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Day 27: Lunch
Renji wasn't so certain what this grilled cheese thing was all about, but he liked the sound of some soup. Even if it was strange western soup, well... there wasn't anything bad people could do to soup, in his experience. His good mood was starting to fray at the edges, a little, from the strain of dealing with the Ichimaru issue, and even more from what had been on the bulletin board earlier.
He'd never had difficulty simply writing something before. But...
He shook his head as he entered the line. He didn't want to think about it. He wanted to hold on to the tenuous equilibrium he'd managed to find.
Renji got himself a large bowl of soup, water, and even one of those sandwiches, just to try it. Old habit, recently awakened, had him over to one side of the cafeteria, where the fewest people possible would have the chance to pass behind him. He sat there with his back toward the wall and started eating.
He'd never had difficulty simply writing something before. But...
He shook his head as he entered the line. He didn't want to think about it. He wanted to hold on to the tenuous equilibrium he'd managed to find.
Renji got himself a large bowl of soup, water, and even one of those sandwiches, just to try it. Old habit, recently awakened, had him over to one side of the cafeteria, where the fewest people possible would have the chance to pass behind him. He sat there with his back toward the wall and started eating.
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Eat. He picked up a sandwich, took a bite, and forced it down. The grease probably wouldn't do much to settle his stomach, but he knew he'd regret it later if he skipped this meal.
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He hadn't been of much help since his defeat at the hands of Naruto now that he thought about it. The thought didn't make him feel much better.
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"I found something last night called a First Aid Spray while examining the body of that thing..." The name of it was helpful, but Sparda wasn't sure what type of injuries it would treat. "Do you happen to know what sort of injury it's intended to treat?"
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"If it weren't for you... either or both of us could be dead."
He distinctly remembered the nightmarish hell he'd been going through until Haku's frigid touch had brought him back to reality. And at that point, the battle certainly hadn't been going well. If anything... Riddick himself was the one at fault for getting Haku mangled. But that was just one of the things bugging him right now.
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He knew he would be scolded for his failures by Zabuza-san once they were together, so there was no reason to berate himself at the moment. He took a small sip of juice and then laughed softly.
"But that just sounds like I'm making excuses when there really are none."
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Sparda wished for his powers back so he could leave this place and return to his family.
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Even Haku couldn't miss the hostile look Riddick gave to the white-haired man. It suprised him, but no more than it would have if, say, Zabuza-san were the one to give it.
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"Ah. I am afraid I am not very familiar with human medical supplies, never having needed them myself," Sparda wondered if he would recover as quickly here as he would normally, though he doubted he would still have his demonic recovery rate.
"Well, as delightful as the company here is, I am sorry to say that I have an appointment elsewhere," While he remained as polite as ever, he did toss a slightly irritated glance towards Riddick as he stood up, giving a slight bow to both of them. "Enjoy your lunch."
Sparda spotted Zabuza entering the cafeteria and headed off to join him instead.
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Riddick returned his attention to the boy in question. A clearer mind was helping him think now. He just wasn't used to... apologizing.
"I think I messed you up worse last night. Wasn't a hell of a lot of time to think though. Had to move you fast." He'd been able to feel through his back that things weren't at all right with the kid as he'd carried him through the darkness. But Riddick himself had been a mess at the time, and the battle still raging.
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Haku hadn't missed Zabuza-san's entrance and a flash of pain that had nothing to do with his ribs lanced across his chest. He worked hard to pretend like he wasn't looking, though they both knew he was. He looked down at his untouched bowl of soup and, deciding that it was better to eat at least a bit than be unable to explain to his Master yet again why he wasn't eating, Haku took a spoonful and began to eat slowly.
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"That guy," he nodded towards the man Sparda had joined, the man who appeared to be staring coldly at him now. "...there some reason he's not here?" Seemed like the two of them were close, at least the way the guy'd been freaking out last night. Riddick found it hard to believe the other man was avoiding the table out of sheer politeness.
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"Zabuza-san and I are not permitted to interact with one another during the daylight hours." He glanced up from his bowl at the staff hovering around the room and chuckled softly. "If we get too close, we are separated." Well, Zabuza-san was removed anyway.
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There was probably a good reason, from the view of those in charge, to keep the two apart. Riddick didn't feel like prying, unlike some. He dismissed those not at the table from his thoughts and finished his sandwich. The food did seem to be helping clear the rest of the fog, but he had a feeling it was more whatever Haku had done.
"Speaking of names," he ventured darkly, "You wouldn't happen to know the one belonging to that ponytail fuck who ditched us last night?" Riddick didn't need a name, he knew where the guy's room was.
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Fuck it, he'd start the thought, and if Haku wasn't interested... "I caught up to him later. The end result is that I owe him a debt of pain."
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"Did he try to attack you?" It was the only thing Haku could think of that would throw the larger man off balance like this, but, then again... he didn't really know him.
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"No, I attacked him." Technically the doom and gloom shit had been partly to blame, but the killer brushed the thought aside and finished with, "...after he refused to help you."
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"Why would he? He doesn't know me." He smiled slightly. "Nor did he seem to be a medic, so..." He shrugged one shoulder again. "He had no reason to help me."
Neither did Riddick, but he wasn't going to say that aloud.
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And he didn't really want to tackle the thought of why he himself had been so ready to help the kid, or try telling others to copy him. That was one of the things he didn't understand about himself. This conversation was becoming... difficult. He half-heartedly stirred a spoon in the soup that was getting cold. If he'd had any appetite at all, it was gone now.
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"May I ask what you did before you were brought here?" Haku was curious and, if this man was half as dangerous as he seemed, it would be good to know now.
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It irked him that he hadn't tried escaping this shithole last night. That whole deviation with Richter and company had proven a complete waste of time. Although... if he hadn't gone with the others... there was no guessing at the outcome of their fight with that thing. But that wasn't the subject of discussion any more, and he waited on Haku's response, forcing some soup down even though it was cold. It still tasted infinitely better than slam food.
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And he did really wish for Riddick to escape. Even if Haku didn't want to just yet, others could and should. He wanted to help them escape.
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"You done some time?"
He wasn't sure how to respond to the second statement. He didn't want to worry the kid with his plans for the upcoming night, so he let his question lead the conversation elsewhere. He knew full well the warnings all over the bulletin board about not wandering around alone at night. Plus, he wasn't in top condition... at all. And he seriously doubted Haku was going anywhere tonight...
Some part of Riddick's mind was telling him this is dangerous. The last person he'd cared about... had died in his arms just over a day ago. Or well, that was the time-frame in his mind; who knew what had happened between his last memories of his home universe and waking up in this one.
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"But I know what it's like to be hunted," he went on, still. "And what it's like to hunt."
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