Nightshift 30: M31-M40 Hallway

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[M39]

Being dragged away from ZEX mid-conversation was something of a mixed blessing. On the upside, it meant that Zelnick would have at least few minutes to regain emotional balance before spending the whole night with the guy....

Well, perhaps it was more of a mixed curse. Normally Zelnick didn't begrudge allies their oddities, but ZEX had this amazing ability to jump straight from normal conversation to oh-god-awkward innuendo-laden flirting, and Zelnick couldn't do much but hope that he'd keep away from the latter.

In any case, he paid closer attention to where they took him, this time, not just his room number, and he realized he was actually really close to Yuber's room. Wasn't that convenient?

Once he was in his room, he started to get ready for the night; skillet, knife, pestle, all loaded into the apple basket that had wound up in his closet, along with a couple pens and the radio (hadn't Yuber said it spilled hints at night?). This meant he couldn't take all the apples with him, so Zelnick wrapped them in one of the extra shirts and left them in the corner of the closet. All that was left was to get the flashlight, which he found under his pillow like he did last night.

Then the intercom clicked on.

So that was their lord and master, in this place? After spending the first night confused and the first day hearing the voice of the Head Nurse, he found that the guy sounded pretty sane, until he admitted to killing someone. "The man on the radio--" did he mean whoever was on the other side of the little antique, sending out hints? And the method of death sounded... frighteningly personal.

He unloaded the skillet from the basket and held on to it as the doors unlocked, and sat at his desk to wait for ZEX.

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[idolism]

It was almost ridiculous, prey and predator coming to some sort of agreement. Not that he minded Kyon being a fair pushover. It made his life easier, and with the situation like it was, the noble would hardly pass up 'easy' things.

"Don't look at me like that; you should already be grasping the gist of things." Wherein Kyon was under Aidou's authority, whether he liked it or not. "I'm going to let you go for tonight, because I have business of my own to attend to. But don't forget I can smell blood on your breath, so watch yourself. I'll be checking in with you tomorrow morning."

At least before Sasuke did.

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Kyon sighed, but in a good way. This was all starting to fit into his routine. He felt himself remembering his first month of senior high school, how crazy it had started off, but by the coming fall, Kyon had found that he was attached to how things became. Not by any means did this suggest Kyon was going to become attached to his vampirism or Aidou's pleasant, smiling face, but at least, he was becoming used to how things were working.

Which was fine by him, really. He liked things to move as smoothly as possible.

"I'll be good, promise. I'll see you tomorrow," Kyon said casually.

[idolism]

Aidou's body language spoke of nothing but aristocratic grace (and perhaps a bit of vampiric aggression), but he still met the small verbal parry with his own rejoinder. What with the exceedingly suspicious change in the tone of radio broadcasts, there was a lot of fresh material to occupy his mind--like how he perfected any other skill, the longer he spent convincing himself he could do nothing (immediately, anyway) about the past, the more he felt secure in the knowledge.

"Good dog. Don't let the sun fry you in the morning."

The first part was a true jab, the second a piece of vampire humor. A silly idiom for goodnights, like any human's, though consequently only sensible to those who woke at sundown and went to bed at sunrise.

He slipped out the door, making his footsteps utterly silent like a phantom's. Now that he was ditching the blind baggage, he didn't need to voluntarily make noise anymore.

_{[back out to here]}

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And there was Aidou's obligatory insult for the night (Also added in with anything he said to Kyon a bit earlier). That aside, Kyon was pretty sure Aidou could not match his rude comments with the ferocity that was Haruhi Suzumiya. It also accounted for how unaffected he was at the 'dog' comment. Being called 'Idiot Kyon!' 'Stupid Kyon!' 'You moron!' 'Hey, get over here and do this!' for the entirety of six months had prepared him for the worst.

After Aidou had taken his leave. Kyon was at a loss for what he should do for the rest of the night. He never had a free night before, he was always out and running around. Odd enough as that was, it was extremely dangerous, but, Kyon felt as if he was wasting something by not taking advantage of the free roaming denied of him during the day.

He paced a little bit before he sat down in his bed. He felt so restless suddenly. Standing still wasn't doing him any good, not with all the energy he suddenly felt. It must have been because of the blood. He was full and the night was still pretty young.

What to do, though? Kyon leaned back against the wall and suddenly found himself wincing. His back was still injured pretty bad, despite having ignored it for the last several days.

He could go see Tamaki about having it looked at, to make sure it wasn't infected. He hadn't seen Tamaki in a long time anyways, and he had agreed to help him with the clinic. Bailing on him about that had always bothered Kyon. Since Aidou was gone for the night, there was no harm in going two doors down to see him.

[and wandering off to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/308370.html)]