle?

He started to chew on one end when he spoke to him again. He nodded to him. he honestly couldn't tell what the nurses problems were. They could have been some sort of alien. The happy act made him think of a certain Alien he had known back home, who until she drew a hunting knife on him, had the appearence of a cheerful classmate.

Making as bit of a mess as Ginji, he replied, "Um, since last night."

Ginji nodded and looked a little serious, though he couldn't help but smile at the image of Kyon's entire lunch on a single fork.

"Well, then at least you already know what happens at night." He frowned as he thought about it. "I'm Amano Ginji, by the way," he said, remembering that he hadn't introduced himself properly. "But you can call me Ginji."

Kyon realised that trying to eat the mass on his fork was just going to result in him turning his grey sweats into red sweats. He tried to shake a few of the noodles back onto his plate before trying again.

"I haven't seen a whole lot yet," he began, recalling the night before, "But I did see a guys arm torn up from one of those supposed monsters." He set his fork down. "Also appearently a few doctors took a girl and tortured her or something."

He stopped remembering the red-heared girls face. He could remember her name for the life of him, but, her face he could shake off. "She didnt look good last night, I hope she's doing okay."

Ginji's eyes darkened. "Yeah, my first night they took me." He shuddered openly. "It wasn't nice." In fact he had a feeling if he ever saw that doctor again he was going to snap.

"The monsters here are pretty mean too. I once saw a really big ... uh... I think it's called a 'scorpion'." He had a feeling that it was probably a monster that had hurt him too, but since he couldn't remember exactly what happened it was probably best not to bring it up.

Kyon watched him, putting down his fork. He took note of the change in his eyes when he spoke, as he recalled the memory. He glanced down at the wheel chair that he was sitting in and after a momment, decided to ask, "Is ah...is that why you're...?"

He knew that the thing was probably a touchy subject but ...he really wanted to know what the hell he was up against in this god foresaken place.

Ginji shrugged and then winced at the feeling it left in his stomach.

"I don't really remember what happened to me that made me like this. I woke up the next day before lunch and my body was like this." He frowned slightly. "The nurses said I did it to myself, but I don't think so."

"...."

That was all the response that came from Kyon. Slowly, as he described the ordeal (or lack of), Kyon's usually tired, apathetic eyes widened in horror. He didn't remember!? He just woke up one morning and he suddenly couldn't move his lower body!? Kyon's toes clinched tight in his slippers trying to picture what it was like not to be able to use his legs.

Realising he was staring, he averted his eyes and looked at his plate trying not to seem incredibly disturbed. "That ...sucks," was all he could manage out after that.

Ginji shrugged. "It's not that bad. I can walk and stuff... it just hurts." It hurt because chunks of his leg were missing. "So I think I just have to wait to heal and then I'll be okay." He grinned. "Don't worry about me. I'm still alive and I can still do things like eat!"

He took another bite of his pasta and chewed it happily.

Oh ...so he wasn't completely paralyzed. That ...that was good. That meant he could heal. He brought his eyes back up to the guy and sighed quietly. No sense in freaking out. This place's whole intent seemed to be to slowly unravel the people in it. Like hell was he going to make it easy for them.

He nodded to him giving him a brief smile before realising something. He hadn't given his name to the guy yet.

"Ah, sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. Call me Kyon, or, Jack Worthing according to the nurses. I really don't like either of them but Kyon is the lesser of the two evils." He said, speaking about his annoying nickname.

"Kyon-kun, then!" Ginji said with a smile. "But why don't you like your own name?" His head tilted to the side with curiosity. He knew what it was like to dislike a title, as he had disliked the title given to him by his gang, but a name? Why go by a name if you didn't like it?

Ah, the 'kun' at the end of his name made him look at him funny. Girls have only called him that but, oh well, he decided that that wasn't so important anymore.

Oh, his name, "Ah, 'Kyon' is a nickname, and for some ungodly reason it's stuck and spread to everyone I know. It just makes it easier to introduce myself as 'Kyon' it saves a lot of trouble."

He shrugged and remembered how his sister had started the whole thing.

"Then what name do you like to go by?" he asked, tilting his head again.

He wanted to know his real name? Wow, that was a switch. Everyone he knew just settled with calling him Kyon and didn't give his real name a second thought. "Um," he said before shrugging and telling him his real name.

"Though like I said, theres people here that already know me as 'Kyon' so, it's fine to just call me that." He said dismisivly.

Ginji smiled and then nodded. "Alright, Kyon-kun." He ate a little more of his lunch. It was hard not to just devour it on the spot, but since he was trying to have a conversation with Kyon it would be rude. Besides, Ban wasn't there to come by and steal off his plate.

Thinking of his partner made Ginji feel extremely lonely, despite the fact that he was talking to a knew friend right at that moment.

"So, are there people from your home here too?" he asked. He knew that Kyon hadn't been there long enough to meet everyone, but people tended to pick out familiar faces. "I'm the only one from my home here, but I know it's not the same for everyone."

As Ginji went back to his plate, Kyon tried giving the pasta another shot. He looked at it for a second before taking the damned utensil known as a fork and began to chop up the noodles. Then he scooped them up and ate them with a little bit more ease. Eh, it was progress.

Looking up at the question he nodded before swallowing what he had in his mouth. "Yeah, theres one. Apperently she's been here a few days ...which didn't make sense because I swear I saw her yesterday, but ...time seems not to follow any kind of logical route here." He bit his fork lightly as he rambled.

He looked back at him after a moment and said, "It sucks that you're alone, but, someone told me that it would be better to not see as many of your friends here as possible," before giving him a small shrug. "Personally, I pray for the nurses that have to deal with the one I'm here with."

Ginji had to think about that. He missed Ban, more than he could say, but would seeing him here made the situation any better? He would have his partner, but his partner would be here.

"Heh," he said with a small smile, thinking about that too much. "I bet if Ban-chan were here he would try to either kill the nurses or grope them."

He smiled a bit and took another bite of his pasta. "Actually, I think she might do the same." He paused considering his words, before correcting himself, "I mean the groping part. Not the killing part."

He actually wanted to ask Haruhi if she'd tried doing anything to the nurses since she'd been here. Though, a question like that would have probably warrented him a stiff 'idiot' and a penalty. God knows what she could do in this place.

Ginji chuckled. "Well most of them aren't my type," he joked. "At least not the older ones." He didn't seem to care that Kyon had just mentioned a woman groping another woman, in fact he seemed to have overlooked or not registered the wording at all.

Kyon was only moderatly surprized that he didn't react to Haruhi groping other girls. He was so used to they erratic way she acted. Though, he probably thought Haruhi was some kind of perverted skirt chaser. It wasn't the case, she just had a way of appreciating other womens ascets.

"None of them are my type so long as they keep calling me Jack," he grumbled, "Do I look like a Jack?"

"No, you do not look like a Jack." Ginji said after considering Kyon for a moment. "Do I look like a Greg?" he asked, with a small smile. "Or Gregory, but I think Greg is just the short version of Gregory..." Ginji pondered that for a moment. "At least I got to keep the 'G'," he added, though mostly to himself.

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