damned_institute | Day 29: Cafeteria, Brunch

Aidou did as instructed, albeit with a fair bit of reluctance. However, standing would only make his fidgeting more obvious. Dread was never a good feeling.

"I've heard rumors that you can... recognize a person from a great distance, with whatever abilities you have." His voice didn't crack or shake or waver in the slightest, which Aidou took as a small blessing. Feeling distress was altogether different from showing distress--that was a lesson he knew well. Still, he didn't quite meet Renji's eyes. "I need that--or rather, if it's true, I need you to find someone. I felt it was... urgent enough to warrant a sudden meeting like this."

Talking was the easy part. Explaining the what and how and why was a small bit of a denial, a way to keep from fully focusing on the consequences. Of what it would mean if it was possible and if there was a confirmation.

Aidou blinked, realizing he'd trailed off somewhere, and abruptly shook his head. "Of course, like I said: if you can do it, it'd be a favour! I don't leave loose ends. I'd pay you back."

"I can track peoples' souls," Renji said. "If I've met them." He had to know what he was looking for, first, otherwise it was just one more line in a tangle of unfamiliar spirits.

Just on the principle of it - not out of sympathy for Aidou - he felt a little down about it already. He had a feeling more and more people would be asking the Shinigami to do this, as their friends came and went. It was a feeling he was familiar with. And no one liked losing people. Apparently not even bitchy little trolls like Aidou.

And it seemed that Ichigo had vanished again. That put things a bit closer to home as well. He voiced none of those thoughts, showed none of them on his face.

"Who are you looking for?" he asked, then said, "I'll keep that in mind." He would do this for almost anyone, and for free. He didn't believe in charging or however people thought of it. But he had to admit, after butting his head with Aidou as many times as he had, it wouldn't hurt for there to be a slight debt between them. Maybe Aidou would be less insufferable, then.

...he kind of doubted it.

"Even if trouble doesn't find you first, you find it. But you're more than able to take care of it. That's a given, Hanabusa. And whatever you can't handle on your own -- for whatever reason -- I'll be around. Here or home, or wherever we happen to end up."

He hesitated for a moment, before finally saying, "We're relatives."

He couldn't even say for sure when he thought Akatsuki had gone missing, because he'd been foolish enough to first let his cousin wander off to nap on his own, and then finally to fail and locate him during the night. Too busy participating in needless scuffles with those birds. He hadn't even spotted his cousin once, not once. What he should have done was search him out as soon as the sun rose! Why had he waited!? Some kind of sick irony that he felt worlds more stable the morning Akatsuki went missing. Prisoners that slipped away when no one was watching and were never seen again didn't ring sympathy Aidou. Still didn't. He didn't know them, and they weren't one of his.

But Akatsuki was. Akatsuki was a vampire he'd grown up with, family, and now he was probably dead or worse.

Aidou leaned forward, rhythmically curling and uncurling his fingers in the fold of his right sleeve. The pressure of his fingertips against the healing gash hurt. "Would it make a difference," started Aidou, lowering his voice both to mask the slight quaver in his tone, and to quell any eavesdroppers, "if I was confident we would look very similar? We are the only two of our kind here. Would that effect anything?"

If it didn't, he needed a plan, not just a contingency. He knew Akatsuki was in danger, knew probably that it was too late, but he need to know: the who, where, how. How he was taken. How Aidou was supposed to find the answer when everything he thought of was a dead end, and he was all by himself. How he was supposed to help his own blood when he himself was weak and squirming.

"It feels like I've been here for longer... But I am here. Five days, a month, a year ... I'll do my best to find you."

The explosion had been long coming, and when Aidou finally erupted he slammed his palms on the tabletop, half out of his chair. His cheeks felt hot, but still... still nothing came out of his mouth. Squeezing his eyes shut, he hissed out a breath. It felt like choking. His cousin was beyond reach, no doubt, and he knew it.

"I am gifted, you know. I have a genius IQ, and I'm resourceful," Aidou said finally. "But I can't think of anything." The statement was overwhelmingly simple.

Renji had been thinking in that direction himself, considering the longer he sat near Aidou, the more he was reminded that the boy wasn't human. He didn't bother fighting about credit for the idea. Even in this case, he was just too tired. He was also too tired, in too much pain, to react to Aidou's statement about his IQ, his little tantrum there. That, he could put down to worry and the like. It was natural enough.

"No one can," he said. He took his time leaning forward, moving like an old man, and settled his forearms against the table with care before bowing his head. This would take a while, and he was already tired and aching with every nerve. This sort of thing, though, was more important than his aches and pains.

It took more concentration than it should have to see the spirit threads. He took his time examining Aidou's, then began methodically sorting through all of the other patients, noting absences, and so many new souls. All the while, blood pattered down from his nose onto his folded hands steadily.

He didn't know how long it took; when he finally let the technique go, his head was too heavy to hold up, though he had thought to cushion it with his arms. He swallowed hard against a moment of extreme vertigo and nausea, where the only thing he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears. It was far faster than he would have liked.

"Three," he said thickly. "Two other than you."

He pressed his lips into a hard, white line as Renji quieted down and began. Let it be said that bleeding in front of an agitated vampire was not the safest course of action; though he had no intention of feeding off someone like Abarai Renji, now or ever, the thrum of Renji's heart and the blood on the table served to remind Aidou that his impromptu starvation diet just wasn't cutting it. Not for boosting his healing, nor keeping him healthy. Touching one bandaged forearm, he sat down again, sighing softly.

What, precisely, Renji was doing, Aidou didn't know in the slightest--ever needing to rely on foreign powers, ever having to believe such things even existed, just wasn't something he considered--but it was a great tax on the body, that was for certain.

Searching out 'souls'... Something only Akatsuki would be interested in, no doubt.

He kept his mouth shut all throughout the process, and even when Renji gave him a number, he kept staring at the wall. Staring at the blood wouldn't lead to anything good. Eventually, when he thought Renji's heartbeat might start slowing, he ventured, "Thank you for looking. But are you able to tell where they are?" Three was already the wrong number to Aidou, but revealing his frustration by questioning how effect such an ability was would get him nowhere. Aidou had already made it clear he wasn't human, and any more than that would be too much information.

Renji didn't look up. He felt like his skull was going to fall apart if he moved. "One of 'em is in this room," he said, waving one hand vaguely in the direction the thing had been coming from. He hadn't gotten that precise about it, just looked to see what it was. "The other one's not. I can't say more than that unless I grab the thread and follow it. Not something I can do right now." Other than the certainty that the nurses would stop him, there was also the fact that he didn't think he could stand and grab one of the threads, let alone follow it at the moment.

"You're kind of like Hollows," he murmured, vaguely bemused. It was enough of a difference that he wasn't going to get in an uproar about it; it was more of a feel than anything else. "All twisted up out of hunger. But I doubt you're going for souls, or you'd see them on your own. So what is it you do eat?"

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Allen carried two more trays of food carefully as he approached the table where Renji and the blonde boy were talking. He wasn't sure what they'd been talking about, but the boy looked... upset? Angry? He wasn't sure, but it looked like Renji had a really bad nosebleed. It'd dripped down his chin and dotted his arms here and there.

"Renji?" He set the heaping trays down on the table, grabbed some of his napkins, and held them out. "R-renji, you're bleeding, are you alright? Should... should I get a nurse?"

The other boy he hardly seemed to notice, save for sparing a moment to give him a dirty look, as though he might be the one responsible for this. Maybe it was just Allen's imagination, but Renji seemed to spend an awful lot of time with his head down in the cafeteria.

Aidou shifted again, frowning. In the cafeteria? His practical side told him he shouldn't have expected anything definite, and should be glad that there was still a possibility of Akatsuki being alive... But then there was his impatient, worried, and aggravated side that just wanted to bite someone. Or demand that Renji stop wasting his energy on other things, rest up, and then follow Aidou's wishes. Not knowing thoroughly upset Aidou more than anything, but there wasn't much he could at the moment, now was there?

It was both good and bad luck that Allen Walker approached when he did. It saved Aidou from answering Renji's inquiry, but it also made him want to slam the ugly brat's face into the table. And keep doing it until he started snivelling. He hadn't forgotten their earlier exchange. Then the kid shot him a look, and his bloodlust spiked. Aidou returned the reception with a cold glare of warning, dangerously inhospitable. His eyes were just barely retaining their normal cast, one step away from shifting to the unnatural mercurial state of a vampire ready to harm.

Needless to say, he didn't let his gaze linger. Damn everything.

"Another time, maybe. Thank you for the help; I'll repay this debt when you wish," he said to Renji, sliding out of his chair. There was no reason or desire to stay any longer. "Though I'd appreciate it if you kept the specifics of this meeting to yourself." It was hard not to look at Allen when he said it. It had less to do with what Aidou had revealed himself, and more to do with... keeping Akatsuki's disappearance to himself. No one knew them here, no one cared whether a vampire went missing, and it was only Aidou who felt the loss.

And if Renji was correct, now he had something else to consider on top if it all.

_{[bowing out and going here]}

"'m fine, Allen," Renji said, though he did reach out an unsteady hand to carefully take the napkins, using them to pinch his nose shut. "Nurses are trouble." Head down, he missed the dirty looks between the kids, and that was probably for the best.

"No reason to report on it," he said. It had been a personal thing, after all. Though he was planning on talking to Hitsugaya, to find out if they had any idea what the hell Aidou, and the other two like him, were. Anything that hungry made him a little prickly; hungry things eventually ate. "We can try again later." When he wasn't already sick and pathetically weak and in pain.

He was a bit surprised, though, that Aidou left as quickly as he did. Well, considering the kid's attitude, maybe it wasn't surprising. Renji really wasn't at his most useful, and it wasn't as if they particularly liked each other.

"You okay, Allen?" he asked.

If the other boy's glare bothered him, Allen didn't let it show. He was almost as obnoxious as Kanda and that was saying something. The eyes were strange, though he wasn't really one to talk, but there was no mistaking what the look meant. He waited for the blonde to leave before he finally took a seat across from Renji.

"I'm alright," he said, startling slightly after realizing Renji had asked him a question. It took him a moment to remember what the standard answer ought to be. "Ah- I ran into Rhode. Or more accurately, she decided to pay me a visit. You seemed busy so I didn't-" he began, trying to explain as best he could. "Well, I didn't say much, but I had thought perhaps you and I might speak with her. It seems I've come at a poor time though. Are you alright? That boy, he didn't... do anything, did he?"

He probably would have been annoyed if he hadn't been dealing with the headache. "You should've come and gotten me," he said. As far as he was concerned, this whole Rhode issue was the priority, since she was an imminent threat. If Aidou's friend was dead or missing, it wasn't like that was going to change in ten minutes. But it hadn't worked out that way. "Not like you can change it now, though." He slowly sat up, nose still pinched shut. "Yeah, let's talk to her. Just give me a moment 'til my nose stops." It was annoying. And it was also sad, how acquainted with mortal infirmity he was becoming. "What did you say to her already?"

Allen sighed quietly and shrunk in his seat when Renji berated him for not coming sooner. "I know. And I assure you, had you been keeping company with near anyone else, I would have been quick to do so."

He pulled his first tray nearer, munching on another hamburger between breaths. "But I am... ashamed to admit that he and I had a minor disagreement the other day. I nearly lost my temper and I didn't wish to create any more tension between us." Allen glanced off the way the other boy had left. "Though I seem to have failed at that as well."

He shook his head as if to brush those feelings away just as quickly, concentrating instead on the pile of wonderful food right in front of him. "My apologies, I don't mean to trouble you with such things, but I'd rather you not think I was hiding anything."

He coughed, "A-ah, anyway, we spoke only briefly. She said... that I... killed one of her family members." His expression became worried, "but that just isn't so! I wouldn't- I..." He took a breath to collect his thoughts, "I know that you and your men would keep your word, but I don't know if I can make the same promise of mine. The Noah are our enemies. Even here, it doesn't change that." Not only that, but hearing that people were going missing around here didn't set well either. Or that Ravi had gone and attacked a group of innocents! This place just... didn't make sense at all sometimes.

"Aidou's a self-absorbed, blue-blooded, childish dick that thinks the world owes him whatever he wants," Renji said. "Don't let him bother you. He's an asshole. So don't worry about it too much, okay? What was he on you about?" Because there were a couple options, he figured. Either Aidou had wanted something that Allen hadn't wanted to give him, and thus there'd been a tantrum, or Aidou just thought Allen was a fun target to pick on.

"If the Noah things are your enemies, then you shouldn't let the bitch make you feel guilty for doing your duty," Renji said. "Duty comes first. Protect the humans, right?" He shrugged one shoulder. "If your people decide to take her out, that's fine, and we'd help if asked. Remember, the only reason we're even doing this is because you wanted to give her the chance, Allen. Is she changing your mind?"

Allen was hesitant to say much more about the situation. It was humiliating enough as it was, and repeating it only made him feel like a childish tattle-tale, regardless of how nice it was to hear Renji call Aidou those filthy names. "He demanded information and deemed me a... coward for not imparting it." He summarized, cheeks flushed red, partly with shame, partly with anger that the boy had suggested it in the first place. "A-at any rate, it's over and done with."

Renji's next question was a little more surprising. Did it really seem that way? "N-no! That's- I mean... you're right... duty comes first, but- I just- I still want to give her a chance. Everyone deserves that much." It was just such a difficult conversation to have, made him feel like the bad guy.

"Huh." Renji wasn't sure what exactly Aidou would be demanding of Allen, but it was an amusing thought. And he actually liked the confirmation that Allen did, indeed, have a spine. "Okay, then," he said. If Allen didn't want to talk about it, there was no reason to yell at him this time. This wasn't information that had anything to do with keeping people safe, even if he was really curious.

He stopped pinching his nose and took an experimental sniff. It seemed okay. He'd gotten a glass of water along with his tea; he dipped the clean bit of the napkin in the water and started cleaning off his hands as best he could.

"How many chances have you already given her?" he asked.

It was something of a relief when Renji stopped asking questions, about Aidou at least. Allen would consider the matter resolved if he never had to speak to the boy again. It had only gone as far as raised voices and there was no real need for it to go further than that. Not if they stayed out of one another's space.

Allen looked forlornly at his last piece of chicken as he thought the question over. How many chances? It wasn't as though he was asking that they treat her as a friend, or even as someone they might trust! Frankly he would be relieved to see her locked up for a good long time to reflect on her actions. But since that wasn't a possibility... "She gouged out my left eye. Ordered the Akuma to drive stakes through my arm and nail me to a wall. She... hurt Rinali." He wasn't sure why that part of it upset him far more than his own injuries. "She destroyed one of her own Akuma. If they're not destroyed by Innocence, they... can't be saved. I don't know if she's directly responsible or not, but with the others of the Noah clan and the Earl, they've killed many of our people." He paused, "Maybe you're right... and maybe she doesn't deserve another chance. But foolish or not, I just... I can't condemn her to death."

Renji frowned, and the expression only got worse as he listened to the list of things that this Rhode has done. "How many chances does one person need?" he asked. "Most of us get no chances from the world. And what chances has she given the people she hurt?" He picked up his cup of tea, taking a careful sip. "You have a good heart, Allen, and I wouldn't change that about anyone. But if you insist on this, then this is the last chance. Some things should not be forgiven." And oddly enough, what bothered him the most (beyond the whole gouging Allen's eye out thing) was Rhode destroying one of these 'Akuma' so it couldn't be saved. Perhaps it was drawing too much of a parallel, but as a Shinigami that bothered the hell out of him. "Every chance you give her, it is her decision to not take it, not yours."

The bible would say he ought to forgive many more times than that, but when it was his friends who were in danger, it was very difficult to stick to that. Not to mention the bit about not killing was fairly... specific. "I understand that, I assure you. I'm very thankful for the chances that I've been given, small in number though they might be."

He poked at the last remnants of his food on the empty tray. "She could have killed us that day." It'd taken weeks just to recover from the injuries they'd sustained. He'd been unconscious for a good three or four days after. Didn't even remember anything between collapsing in Miranda's tiny living room and waking in his hospital bed.

It was a long moment before he slowly rose from the table, his mismatched eyes full of worry. Renji was right, in every way that was logical. That was what made the decision so difficult to make in the first place. "I do understand," he said finally, "I'm ready."

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Allen sighed as he took a chair where they'd been sitting. "That didn't go as well as I'd hoped," he admitted, "but thank you for making an effort." He glanced back at the table where Rhode sat, praying there wouldn't be some kind of retaliation later for the incident.

Renji sat down slowly, easing into the seat. He'd only started picking at his breakfast; it was cold now, but that didn't make the rice taste any less good. He started eating again. "I think you're an optimist," Renji said. "But it's in her hands now. She's got her warning." He picked a slice of melon up off his plate and offered it to Allen. "That's about all you can do. Try not to worry about it."

Allen took the piece of melon and ate it slowly, since there wasn't much else in sight. He smiled his thanks and nodded; there were plenty of things here that he could occupy his mind with to keep from worrying, but he had a feeling it would still be difficult.

He gave a weak sigh, "I'll try."

There was something else he'd been meaning to ask about as well, since Renji did seem to know a lot more than he did about this place. "Um... I hate to trouble you further, but... I heard that people go missing here sometimes and um... I put up a bulletin, but there three of my friends that haven't answered it. One of them... a boy answered in his place, he said... that he'd seen Ravi last night, but he was wearing his old uniform and acting really strangely. Do you think maybe..." Allen's brows were knit together in concern, "I know he wouldn't be working for them, but... it can't be as he said, Ravi wouldn't hurt anyone like that. I keep thinking that maybe he escaped, if he really had his Innocence back."

Renji frowned. "People disappear all the time," he said. "I knew one that came back. But he didn't remember anything that he'd done here. And he remembered more stuff from back home than he had before." He shook his head. "I just know when they're gone, I can't find their souls any more. Which normally means they're dead, but maybe not in this case." He considered the rest of what Allen had said. "If he was just wearing his uniform... well, I found my uniform in my room last night, and that might've happened to other people. But if he had his weapon and was fighting the other prisoners... well, that happens. Every other night. They take some people, do stuff to them, and for that night they work on Landel's side, whether they want to or not." He stopped for a minute, staring down at his plate, his lips compressing into a thin line. No, he wasn't going to think about it. He gave his head a short, sharp jerk, then looked back up at Allen. "So it's not his fault, if that's what happened. On the nights they don't do that, that's when they take people up to that hallway and torture them."

He paled slightly, feeling sick just at the thought of so many terrible things. Ravi and Kanda and Miss Emily might be gone, might even be dead. And it sounded like Ravi had most certainly been taken and made to work for the institute. It was appalling to say the least. He wouldn't be able to stand it if it. He just hoped that if it were ever him, the people would have the sense of mind to run as far and fast as they could in the other direction. Or perhaps he'd be lucky enough not to remember it the next day, like the strange gaps in time from one day to the next. "But what happens to them after? I haven't seen him at all today." He glanced around the lunchroom as though to re-affirm his suspicions.

He remembered Renji mentioning the ones they took for their horrible experiments and torture. He remembered all too well when they'd come to take his roommate Sasuke. If he'd only known what it was they were taking him for, he could've put up a fight, done something to keep them from taking the other boy. "Like the night before last," Allen said quietly. "Isn't there anything more we can do about it?" Ravi and Kanda were strong, but Miss Emily? As far as he knew she could barely even defend herself. What if one of the monsters had got her? Or even Rhode? The two had seemed to have their disagreements and there was no way to be sure.

"After, far as I know, they wake up in their room and go about their day. And they remember what they did, at least some of it." That was pretty much the worst of it, he thought, the cruelty of people remembering their inability to control or fight against what they were doing. "So he should be around. He might be sleeping it off or something, though." Or too ashamed to show his face, but Renji wasn't going to voice that thought. He didn't know the guy Allen was talking about.

"All we can do is try to get them out of the rooms, at least let them know they weren't forgotten," Renji said. "The way to stop it is the same way to stop all the shit here. Kill Landel, destroy this place, escape." He frowned. "They take people out of their rooms, once we've been locked up for dinner. The rest of us don't even know until someone tells us. Though at least now, since we're in rooms with other people, someone does know." He shrugged one shoulder. "My first couple nights here, we were in rooms by ourselves."

"Maybe," he said, though there was some hesitation. Allen still appeared troubled by the news, but at least there was the chance that Ravi was still here. Kanda on the other hand, he hadn't seen the other boy at all, only heard that he was there from Ravi. Not that he wanted to see Kanda's face in the slightest, but he wasn't going to wish some awful harm on him either.

It sounded really difficult, Allen thought, to have to keep track of all of those things at once. How were they supposed to defeat Landel if he kept all of them busy at night rescuing their friends? It wasn't fair at all! Of course, that was probably the point, but it was all so frustrating! "Oh," he commented without much enthusiasm. Strategy had never been his strong point, so he didn't have anything to add. Renji and the others seemed to at least have some kind of plans and organization working for them.

He mulled it over, trying not to think about how bleak their situation was becoming and concentrate instead on how they were going to overcome it. His face lit up for a moment as he remembered the last thing he'd meant to ask about. He wasn't sure if Renji would know or not, but he was one of the best sources for information so far. "Ah- There was one other thing," he finished the melon and set the rind aside. "Do you happen to know what a... telepath is? I've never heard that word before, but someone on the bulletin mentioned it." He wasn't about to bring up what it was in regards to, but he couldn't help that his cheeks pinked slightly at the thought. Him! Wooing Rinali? That was just- He was only sixteen and- It wouldn't really- She was such a nice girl and- Allen took a quick drink from his glass and hoped Renji hadn't thought the question too strange.

Day 29: Cafeteria, Brunch

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