damned_institute | 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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Aya snorted, fingers balling into tight fists beside his hips. There was no limit to Kikyo's lack of shame, he should have known this by now.

The anger he had managed to repress somewhat was now rising within him with urgency that did not invite any restrictions.

"The hell you do," he muttered, lips pulling back to bare a hint of teeth. "Don't fucking lie to me." The logic in such a command was not to be found any time soon. Aya knew Kikyo would lie, he was prone to assume anything the man uttered as untrue. But logic had fled somewhere far away after breakfast and Aya didn't seem to have the energy to look for it now.

There was a time when Ran used to believe everything Kikyo told him. It seemed like those days were long gone. The ironic thing was, nothing Kikyo ever told him was a lie. He only lied to him in omission.

Ran really had changed. Was it all Kikyo's doing? And if it was, there was almost a sick satisfaction in his heart, knowing deep down that it was he who marked him. He left these invisible scars upon him with irrevocable deeds that could never be forgiven or forgotten.

If Ran wanted to banish him from his life, then Kikyo would hold on to him in the only way he knew how.

He took a slow sip from his tea, lips curled into a cruel smile.

"Not so trusting anymore, I see," he purred.

If Aya wouldn't have been this angry, he probably would have been amazed by the shear amount of boldness in Kikyo's lack of tact. But as it was, he only felt something snapping within as the man insisted on jumping on the shards of his broken heart. Heart that he had lost, hidden and for a moment regained only to be broken again and then mocked by that uncaring smile.

He sucked in a sharp breath, and let his feet take him back to the table. The blood rushing in his veins, in his ears, made it impossible for him to hear the sound of his own hand connecting with Kikyo's face. The teacup was still poised on the man's lips as Aya hit him, hard and heavy, intent on causing damage, not just driving his point across.

It was impossible to hurt him as much as Aya had been hurt, but it sure as hell didn't stop him from trying.

As Kikyo went flying to the floor, the teacup spilling its content all over him, Aya walked away. Eyes hidden with crimson locks, mouth a thin line of forbidding lips, he let the nurse grab him and escort him away, uncaring.

[ooc: checked with Kikyo mun~]

[going to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/177215.html?thread=12047167#t12047167)]

Chair, teacup, everything crashed down to the floor along with Kikyo as the hand flew across his face with stinging force. He didn't even try to parry the blow, though he should have seen it coming. Pain flared across Kikyo's cheek, blood pounding so hard within his ears that he could barely register the sound of his cup smashing against the ground.

For a breathless moment, he sat there on the cold tile floor, drenched in tea, and dizzy from pain. He glanced up through the dark strands of his hair that fell across his face to see the backside of Ran as he walked away from him.

"Hn..." his smile was as bitter as the odd metallic tinge of blood and tea upon his tongue.

A nurse rushed to his side, making a fuss. Such unnecessary care, but Kikyo let her help him to his feet.

"My goodness! I hope you are alright. Let's get you cleaned up, ok?" She began to lead him toward the exit.

Kikyo barely looked at her as he turned for the door and walked out without a backwards glance.

Day 26: Cafeteria, Lunch

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