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Day 28: Morris Park
[from Kelley Street]
The shinigami quietly entered the rundown park. It looked forlorn and very much like there should be a hollow or two hanging out in it. Yet a quick check of the spirit threads gave her no indication of any present. The gloomy atmosphere was perfect for her to do some deep thinking about herself and what all had happened in Soul Society.
Picking a bench under a tree, she sat and stared off into the park..She needed the quiet.
The shinigami quietly entered the rundown park. It looked forlorn and very much like there should be a hollow or two hanging out in it. Yet a quick check of the spirit threads gave her no indication of any present. The gloomy atmosphere was perfect for her to do some deep thinking about herself and what all had happened in Soul Society.
Picking a bench under a tree, she sat and stared off into the park..She needed the quiet.
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"Hey, no hard feelings!" Heiji said with a grin, beginning a quick string of jabs and strikes. Shoulder, knee, side, other side, shoulder. "I just figured you'd rather see this--" Two quick steps back. "Than, 'owwie, it hurts Okita-kaa-san'!"
He lunged forward, his body pulled into itself so as to not present a bigger target. His body was finally starting to fall into form and loosen up. This was good news for him--he could only get faster as time wore on.
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"Good - I was worried for a moment you were going to tell on me," he teased, dancing back and away from Heiji's lunge. Their swords tapped against each other as Okita began to circle the clearing, maneuvering away from the trees. He wasn't about to get pressed up against the "wall." "But now that you're loose, shall we really begin?"
In an instant, his stance shifted and he attacked, aiming for Heiji's right arm and left side in two quick movements. He knew the boy would be able to block them if he had been paying attention.
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He was perfectly positioned for another shove, but Okita would probably be aware of that. Instead, he used his block to protect himself as he ducked under Okita's weapon. As fast as he could manage--hopefully before Okita caught on--he shot his leg out in a sweep kick. Nothing that would completely knock him to the ground--just take one of his legs out from under him.
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When Heiji dropped down, Okita knew he had to move fast. He freed his stick from Heiji's block and barely avoided the sweeping kick - feeling his foot catch - as he leapt to the side. It threw him off balance, causing him to turn slightly as he landed, but he didn't fall. Taking two steps back, he grasped the branch with both hands and opened his stance, waiting for another lunge - waiting for his chance.
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Unfortunately that part of him was very small, and practically mute. Heiji charged forward again, suddenly skirting to Okita's left, stick extended defensively. If he was going to get attacked, he would at least be able to do something.
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Heiji was different.
As he skirted to the side, Okita shot forward, moving as if possessed to catch Heiji before he got the chance to flank him. Bringing his sword against Heiji's own, he pushed hard and felt the last bit of his control slip. He needed this fight to get out the frustration he couldn't inflict upon the Choushu assassin. He needed to be bruised and deal out pain to release his anger over Hijikata's disappearance. In the back of his mind, he just wished Heiji wasn't the unfortunate receipient.
Whipping the branch around, he struck hard for Heiji's shoulders - first left, then right - and dropped back, ready for another attack.
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Fortunately, the fear that had caused most of his organs to freeze helped Heiji move faster. He quickly blocked the strike to the left, then lashed out wide to the right, knocking the stick away. He winced, realizing that he was starting to lose his discipline. Reeling it back in, he followed close to Okita as he dropped back. He wasn't trying to get a hit in, just trying to get in Okita's face a bit and limit the room he had to work with.
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So when Heiji kept closing in, Okita's real demeanor appeared. His face was cold and hard, a warrior's mask - a demon's face. If only Heiji had backed away or called it off, but they were both followers of the sword and they weren't going to give up. With such limited mobility, Okita did the only thing he could and turned his stick around, using the shorter "handle" area in a quick jab to Heiji's chest. He aimed to push the boy back and give himself more room, a trick he'd used in the cramped quarters at the Ikedaya quite a few times.
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He couldn't hang back and catch his breath, though. That last escapade had at least made Okita a little nervous. This match was getting more and more serious, and there was no telling what would happen if he let his guard down for even a moment.
And dammit, now Okita had enough room to shake... a stick at. Ugh, bad pun. He'd have to kick himself later for that one. Now, there was closing in to do.
He walked slowly and deliberately, straight at Okita. There went that little part of him again, wailing that Okita's face was scary. His own probably wasn't much different--stoic and focused. This was going to hurt...
His knee suddenly buckled and he made a low lunge for Okita's legs, tucking his chin behind his shoulder. It looked like Heiji was aiming to hit both of Okita's shins at once.
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Heiji rolled out of the way as Okita's stick came down where his back had previously been. Close one. He turned quickly on the balls of his feet and lunged again, swinging the stick one-handed and wide at Okita's ribs. Just a bit closer...
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At least, he thought he did. Heiji was getting too close again and he'd lost his window of opportunity. Damn it all! He needed to put more distance between the two of them so as Heiji drew close, he dropped his branch low and kicked hard, aiming for the boy's stomach.
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Heiji took a staggering step forward and extended his branch up back into the ready position.
...which, in Heiji's era, signaled that the fighter was done with the match.
Shit, he doesn't know that--!
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The swordsman launched forward again, face grim as he knocked Heiji's branch out of the way. He wanted to end this now. The two quick jabs to Heiji's right and left shoulders were only seconds apart, leaving no time to react when the branch swung around again and connected hard with the side of the the boy's head. If he was able to keep fighting after that, Heiji was superhuman.
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He ate leaves this time, and thought that it'd be best if he just didn't move. Less work. His brain was so rattled, he was having trouble trying to formulate in his head what had just happened. So for now, he'd settle on the less arduous task of trying to roll over so he could actually breathe.
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Okita was going to help him to his feet when two orderlies and a nurse burst through the brush. He reached for the branch again, but like some sort of bad dejavu, the orderly had him in a vice-like grip in no time.
"Just what is the meaning of this!" the nurse barked, looking from Heiji to Okita and back again. "I can't believe this, Mr. Ikeda, beating up on a young boy like that. Disgraceful!"
She motioned with her head and Okita gritted his teeth as the needle slid in and out, leaving a weird haze that slowly began to take over his head. The orderly released him and he stumbled a bit, hitting the ground on his knees. Perfect.
The nurse turned to Heiji next and frowned. "Mr. Hartwell, mind telling us just what you two were doing then? You're both getting put back on the buses, so I hope you're happy."
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He was only vaguely aware of the crunching sounds coming through the brush, but once he'd had time to realize it, it was too late to say anything. Fuck, they'd been caught and he was dead weight.
Pushing himself up on his hands, he saw Okita stumble around as an orderly recapped a syringe. So... this place came complete with drugs. He scowled--this wasn't fair. Okita had been the epitome of grace and strength on the battlefield--it wasn't fair that he had been rendered to a pile of mush by an outside force. He was pissed now.
"Totally. Everything's, fan-, fucking, -tastic," Heiji wheezed, smirking at the nurse. Three on one. Bad odds. "Hey, c'n you help me up...?"
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Then again, it looked like he was too late. The nurse moved over to help the detective up and Okita saw the smirk on his face through the haze. He was planning something. If only Okita could think clearly enough to figure out what. Instead, he looked up at the orderly that was standing over him and smiled. "I shuppose the trip is over?" he said, laughing as his words slurred together.
"Honestly now, Mr. Hartwell," the nurse chided. "You shouldn't let Mr. Ikeda change your otherwise good behavior."
She leaned down and lifted Heiji to his feet, checking him for injuries. She was relieved to see that there were none.
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"Trip's over kaa-san, let's go!" He charged the orderlies as though he were going to attack, but faked them out by stopping suddenly in front of the man they'd just drugged. Determined not to leave his sparring partner behind, he attempted to pull Okita to his feet as quickly as possible. Heiji'd carry him if he had to! He'd definitely had enough of this fucked up place--time to head for the hills.
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Okita laughed as Heiji pulled him to his feet, but regretfully wasn't as fast as he should have been. The orderlies recovered quickly and grabbed Heiji - one on each arm - as the nurse dusted herself off and approached.
"Mr--" She coughed, trying to catch her breath. "Hartwell. That is more than--"
She would have said more, but Okita wasn't about to let the boy take all the glory and gave the orderly on Heiji's right a swift kick to the shins. The act threw him back to the ground, but at least he'd done something. It wasn't enough, though, and soon Heiji had a needle in his neck. The deed was swift and efficient, the drug administered and the nurse livid.
"That's it! Both of them are to be on the buses this instant!" she shrilled, pointing a finger in the general direction of the buses. Okita grinned as he was picked up, looking over to Heiji.
"Kaa-san, huh?" he asked, giggling.
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"OW, GODDAMMIT!" Heiji screamed as the needle hit home in his neck. He'd received his fair share of injections--but they usually came in his arm, not his neck. What the hell. The drugs reached his brain faster, so Heiji's knees started to give quicker than Okita's had. "Shit... Sorry Kane... yo..." He stopped mid-sentence, a glazed look coming over his face. Wait, what'd he been trying to say? He laughed.
"My bad, my bad~ 'Sually my rescue attempts come with deci-- deten-- DEDUCTIONS, YEAH, de-duc-tions~! It was you! With a huge fuckin' needle, in my NECK!" He pointed and laughed at the wrong orderly, while the one who had actually sedated him just sighed and picked Heiji up. "How'zbout that for a deduction!" The orderlies began walking the two patients back to the bus.
"Ch'yah! KA-neyoshi, KAA-san... It works, but not really~! Y'aren't gonna lop my head off f'that, righ'?" He laughed, "WOW THIS SUCKS, drugs suck. Kazuha'd kiiill me if sh'knew I was talking to you li' this, but you're... a really cool guy~ I haven't been this drunk in a while, what'd I drink? I hope it didn't suck. I can't remember~"
Apparently the drugs and Heiji just didn't mix well. If anything, he was even more chatty than usual.
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He giggled long and hard at that before letting out a contented sigh. "Aah, today was so much fun, too. Come find me at night sometime, hm?"
The nurse frowned and was going to scold the two of them again when she noticed that the other nurses were herding patients back. It was time to return to the Institute. "Well, it looks like you're saved a trip to the detention bus, but you're to be separated for the ride home. The last thing we need is you two making a ruckus all over again."
Okita was going to protest, but his orderly suddenly dragged him off in a different direction and, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free. He had to settle for calling out to his sparring partner and hoping the boy was lucid enough to remember what he was about to say. "Should you need anything, I'm in M63~! Come visit sometime, hm?"
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Heiji struggled against Mr. Needle-to-the-Neck when he realized that he and Okita were being separated. So not cool! He was having such a good time... stupid orderlies.
"During the night? Suuure~ Sounds like a party! M' in M93, so we're like... thirty rooms apart! Multiples of three~ There's a connection there--it can't be a coincidence!" Heiji's orderly resisted the urge to roll his eyes, but the small part of Heiji's brain was slowly creating a mnemonic so that the rest of his logical side could recall and remember which room Okita was in. He wasn't doing anything that night, save wandering around by himself and trying to figure out where the hell he was.
"Hey, I won't be inta--inter... interruptin' anythin' important, righ'?" Heiji shouted as he locked his legs repeatedly, causing the orderly to growl in frustration and drag him under the arms. "Dun wanna crash a party without an invitation--'s rude!"