damned_institute | Day 28: Bus 2

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Day 28: Bus 2

Momo tugged on the collar of the light blue sweater she was wearing as she followed her nurse to wherever these buses were, winding her hair up into its customary bun as she went. It was an odd feeling, knowing she was about to go outside of the institute's borders. Maybe the Head Doctor was about to make an error and the shinigami, as well as everyone else, would no longer be limited and they could finish what they started several nights back.

That was probably too much to hope for. She was feeling better this morning, even with the blood moon, and was mildly looking forward to the bus ride. Captain Jack said he was going to be here this morning and even if it wasn't customary breakfast in the cafeteria, she's be satisfied with him sitting next to her on the bus.

The nurse handed her a muffin, some napkins, and a small box with a straw. She stared at this box for a moment before shaking it. From the sound it contained liquid. How odd... Momo wasn't sure why they would but liquid inside a small paper box - it didn't make any sense to her and she wasn't sure how one was supposed to get it out of the box.

Clambering onto an empty bus, Momo chose to sit in the very back near the emergency exit. Maybe she could force her way out of it as they were moving and escape the limiter enough to come back and level the institute, freeing everyone. Or maybe she just wanted to be able to see everyone that was on the same bus as her. Wishful thinking versus reality.

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"That's alright, I like to think I'm a decent teacher." Ken grinned. He had the experience for it. "It wouldn't be hard to fill you in on the rules, they're not too complicated. And all you need to do with the ball is get it into the net."

"Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Awesome," Momo said, using a phrase she'd heard Hokuto use.

As for where she was from... "Ahh... I'm originally from Japan." She couldn't even try to keep the hint that there was more to that out of her voice. Her cheeks colored again and she suddenly got very interested in the remains of her muffin.

"Umm... you?"

"I'm from Japan, as well. Niigata, though I've been living in Tokyo." Between that tone of voice and the earlier comment about not being familiar with human recreation...Ken wasn't the brightest lightbulb ever, but he could figure out something was up from that much.

None of his business, but he couldn't help but be curious.

"Tokyo is an interesting city, full of life, though I haven't been there in a very long time," Momo replied. She thought for a long moment about the very little she could remember from back when she was alive. It really didn't help her much.

"I can't exactly remember where in Japan I was born," she said. "But I think it was somewhere in Hakkaido." Another pause. "It's a beautiful place."

"Hokkaido's a big place." Ken's own home prefecture was much smaller. Hokkaido was an entire island to itself. "I haven't been there much, myself. Traveled there for J-league a couple times, but aside from that I've mostly just been around Honshu."

Momo smiled, nodding along, when the bus suddenly started up. Her eyes widened a bit, a little startled; it had been a very long time since she'd been in a running human vehicle. She did remember spending time in a more public transportation bus trying to take care of both a hollow and the whole it was hunting. Not exactly a favorable memory.

The bus started moving and... Momo was still in her seat alone.

Her face fell as she half stood up and surveyed the bus' occupants. No Jack. And she'd purposefully not let anyone sit with her because she was saving ehr seat for Captain Jack.

The shinigami slouched in her seat, a disappointed look on her face. "And it happens yet again..." And here she'd gone and given Captain Jack another chance. Foolish woman.

Ken steadied himself as the bus jerked and started moving, and then looked at Momo. "What's wrong?" he asked, concerned. She'd seemed so cheerful just a few moments ago. She'd probably been waiting for someone, and Ken had just sat down and started talking without considering that.

"Sorry, I should've asked if you were waiting for someone, first."

The shingami sighed and tried to give Ken a smile. "No, don't apologize. It's not like you pushed your way to share my seat."

Besides, she'd been watching. If Captain Jack had been on this bus at any time, she would have seen him. Momo turned sideways in her seat, putting her back against the bus side, and pulled her knees to herself.

"I supposedly had a 'date' this morning, but I've apparently been stood up yet again," she said. "Foolish for me to even fancy having a pleasant morning with a man that likes me in a place such as this," she said sadly.

"I have appreciated your company, though."

"You know, the nurses probably just forced him onto another bus. Tough luck for you, 'cause that means you're stuck with me." Ken smiled, friendly and open. "He'll find you in town, then you can yell at him for missing out and he'll buy you things to make it up." At least if it worked anything like Yohji's relationships.

"This is the part where I'm supposed to give you an appropriate flower with a positive meaning, but they're sadly lacking around here." He held out his hand as if it had a single stem in it. "White carnation. 'Sweet and lovely.'"

Momo watched Ken for a moment, a pleasant look of bewilderment upon her face. He was being so sweet and Momo's face once again broke into a bright smile.

"My, Ken-san, aren't you a gentleman," Momo said and pantomimed accepting the 'flower' from him. "I've never been given a white carnation before."

"I'm a florist. It's my job." Ken smiled. "White carnations are also a good luck gift for women."

"Whoever this guy is really is missing out. You have a beautiful smile."

Ken could nearly hear Yohji's voice coming out of his mouth. Guess spending those six months in Germany really had made the older assassin rub off on him.

A pink tinge came to Momo's cheeks at Ken's compliment. See, this was why she liked flirting. It happened so rare in Soul Society and it felt really nice to be treated like she actually was a girl instead of a shinigami.

"You flatter me," she said, "but you are right, Jack-san is certainly missing out." She didn't even realize she;d identified Captain Jack.

She smiled wistfully. "I'm afraid a gift is what it would take to rekindle my luck. It is a shame you don't have a real one. But I have a very good imagination."

As far as Ken knew, Momo was just a normal girl. Sure, a touch strange--but so many things here were strange. He was content to just have a bit of normalcy after the awkwardness and outright bizarre happenings last night.

"Isn't it only flattery if it isn't true or exaggerated?" Ken replied lightly. "I'm doing nothing of the sort."

"They might be growing them in the greenhouse. I didn't see them the last time we were allowed in there, but they're easily cultivated and rather popular." He might even be able to find one in town. "There's always making flowers out of paper. They never wither that way, either."

Momo's blush brightened and she ducked her head down a little with an almost shy smile on her face. "Then thank you, Ken-san,' she said.

"Can a paper flower really be made to look like a carnation?"

She paused and smiled warmly again as she sat up a bit more. "You are welcome to join me over here if you're tired of talking across the aisle..."

"My pleasure, Momo-san." He smiled, she was cheered up again. That was good. As hellish as their situation was, it was always good to be happy while they could relax somewhat and not have to worry about a monster or other patient attacking them.

"Sure. Carnations aren't quite as symmetrical as something like a daisy. It's not origami or anything, but hey."

Ken smiled and moved himself across the aisle, gaining a glare from one of the nurses who were making sure everyone stayed seated. He just smiled back sweetly.

Momo rearranged the way she was sitting so there would be room for Ken when he moved. She glanced up at the nurses as they glared, giggling a little at the smile they received in return.

"I'm good at origami, but more traditional patterns. I only know th basic flower," Momo said once Ken was settled. She lightly touched his arm and smiled. "Will you show me sometime?"

"Alright. Next time we have arts and crafts?" Ken redirected his attention back to Momo, having completed his act of childishness for the hour. "It's likely to not be very impressive."

"Arts and crafts then," Momo replied with a bit of amusement. She was never going to think o that phrase the same way again. "I don't need impressive. Its the intention behind it that matters."

She tilted her head against the back of the seat. "I do have a very good imagination, remember?"

"Isn't that the name of one of the patient groups, too?" Ken wondered aloud--loud enough for Momo to hear at least, and no one else. He'd been keeping up with things on the message board somewhat, not enough to recall any names of people--but he did remember that much.

"That's good. Everyone needs a bit of fancy in a place like this."

Momo's lips turned up in a knowing smile as she caught Ken's muttered words about Arts & Crafts, but she kept her silence on the matter. She really didn't want to the whole shinigami thing to come up.

"And what do you daydream of, Ken-san?"

He was curious, really. Mostly as to which group Omi had been, or was, working with. He didn't like not knowing about it.

Ken shrugged. "Playing soccer and riding my motorcycle on wide-open roads. Maybe going to Australia. I'm not very interesting, I guess. What about you?"

"I've never been on a motorcycle. I can't decide if the danger overrides the excitement I've been told comes with riding one," Momo said.

"As for myself... I daydream about balance... forgiveness... and an exhilarating fight." She chuckled and her cheeks flushed again. "They're silly really."

"It's only dangerous if you crash." Ken smirked. "I've had more accidents in the flower shop than on my bike."

"Not really. Not if you want them. But I didn't peg you as the fighting type." Then again, anyone looking at Omi probably wouldn't peg him as the fighting type, either.

The shinigami chuckled. "Few do," she said with a light shake of her head. "And usually I only am when I have to be."

Momo tilted her head. "What kind of accidents do you get into in a flower shop beyond some accidental encounters with rose thorns?"

"What sort of style?" Ken asked, curious. It only made sense that there were a lot of fighters here--otherwise everyone would be dead--but definitely not everyone fit under that category. Artemis had jumped onto his back, for pity's sake.

"Dropping heavy terracotta pots on my toes is one. And you laugh, but those rose thorns are vicious."

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