ext_201968 ([identity profile] whiteychan.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2008-02-09 03:17 am

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]

[identity profile] totallytheseme.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
Hikaru responded by tickling Kaoru in the only place that his brother was ticklish--his right side (Hikaru's ticklish spot was his left side). "Fiiiiiine," he sighed, "I promise."

Life was so hard.

"Yes, yes he does. Let's make that today's goal."

[identity profile] hangenki.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 11:27 am (UTC)(link)
Kaoru squealed and squirmed and tried to break free as he was tickled.
"N-n-noo-no-noo-hoo-hooo," he wheezed, tears coming to the corners of his eyes. He attempted to fight back, but Hikaru won most of these fights. And he was sure he only won the odd few because Hikaru LET him.

Once his laughter died down and he wiped his eyes, clutching his side with the free hand, he cuddled his twin. "That's why I love you so much. You think just like me."

[identity profile] totallytheseme.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"I should hope that we think alike," Hikaru replied sagely, though the effect was somewhat marred by the fact that he was still grinning from the tickle battle. "I've been stuck with you for the past fifteen years. It would make me a bad twin if I didn't know exactly what you were thinking."

Taking a look around, he spotted Tamaki and smirked. "And there's our Idiot Lord now, with that blond guy. Shall we go over to meet him, or leave him be for the the time being?"

[identity profile] hangenki.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Geez, stick the knife in deeper," he sighed, playfully. It wasn't HIS fault he thought Hikaru would hate him. Besides, if the tables had turned, Hikaru would surely have acted the same!

Kaoru looked over towards Tamaki and groaned. "Another blonde? Let's give him breakfast. Next shift, we attack. I wonder if they'll let us in the Library for some study time?" he winked.

[identity profile] totallytheseme.livejournal.com 2008-02-10 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Milord certainly seems to have a thing for them, doesn't he?" Hikaru observed. "I wonder if it's genetic." At any rate, he wasn't too concerned. If Tamaki was into blonds now, that was his prerogative...and it left Haruhi wide open for the taking.