damned_institute | Day 29: Chapel

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Day 29: Chapel

Hiei didn't give a damn about religious services, meditation, or pretending to be social. The always sudden waking after night put him in a bad mood, this one particularly so. Even with Kurikara licking him like some perverted moron, the warmth the dragon provided was welcome in Hiei's bed, and missing when he woke, giving the surrounding air a greater sense of chill.

But the perfect thing to relieve his anger might just be making an appearance that morning, and that at least gave Hiei hope for a decent day.

Hopefully Kurikara and Kurama both would be clever enough to figure it out for themselves. Without hesitation, Hiei demanded to be led to the temple, taking a seat in one of the rear pews. Humans had a way of overdoing things, and this place wasn't really much exception to that. Granted Hiei's limited knowledge prevented him from realizing there were much more outrageous churches, but to the demon, the colored pieces of glass and polished wood seemed to be much.

It didn't matter, however. Either could be turned into weapons, perfect objects to slice into that damned head doctor's throat or bash in his skull. That was a thought worth grinning about.

[Feel free to pester. Just, uh, be aware that he's not exactly nice.]

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Finding himself once again in his bed in the morning, Kyon abruptly sat up. Reaching a hand to his temples, he stared around and tried to recall what had happened the night before.

The only thing that came to him was attacking Hikaru. His hand dropped to the bed before they were cupping his mouth. He'd really done it. The guy had came back to help him, and he tore into his neck like some kind of...

Monster.

Shaking the chills, Kyon got up and out of bed without much of a fuss to his nurse. He walked hesitantly down the halls, looking at how everything was seemingly back to the schedule, despite the horror that was last night. Kyon wanted to shudder at the thought of the night before almost as much as he shuddered at the thought of his experimentation.

His nurse left his side when they entered the Sun Room. Discovering the post for him on the bulletin, Kyon made a quick reply and soon made his way to the Chapel. He was hesitant about entering at first, remembering more vampiric lore, but decided to go on ahead.

Finding it having no effect on him, Kyon quietly took one of the pews and waited for Hisoka.

It wasn't long until Hisoka entered the chapel as well. He hadn't chosen this place because of lore or hopes to "vanquish the evil demon with the power of good" ~~if only things really worked that way, maybe he'd have a few more braincells and a bit more sanity to speak of~~. In truth, Hisoka had chosen this over the Sun Room mainly because last time Martin Landel had revealed himself, Hisoka had not been paying attention. This time, if there was a 'this time', the boy planned to study the head doctor rather than contemplate murdering a certain psychopath--as tempting as that was.

Catching sight of Kyon seated in one of the pews, Hisoka wasted no time in approaching with a polite nod. Vampire or not, the boy was lucid for the moment. The boy would take this as a sign that he wasn't always driven mad with hunger.

"May I sit?"

Kyon really hadn't been thinking about anything while he waited. He just stared a little off. He knew that if he started thinking, then he would just revisit the night before. That wasn't something he wanted to do just now.

And yet, there was the other guy from last night, the one who'd shoved them out the bus. He wanted to talk, and a small part of him was worried that this 'talk' would turn into something more violent.

But that polite disposition was enough for him to put aside his current suspicions.

"Sure, go ahead," He said looking at him slightly.

Hisoka nodded and seated himself in the pew as well. It felt as if it was longer than only a week since he had last been in here... The boy had to wonder where Kurama was and whether he was still living. The thought made Hisoka stop short at how casually it had been formed in his head. Was he really that used to death by now...?

Two years dead, one week trapped. Hisoka shook his head, scattering his thoughts--now wasn't the time.

"I never introduced myself," he said, turning his eyes back to Kyon. He wasn't beating around the bush and, yes, he did want answers, but there was little point to get hostile about it. Besides, what he wanted to know probably wasn't something the other boy would be comfortable talking about, so he might as well not do anything else to make things worse. "My name is Kurosaki Hisoka."

After Hisoka gave his name, the surname once again made him think of Kon. Wasn't his friend from his world named Kurosaki? He had to wonder where Kon was right now, it'd been a day since he'd seen him. Hell it'd been almost two days since he saw Haruhi. God, he really did hope she was okay. He was done being upset about her, right now, after the night before and the one before last, he just wanted to make sure she was still around and still her.

"You must have gotten mine from the twins," Kyon commented, remembering seeing it on the bulletin.

A few short moments, before Hisoka got a chance to continue, Kyon asked, "Is Hikaru okay?"

Hisoka nodded in response to Kyon's first comment, but gave no other response. There wasn't much he could say anyway, only that they had been calling for the other boy and Hisoka had heard.

"Shaken and confused, but fine," the boy replied, remembering the comment on the bulletin board. "Did either of them know what you are?"

Kyon felt relieved that Hikaru was at least okay as okay could possibly be after being attacked by some makeshift vampire. He sighed a little bit at Hisoka's question though.

"No, they didn't, but then," Here he gave a weak laugh, "I barely know what I am."

That last sentence was a hard thing for him to say, whether or not the boy next to him knew it. In the past he always at least had some consolation knowing that he was at least the human in the Brigade.

Now he couldn't even say that. Kyon continued on, "I've only been like this since the night before last."

Hisoka was quiet, he didn't know how to ask without feeling selfish. The other boy was barely two days into a whole new lifestyle and already he had bitten a friend (if not companion), if anything, he was struggling... and Hisoka only wanted to know if Muraki was involved.

Not selfish at all.

The boy crossed his arms and leaned back against the pew, a frown settling on his face. "You don't have to say anything if you don't want, but I asked you here because I wanted to know who was involved in the process."

There was a considerable amount of relief in Kyon's face as Hisoka asked his question. Kyon had so many scenarios about this meeting, about what the other had wanted, that it made him slightly ill getting to the chapel. This didn't involve him getting staked like in the movies, nor did it involve anything at all of the violent sort.

Unfortunately for Hisoka, Kyon didn't have much to answer the question with. "There was only one doctor that I could tell." He did his best to recall as much as he could from that night. "He did a good job of hiding his face most of the time, but for the few glimpses I got, it seemed generic enough. I didn't get a name."

He subconsciously touched the side of his arm where the injection had been made. "But he knew way too much about things he shouldn't have."

Hisoka's eyes darkened the further Kyon got into his explanation. No name, barely a description of appearance, but the asshole knew things he shouldn't have. Yes, that sounded like a certain psychopathic bastard the boy knew.

"Did he do any spells or rituals? And what did he sound like?"

"Spells?" Kyon shook his head. "No, nothing like that. The only strange ritual-like thing he did was file my teeth. Though, I'm sure that was added just to fuck with me." So that every time he looked in a mirror, he could see something to remind him he wasn't himself anymore.

"His voice wasn't anything special, other than the fact that it sounded like he was enjoying himself far too much for him to be a sane man." Kyon wondered if Hisoka knew the doctor that had fucked him up.

"If this is ringing a bell with you, let me know."

...The teeth filing sounded odd, especially when Muraki usually only tended to dabble in dark magic, but Hisoka wouldn't have put it past him. The bastard was all for mind games and fucking someone up and Kyon's comment on the doctor 'enjoying himself far too much for a sane man' fit the bill and paid the whole goddamn tip, too.

Hisoka nodded, forcing himself to take a deep breath to prevent himself jumping to his feet and hunting. Muraki. Down. "Sounds like a certain bastard I know, yeah. But by the sounds of it, there's plenty of assholes like him running around here, so I'm not sure."

"Mm." Well. It did give him some hope that maybe one day, Kyon could find the bastard that did this and beat his head in himself. The doctor's laugh still echoed in his head from time to time, mocking him as he tried to grasp his condition. Thankfully for now, the laugh was gone, and his thirst was no where near as intense as it had been the night before.

Kyon took a deep breath and asked, "So, was this really all you wanted to know?" He looked towards Hisoka, curious but at the same time, very even, "Because people are rarely nice to 'vampires' in the movies."

...What...? Hisoka wasn't sure if he had heard Kyon wrong or if all sanity had just seeped away from the conversation, but... What in Enma's name...??

The boy slowly turned his head to give Kyon a blank stare. "...The movies...?"

Kyon blinked a bit at his blank stare. He must not have understood what he meant. Man, if he explained it, it would definitely make him sound like some overly paranoid loon. If ...he didn't already sound like one of those.

"I just meant, for what you saw me do last night, you're being pretty calm and nice about it." He wasn't threatening the new vampire with his life or anything dramatic like that, at least not yet.

Hisoka frowned, he could almost feel his brain spluttering in attempts to start working again. The boy shook his head before holding up his hand in silent gesture for the other boy to be silent.

"First of all, it doesn't work that way." Hisoka had heard about some of those movies, even if had never seen any for himself ~~one small blessing for a strictly traditional family~~. "Secondly, you're not the first vampire I've met and finally, you did what you did last night out of desperation. If you were a loon or a sociopathic killer then I'd see no reason to be 'nice'." Hopefully Tsuzuki would never learn about this conversation, he's never let him live it down.

Kyon did stay quiet while the other talked. The points he made were interesting, and ...relieving. Kyon smiled just a little.

"Are there any other vampires here that you know of?" Kyon asked a few moments later. It hadn't crossed his mind earlier that there could be others here dealing with what he was. Hisoka made it sound promising. Maybe he didn't have to be so out in the dark on all of this.

Hisoka frowned thoughtfully. "A while back there was a mentioning of some on the bulletin board." At the time that had also been regarding someone having been bitten, there had been no further mention about it so the boy doubted this vampire was any different from Kyon. That or the bastard was really good at hiding the bodies.

"You won't find any easily, though, there's always going to be someone afraid of what they don't understand and 'vampires' easily make the list." Right below 'the boogyman' and 'that thing in the dark that should be a toaster, but let's not chance it'.

A sigh and Kyon casually put his hands behind his head. No he really didn't think finding another vampire, or at least finding someone who was similiar to him, would be an easy task. Kyon knew he had to tread carefully himself, knowing there were definitely some people here who didn't take kindly to casual blood drinking.

This was really more trouble than he'd ever wanted.

"I'm going to try and find Hikaru later today. Hopefully he won't try to stake me or anything." A vague attempt at humor even if he really was worried someone might do it to him before he left this madhouse.

"Doubtful," Hisoka replied, not catching the joke. "The most you'll have you worry about is him being afraid of you or him telling everyone." From what Hisoka had seen from the night before, the twins weren't all that different from normal boys from his own world. They both were panicking, none even remotely noticed the signs that Kyon was even struggling... Hisoka doubted either of them would really know what to do if they faced a vampire that was out for their head. The boy shook his head.

Kyon didn't say anything about the missed joke, instead he just nodded his head. No, he'd already thought about things from this angle. If it traveled around the institute what he was, no doubt he'd be mistaken as some monster in the halls.

That wouldn't end very well.

"I wouldn't blame him if he was afraid of me." A sigh and Kyon stood up from the pew. "I'll try to talk to him anyways." Kyon glanced around looking for a clock of some sort. After finding none in this room he gave a polite nod to Hisoka as if pardoning himself from the conversation. "Better do it now before they end the shift ...Ah, thanks for understanding, really."

If Hisoka had been confused before, then he didn't want to know what he was now. He hadn't lent an ear for the other boy's troubles and he hadn't offered a shoulder to cry on, so Kyon's thanks for 'understanding' was a bit odd. Did people normally thank others after being interrogated? Or for being forced to relive painful memories?

Maybe Kyon was a masochist...?

"I don't know what you're talking about." Hisoka stood and stepped in the aisle before Kyon could argue his point. It would only fluster the empath further and things were bad enough.

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