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] youlackmascara.livejournal.com 2008-02-14 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
No matter. He would of course be able to block every movement directed at him, Sharingan or no. Itachi continued his progress towards the door, sidestepping a nurse who was rushing into the fray. She looked to be holding something long and thin, but it was not important. Itachi turned his attention to the nurses and their assistants at the door. He would have to overcome them, but surprise was on his side.

Itachi rushed the door, landing a kick on the male assistant to the left, turning his attention to the nurses beside him before the man even hit the ground. One of them backed up in alarm as the other reached toward his shoulder, trying to stop him from leaving the cafeteria. He grabbed her wrist and twisted, throwing her against the door, but at the same time he saw hands reaching toward him, just at the edge of his peripheral vision. He spun, but he had not caught the movement quickly enough and had in fact misjudged its direction. Itachi had one moment of utter confusion at his incorrect estimation of the exact position of the two orderlies before he found his arms immobilized. He was just about to throw them off, attempting to gather energy within himself that for some reason was not there, when the nurse who had backed up dodged back in. His eyes snapped toward her, just in time to see her lunge at him with -- a needle? Itachi knew this would be dangerous, and tried to evade the implement, but the hands on his shoulders prevented his movement. Then came the slight prick of the needle, and within a few moments Itachi could not remember why he should try so hard to throw the hands off his shoulders.

Why. . . why did I not. . . why can I not. . . Itachi gazed blearily at the limbs whirling around him, unable to understand why he could not predict their direction. Why he could not block or evade their movements. Why he could not move with the power he used to be able to. Is this. . . is this what it is like. . . to be weak. . . Itachi had no time to delve into this possibility before something came over him and everything went dark.