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Day 30: Cafeteria, Breakfast
Hitsugaya woke with a start.
His entire body ached, but the pain was nowhere near as bad as it had been the night before. His injuries had been tended two with clean gauze and bandages, and he found every movement wasn't agony. He wasn't in the best of shape, but thanks to the miracle of landel's strange time distortion, he had mostly recovered from the vile poison without having to waste anyone else's talents.
And in his hand, still...there was the key.
He dressed quickly, sliding the key onto the key ring from his desk drawer and stuck it into his pocket. Whether the key stood to gain them anything or not, it stood as a vital reminder that they could succeed in this place. There was hope, as insignificant as it often seemed. They could beat this place.
That small shred of hope made getting up worth it.
The nurse who escorted him to breakfast was cheerful, and commented idly about how wonderful it was to see young Tommy Winters up and about again after his unfortunate run-in with a bad case of food poisoning. He smirked slightly, knowing that any lies the institute forced into their heads were only that: lies. He wouldn't buy it for a second. And on top of that, the concept of muffins sounded almost appetizing. While he still preferred his authentic Japanese cuisine, the food here was slowly becoming more and more bearable. He would have preferred a warm bowl of sweet nattou over rice over the mufffins, but they would do. The plain yogurt and fruit, on the other hand, was excellent. He piled his plate high with fruit as usual, and got several small bowls of yogurt as well.
Finding the most convenient table to the end of the food line, he took a seat and scanned for the new arrivals. New arrivals meant people who would be lost and confused. Renji did a good job of making a bulliten post last time...he should recommend abarai-fukutaicho do the same again this time.
[Waiting for Angel]
His entire body ached, but the pain was nowhere near as bad as it had been the night before. His injuries had been tended two with clean gauze and bandages, and he found every movement wasn't agony. He wasn't in the best of shape, but thanks to the miracle of landel's strange time distortion, he had mostly recovered from the vile poison without having to waste anyone else's talents.
And in his hand, still...there was the key.
He dressed quickly, sliding the key onto the key ring from his desk drawer and stuck it into his pocket. Whether the key stood to gain them anything or not, it stood as a vital reminder that they could succeed in this place. There was hope, as insignificant as it often seemed. They could beat this place.
That small shred of hope made getting up worth it.
The nurse who escorted him to breakfast was cheerful, and commented idly about how wonderful it was to see young Tommy Winters up and about again after his unfortunate run-in with a bad case of food poisoning. He smirked slightly, knowing that any lies the institute forced into their heads were only that: lies. He wouldn't buy it for a second. And on top of that, the concept of muffins sounded almost appetizing. While he still preferred his authentic Japanese cuisine, the food here was slowly becoming more and more bearable. He would have preferred a warm bowl of sweet nattou over rice over the mufffins, but they would do. The plain yogurt and fruit, on the other hand, was excellent. He piled his plate high with fruit as usual, and got several small bowls of yogurt as well.
Finding the most convenient table to the end of the food line, he took a seat and scanned for the new arrivals. New arrivals meant people who would be lost and confused. Renji did a good job of making a bulliten post last time...he should recommend abarai-fukutaicho do the same again this time.
[Waiting for Angel]
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"I had a bit of a difficult night." It wasn't as bad as it could have been--everyone made it out more or less in one piece--but he'd used a fair amount of energy on top of being injured. And then there had been all that tension between Kurogane and Fai... it had been awkward and unpleasant, and Subaru still wasn't sure what to make of it. He did want to check on Kurogane at some point today, though, and make sure the man was adjusting okay to life in this strange place.
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He glanced at Subaru's tray, noting what he was eating and how much liquids there was. That was quite virtually all he could do for now.
"Tell me about the night," he suggested as he withdrew his hand, propping his elbow on the table and his chin to his palm, watching Subaru. He was still wearing the smile, even warmer one this time, full of hidden meanings.
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Seeing Seishirou's glance at his tray, Subaru reddened slightly and made an effort to eat a little more. It was habit, as much as anything else.
And then came the question Subaru expected, but dreaded nonetheless. He wasn't looking forward to explaining what happened to Hokuto, either. But if he refused, Seishirou would just go drag the information out of someone else, so nothing for it, really. "I ran into a monster in the kitchen." No point mentioning that he had gone looking for people in need of aid, he'd just get scolded.
"Everyone got away eventually, but it was smart and fast, so it did a bit of damage first. It's not so bad, just my leg. But I used magic, and it wore me out." Minimal details were the best way to go--hopefully enough to satisfy Seishirou's curiosity, but not enough to get anyone in trouble.
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"I'm glad you had company," he said slowly, smile curving a bit deeper. If this Subaru was, how it seemed quite possible, younger version of the one Seishirou had know, he didn't know everything. And there were things he didn't know to be wary of. His tone of voice was friendly and warm, however. No use giving Subaru clues when he didn't need them. "Must have been quite a monster if there were several of you and you still had to cast a spell."
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"And the people who helped you?" he asked softly, but instead of hammering down any weight on the question, he looked away from Subaru, almost as if it didn't matter, which in truth it didn't. He let his gaze trail over the cafeteria, pausing on Hokuto, then on Fai, who seemed outright distressed. Quite the different picture than Seishirou had got from the young man.
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"Awkward?" he coaxed gently, picking up his tea cup and sipping slowly.
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"They were arguing, I guess. And I seem to have made it worse." Or the yelling only really started after Subaru put his foot in it and told Kurogane about the power reduction this place caused.
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"It's their problem, Subaru-kun," he said softly, knowing Subaru would never do something to hurt others, not willingly at least.
For a rare gentle moment, it was perhaps all too fleeting. That seemed to be the way world rolled in their cases, however. Yells, sounds of fighting, violence was breaking out in the cafeteria. It wasn't unusual for a patient or two to get themselves sedated, but this seemed like something else.
"We better move," he said, smile back on his lips, hand fishing out a piece of paper from his pocket to warp around his fingers before he started to stand up, keeping himself between the ruckus and Subaru.
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Subaru looked in the direction of the fighting--riot?--vaguely, but he couldn't see much around Seishirou's broad-shouldered figure. Standing up shakily he took half a step towards the fight, but eventually his head cleared enough for him to realise what a bad idea that was. Even at the best of times he wasn't much good with brawls, and the staff were swarming to it in numbers he could scarcely believe. "I... yes, we should stay out of the way... I suppose."
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"We should. You getting involved is not going to help any," he said sweetly. Eventually the nurses would probably take everyone to their rooms but for now they wouldn't be interested in them, getting out of the way and behaving themselves. Seishirou spared a moment to glance around. Maybe it was possible to... No, the exits were already heavily guarded. It was better just not get involved.
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How could this still be so confusing? Seishirou had murdered Hokuto. Had tried to murder him, only to be stobbed by Subaru's grandmother and predecessor. He'd spent the last year and more training and searching, hoping for a chance to kill this man. And yet... and yet, his heart continued to betray him.
It had to be the fever talking, making the close contact so shiversome and confusing.
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"How're you feeling?" he asked softly, ignoring the whole ruckus happening behind them. So much violence, so nearby, meaningless. The assassin had seen blood, struggle, the last intake of breath, last throb of heart, will, honor, last of everything, so many times it didn't taste anything anymore. He smiled, blocking Subaru's view to the fight.
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"I think you're exhausted," he all but purred, fingers reaching again for those insistent bangs that seemed fond of the act of veiling Subaru's eyes.
"And of course you're going to refuse the offer of leaning into me. I suggest you consider it it twice, however. If you wish to stay up the rest of the day, you should rest when you can. Not to mention tonight..." If there was any suggestion beyond stating that nights took a lot of energy, it was well hidden. Seishirou doubted Subaru would recognize it.