Day 29: Music Room

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Quatre was thankful that his "name" wasn't called to be visited, but there was always the next shift. He knew he probably should have hunted down his comrades to see if they were safe this shift as well and if they could think of a plan to escape. It was strange being in captivity, Quatre had never been caught by OZ and when one of the remaining White Fang factions had attempted to assassinate him, the action had resulted in the deaths of many innocent politicians and bureaucrats; people who had families and who had honestly been hoping to do the best with the peace that Quatre and so many like him had tried so hard to obtain.

There were a few things that could completely take Quatre's mind off even the most horrible of facts, one of them was music. So when the nurse mentioned that he could go to the 'Music Room' he couldn't help but want to at least look in the room. There was an assortment of instruments for him to choose from. There were no classical pieces to speak of, but Quatre considered the fact that an attentive enough patient could use a number of the pieces of a piano to kill someone. That and you couldn't really use headphones on a real flute.

He ran his fingers over the electric keyboard before sitting down to it.

He had once told a good friend, Noin, that he played what he felt and at the moment his anxiousness was overwhelming. If he played at least a little bit of it, it might release from him, might take some of the pressure from his heart.

That, and it would be reassuring to be doing something he loved to do. He placed the headphones on his ears, trying not to allow his emotions to affect any of the patients that might enter the room after him, and started to play.

The sound was dulled, probably for safety reasons, but that was probably for the best. If anyone spoke to him he would be able to hear, even if he let the music that his fingers played with electrical sound take him away from Landel's prison walls.

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That was a natural question to ask, but a harder one to answer than Rinali could have known. It wasn't something Ururu was really sure of just then, if she was really okay or not. She didn't think she was.

"Um, I'm better." The best answer Ururu could give at the moment, or at least the most honest one. That counted for something, she thought. She was better than she had been during the first shift, certainly, and she had her friends to thank for it.

But now she felt guilty, because only then did Ururu realize that in the midst of all her tears, she'd completely forgotten to ask Orihime how she was doing. A look of concern came over her face, and Ururu could only hope that the older girl wasn't mad at her or anything.

"I don't know how Orihime is, though." Looking down, she confessed her sin, honest to a fault. "I saw her earlier, but I was really upset, so I forgot to ask. Do you think she'll be mad at me?"

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Rinali smiled. "Good," she answered. Better was always an improvement, after all. Sadly the girl still looked a little upset over something, but she wasn't going to pry. Some people were private, especially to nearly complete strangers, and that was fine. Not like Allen and his insistence that he keep everything private even from his closest friends.

She didn't know Orihime very well, had only met her last night, but she seemed nice enough. There was no reason to worry the poor thing needlessly, so she decided not to be completely truthful. "I'm sure she won't be mad at you," she said, still smiling warmly. "She was probably more concerned about you than anything, if you were so upset."

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Ururu would have been thankful if she'd known Rinali was nice enough not to ask about what she saw. Talking about Kisuke-san wouldn't have been easy, and the girl really didn't want to start crying again. It was bad enough that so many people were already worried about her. She didn't want to make things worse.

So instead, she kept in mind what Rukia said. Ururu would do her best, and trust Kisuke-san and Ichigo to rescue them.

And hope Rinali was right about Orihime. Ururu gave a nod at the other girl's response, since it made sense. Orihime was the kind of person who would do something like that, so Ururu tried to be less worried about it.

"Thank you." Ururu looked around, only now realizing that she'd wandered into a room with a bunch of instruments. She recognized Fai at the keyboard, but noticed Rinali wasn't playing anything. "Do you want to play a song, Rinali-san?"

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Ururu was adorable, and very kind for a little girl of her age. "Oh, I don't know how to play any musical instruments," she admitted. "The Black Order didn't give me a lot of time to really learn anything like that, but I like listening to others who know how to play. It's relaxing."

She smiled warmly to Ururu. "Do you know how to play anything?"

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"The Black Order?" Ururu had never heard of anything like that. Maybe it was a nickname for the Soul Society she'd never known. Their uniforms were black, so that might make sense.

Ururu shook her head when the question was directed at her. "I don't know either. I was following you." She looked around, however, to see who else was playing. "But it would be nice to listen. I like to listen to music."