Day 30: Patient Library (Fourth Shift)

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While he waited for his bulletin board correspondant, Farfarello perused the library's offerings once more. There was no sign of any of the books he'd requested in the suggestion box but he wasn't very suprised that this was the case--even if, by some chance, the Head Doctor actually intended to grant any of the reasonable requests it still would probably take more than a day for anything to happen. The wheels turned slowly, in institutions, and there was no reason for a fake institution to be any speedier than a real one.

For lack of anything better, Farfarello pulled down the Histories volume of The Complete Works of William Shakespeare. A little Richard III would keep him diverted for a short while, anyway.

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[idolism]

Aidou wasn't willing to put up much of a fight anyway; sitting up with a bleary look, he twisted back into his original chair, dropping his feet to the floor and slumping down a bit.

He hid a yawn with the crook of his arm, less for manners, and more to hide the flash of his fangs. "Writing is the last thing anyone will remember from this place, so I wouldn't worry," he commented idly. Of course, someone like him couldn't really see the attractiveness of the idea--he was nearly immortal, would live a long, healthy life, and would have a perfect memory no matter how old he got. Extreme obsessions with memories, like Aoyagi Ritsuka and his pictures, was just weird.

Not that it mattered.

Pulling out his own journal and tossing it onto the tabletop, he made another seemingly absent comment: "In any case, I see you were foolish enough to go get yourself injured. You really don't like taking good advice, do you?"

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"It's fine, I was able to keep someone else from being hurt more." She thought of Sagara-san and felt that odd little flutter somewhere in the pit of her stomach. He was okay, too, wasn't he? He must've been, because he replied to the board post, right?

"If the person had been you, the result would've been the same," she shrugged and stood, one hand smoothing out her pants as a force of habit, the way she might smooth a wrinkle out of a skirt. "I'll keep looking for answers, Aidou-kun, and tell you when I find something, is that all right?"

[idolism]

He folded his hands in his lap, lacing his fingers. "You mean you would have helped me, or that I would have helped someone else as you did? Either way, I'd have to disagree and argue the point."

A wane smile crossed his face. He was sure he could have liked Miku whole-heartedly had this been a normal time and place; personality flaws could be overlooked when immersed in the rich, mysterious life of a noble vampire. Girls always wore their best faces. Here, tempers ran high. Especially his. Everyone's issues and shortcomings grated on his nerves. When it came to Miku's altruistic outlook on everything, he wasn't sure if he was perpetually annoyed with her, or if he liked her during the times she wasn't doing some dumb.

"Mm, don't let me keep you," he said. "Just to be sure, the name Kaname doesn't mean anything to you, does it?"

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"Yes, I would have helped you, we're... well, we're not quite friends, are we?" Miku sighed; Aidou could be so difficult. She took a long moment to think, had the priestess said something? She'd remembered seeing a man. But...


She shook her head, "And no, it doesn't. I'm sorry, Aidou."

[idolism]

"Sorry, Miku-chan, but you'll just have to settle for 'girlfriend' or 'passing acquaintance'," teased the vampire, wagging his finger. "I just don't support middle grounds." Miku was cute when she acted like he was a normal person.

That, and being light-hearted, even for a few seconds, was an odd way of keeping focus. The name 'Kaname' meant more to him than she would ever know, but he could already guess how it related to that tattoo priestess. The dreams he had... the someone who'd died had been a man named Kaname, of that he was relatively sure. It just showed that wherever Miku's knowledge came from--hard study, or visions, or whatever--his had been slightly different.

He didn't appreciate it.

"That's fine, don't worry about it."