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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Gin was no fool. Just as he was keeping things from Homura, he was sure there was more to these creatures than he was letting on. But he made mental note of their descriptions, and more importantly, their weak points. No doubt if that was the only spot they could damage the creatures, taking them down would be no simple task.

Everything was theatrics with this man. He couldn't just ask the question. Gin simply leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand, "and that would be?"

Certain things simply called for theatrics, like the very clever question Homura had thought up to be his first. Really, it was the most important thing that he could find out about Gin, at least as far as using the man for his own purposes went.

"What, in detail, are your physical, mental, and emotional weaknesses?"

No point in wasting time, was there?

Couldn't trust the man to stick to his words, could he? The question was really three in one and had nothing at all to do with his past. Though upon mention of the deal last, Homura had conveniently left that out.

He would let Homura push this first question, but he wouldn't be slighted again. "My weapon is a short sword," he said quietly, but loud enough for Homura to hear. "The weakness is in the design itself. One has to be close to use it."

His mental weakness was a bit more difficult, "You will not understand, but Kyoka Suigetsu is what I give my fear as well as my respect. I trust that a name is specific enough?" All things were secondary after that. Any other fear was almost certainly caused by it.

At the last one, his mouth rose in something of a smirk. He knew better than to mention Rangiku. Homura hadn't asked for a person. "You could say I'm a sucker for a hard-luck case," he said finally. Others might laugh to hear it, but it did ring true. When Abarai's captain was too irritated by his Vice's actions to even see to his wounds, Gin had been the one to contact the medic squad. When he knew what waited for Hinamori, he'd offered ample warning to Toushirou. And even if it was only for a moment, he'd offered deliverance to Kuchiki Rukia. It ought to count for something. Then there was that day he'd taken Ran in... "Kicked puppies," brought Izuru to mind. "Cats left in the rain," Rangiku... "That sort of thing."

He finished his glass of water and focused his gaze on Homura, the mirth gone from his smile, "I trust you won't push your luck so hard with the next question?" He'd never said a word about letting Homura live long enough to pass on his information to the proper buyer.

In Homura's mind, he hadn't gone against his word at all. Weaknesses were born from the past, as much a part of one's history as a person's strengths. Homura had simply skipped over the part where there'd be storytelling, something akin to turning to the last chapter of a novel.

"That will suffice." Of course, skipping so much often left a person missing vital details to give a clear understanding, but there were more than enough ways to fill in the blanks. More importantly, Gin's expression made it clear that he understood that Homura wasn't going to sit back and make things easy for the other man. No, the demi-god intended to use Gin just as he would any other, and if this was the best way to go about it, then so be it.

"Push my luck?" Homura looked quietly to Gin as the man all but threatened him. "You were the one who failed to put limitations on what I could ask...or what I could do with this information. But you can relax." Homura smirked, all the confidence he had shown multiplied from before. "I have no reason to share these secrets, or any others I might learn. So long as you remain useful to me, of course."

Cards on the table. "Then there is the chance you might try to kill me in order to assure my silence. In fact, you're probably already plotting how you'll do it. I'll simply warn you that such a task won't be easily accomplished...and would be fruitless in the end."

Homura simply wasn't afraid of death. Of course, it helped that he knew where he would end up. After all, the last time he died, he'd woken up in this place.

He gave another short laugh, "Fair enough Homura-kun. You've caught me. You c'n ask one more now if y'like. The rest after you d'liver the map. Sound fair?"

It wasn't the questions he minded, it was the way he stayed so smug. Useful. As though it was Gin who would have to work to keep his favor. He already knew he'd have to be careful not to let the man lose too much interest, nor to let him know too much.

Gin gave a shrug, easy smile returning. "I'm only saying that there's some information that's dangerous t'have. It's not me you could worry 'bout. 'Sides, you know all my weaknesses now, ne? I should be th' one 'fraid of you."

"That sounds perfectly fair." Homura had actually been willing to settle for the single question, but there was something else he was curious about. Well, many things, but one came to the front of his mind.

"Perhaps you should, but I somehow suspect you aren't." Homura chuckled, then motioned towards Rangiku, who was still in view of the pair. "That woman. She waved to you when she came in, I believe. What's your history with her?"

The more he talked to Gin, the more it seemed odd that he'd have any allies who'd greet him so readily. Homura looked forward to learning the connection between the two, and perhaps even more, the potential reaction Gin might have.

"A man without much t'lose has little t'fear," Gin said simply. His gaze followed Homura's gesture, though he didn't have to look to see who he was referring to. It had to be more than coincidence. He cursed himself for letting the gesture slip and this man's damned memory.

He could easily lie. He'd done it before. Say she was an unwitting mark of his, something. It wasn't as though most of the patients here would think less of him. The ones that knew him, already thought little. Not that he much cared about their opinions. Some things were worth selling your soul for. But he wasn't going to sell her out with him.

Luckily, his expression didn't reveal any of his inner turmoil. He only had to tell their history, not their relationship. This and that were separate matters. "Childhood playmates," he said cooly, "saved her when we were younger. Went to th' same school. Worked in th' same field for a time."

Gin watched the man's expression, trying to read his reaction, "even creatures like me were cute lil' kids once upon a time. Don't think I was always so jaded, do ya Homura-kun?"

Homura waited as Gin looked to Rangiku, and made his choice. His words were as casual as any of the others he had spoken, a simple statement of fact, and yet...and yet.

He closed his eyes, thinking once again of Rinrei for a moment, and of Shien and Zenon. "A man without much to lose still has something that can be lost." Another statement of fact? Yes, but perhaps something in the quiet way Homura said it, in the momentary distance in his eyes gave away hints about his own past.

Or at least, about all the demi-god himself had lost.

Not the reaction he'd expected. Homura seemed almost... nostalgic? Much as he disliked the idea of drawing comparisons, maybe he and Homura had more in common than he'd first thought. He'd hit upon something, of that much he was certain. What it was exactly, he had yet to uncover.

He waited for a moment, as though Homura might say something more, then leaned back in his chair. "Somethin' else on your mind?"

"There's always something more on the mind than what's spoken. Things that can't be forgotten." Homura grinned. Unable to forget, but he could hide well enough, and the sense of nostalgia about him was already fading. "But I'm hardly the only one who suffers from that trait, I'd think."

Normally, Homura wouldn't hesitate to tell stories of his own past: about the gods who had condemned him for being a heresy, and who had taken the woman who loved him in spite of it. But Gin had made him work for the answers he had gotten, and Homura was in a mood to return the favor, and the frustration.

Aw, and now he was trying to be all spiteful. For a man who had been so free with his answers earlier, now he was being terribly stingy. It was almost amusing. Unfortunately, the nurses were already coming to pick up their patients for the next shift.

Gin smiled and nodded once more to Homura, "Be seein' ya."

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