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Nightshift 30: M31-M40 Hallway

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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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Sai wasn't the best when it came to reading people. This had a lot to do with his own lack of emotions. He did best when reading those who were nearly as stoic as he was. He simply followed his orders down to the finest detail, that was all. When he lead a mission it was usually with others from ROOT, and they all had their goal as well as he did. Weaknesses weren't tolerated.

But there was always his brother, and Naruto, and others that he'd met outside of ROOT that had certain characteristics about them. Certain ways, and a certain innocence to them. Usopp had this. Mello did not. At least not what he'd seen so far. The way the man acted - he didn't seem frightened by him, even though he'd been pinned to the wall moments before. He wasn't nervous and he was already showing how confident of himself he was. He was ready to do business already. Sai was ready to regard him as he would opposition in a mission, but he shouldn't do that. Not here, where alliances were more important. He couldn't be so quick to judge.

"Usopp here likes to help others," he said, motioning to the pirate with a short gesture. "As his friend and ally, I help him. He is a craftsman. You are alone without allies. Usopp, weren't you looking for others willing to work with us?"

Mello didn't appear entirely trustworthy, no. But he had a hardness that his pirate friend lacked, and that could be useful.

Usopp kept staring at Mello's face. He'd noticed the visible edge of the scar, of course, but after enough time traveling with pirates it took more damage than that to really startle him. Instead he was looking at Mello's eyes, uncertain. He wished Luffy were here, Luffy was usually a good judge of character.

Except for when he was being an idiot. How good a judge of character was Sai? Well, they'd all gone charging into death slugs together, and that had turned out well. But maybe that was just luck. Usopp couldn't judge anything right now, he was... his brain was too weird. And besides...

But Mello was still standing there, and Sai had asked him. Usopp swallowed hard. "I have a lot of friends and allies," Usopp said first, and he realized it was true. It was almost as hard to list in his mind as the materials in the closet, but he cut himself short. "New ones are good too, though. Uh..." Mello was sneaking around and they just let him in and made friends? Was this a good idea?

It seemed like something Luffy'd do, but that really didn't help Usopp with 'good idea or not.' "Um. Most of my allies bring stuff if they want weapons... so I can make better stuff out of it."

Although Mello thought he'd done a decent job explaining away his unexpected arrival, he didn't understand why these two would be so trusting. Either he'd intended to rob them or he'd been stupid enough to go to the wrong door, and working with an idiot was even worse than working with a thief. At least a thief knew what he was doing.

Sai had said that helping people was their ultimate goal, so they might just be naturally kind people, but no one who could throw him against a wall and hold a shovel to his neck with such a calm expression was naturally kind. Usopp, maybe, though he still suspected that Usopp had been drugged. If he was in charge of everything, it didn't make sense for Sai to be the one cutting deals.

Agreeing to make weapons was...risky. He knew modern weaponry inside and out, but he doubted these two wanted him to design missiles. Usopp had mentioned gunpowder on the message board, and he was confident about his abilities there, but when it came to swords and knives, he was helpless outside of theory. Swords were extremely difficult to balance, if he remembered right, and even if he'd had the equipment he couldn't make anything more than a kitchen knife.

"It depends on what people bring," Mello finally said, then paused as he debated listing his abilities. Too many would make him sound like someone who spent all their time killing, but too few might make him sound incompetent. "I can work with chemical weapons and explosives," he compromised. "Some other stuff, if I have the right equipment, but I doubt I could get it here."

Chemicals and explosives? Wasn't that the sort of thing Usopp had been planning with the men who'd come by earlier? Sai had to keep his eyes from straying towards the basket they'd left behind. It seemed a bit coincidental, all told.

"Are you agreeing to work with us?" the ninja asked, expression neutral. "I admit the question was rather sudden." Well, that was one way of putting it. If Mello thought Sai trusted him, he was wrong. Sai didn't trust him at all, and he knew Usopp didn't either. But there were things to be said about choosing one's enemies. Should Mello betray them, there wasn't exactly anywhere he could escape to.

Oh god not another one!

The more people he met who had similar skills in the area of chemicals and explosives, the worse he felt. It was hard enough to put words to his nerves over being discovered when he was fully himself. And being discovered as what? It wasn't as though he were lying. Or he wasn't lying about that. But it seemed as though everyone was expecting so much of him and he knew he could make gunpowder in his sleep but people from the future or from other worlds probably knew all kinds of better stuff to make. Why had he wound up with the closet full of goodies and the people bringing him new things? Why had he been the one with the treasure?

They're expecting you to participate, it's your call too, isn't it? He wasn't sure. Was it? Sai had addressed him earlier, asked him directly.

"We have a lot of people who can work with explosives. We're not..." But he shouldn't turn the man away either if Sai wanted--what did Sai want? Usopp couldn't concentrate. Were they playing good cop bad cop? He made a really awful bad cop if they were, he couldn't do that role, Sai had to know that, he wasn't ready for anything subtle or... "We might work with you if you're good. And bring stuff too."

The more people bring you stuff the guiltier you feel, why are you asking for more stuff?! "But not bleach. Or eggs. We have those." Then he put his hand over his mouth in case his brain started wanting to go off on other things they had.

"I wasn't expecting it," Mello said with a nod, "but I'd like to make myself useful, and there's a lot I can do that most people here can't." Judging from the posts on the bulletin board, it didn't seem like chemistry was common knowledge. Distantly, he wondered why Artemis didn't do this stuff, and was extremely annoyed by the thought.

"Explosives are great, but there's a lot of use for things that eat away at something rather than explode," he continued. "Less deadly but more precise. And if there's some kind of lab here, I'm sure you could see the value of smoke bombs and toxic gases." There had to be something, if they'd found the ingredients for explosives. Mello looked thoughtful for a few seconds. If they had a well-stocked lab the possibilities were endless, and even if most of his knowledge was theoretical rather than practical, he was certain he had the skills to avoid accidents.

"I don't see how I have anything to lose by working with you," he added. "It's not like using what I know depletes my supply of brain power." Which reminded him. "I can't bring anything material," he said, "but I can tell people what we need."

"Unfortunately, I couldn't tell you if there is a lab. I know the janitor's closet on the second floor contains all variety of chemicals, but I haven't explored enough of the facility yet." It was a shame too, Sai realized. He'd have to perform some more missions simply involving reconnaissance. "The fact that there are 'doctors' here that perform experiments on the patients would lead one to assume that such equipment might exist, but I haven't seen it for myself."

Now that he thought about it, the large scar on Mello's face probably had something to do with his knowledge on explosives. It could be proof of his use of it, at least. Or misuse - the thought of which wasn't particularly promising.

Was Usopp nervous? He knew the pirate was struggling with coherent thought right now. Perhaps this was all too much for him to deal with. it was probably wise that he'd shut himself up before listing the contents of the closet again, but Sai wasn't too worried about Mello trying to sneak off with bleach and eggs.

Mello said he couldn't bring anything material. Most likely that meant he wasn't willing to journey off on his own into the night to find supplies when he wasn't very capable of handling himself physically. Another excuse would be that he already had plans, but that shouldn't be the case if he was actually alone as he'd said...

"You say you aren't any good at hand to hand combat, but are there any types of weapons you can use?" Usopp used a slingshot. Perhaps this man would be able to make do with something ranged as well.

"Upstairs." Usopp answered the lab question a bit belatedly. On his maps, there were things that he thought would have a lab. At least, "The chemicals're there. We could use glass beakers!" He'd forgotten about that, it was lucky the word 'lab' brought it up. "Or you can go to the kitchen." He'd done some of his best chemical mixing with kitchen supplies, back home. Sometimes on the Going Merry too, although if he got caught by Sanji it meant serious punishment.

Mello's statement about not having anything seemed obvious, unless he meant he wouldn't go get things. Now that wasn't a good attitude at all. Sai and Usopp and Luffy and Sasuke now and also a bunch of other people that Usopp couldn't remember had gotten hurt getting these things. Mello had to pitch in too. But maybe he didn't want to go without a weapon? Well, Usopp hadn't had a weapon at first either.

"The kitchen's good but don't go by the Sun Room, that's bad." Usopp adjusted his statement. "You can get frying pans too." Anybody could use a frying pan as a weapon, no matter who they were. He needed more frying pans...

"No weapons that exist here, apparently," Mello said with irritation. "Or so I've been told." He sighed and leaned against the wall he'd been pinned to moments before. Although he'd like to avoid traipsing through hallways filled with deadly creatures, he knew he'd eventually have to do so if he wanted to gain and keep the respect of other people here. He didn't like getting his hands dirty, but there were more important things at stake, so he'd have to learn to defend himself. He didn't see the point in going out to get supplies, though. If they were the only ones who could make something, they should be in an excellent position to barter. It was what he planned on doing, at any rate.

"I'm a fast learner, but I don't plan on going out there unless it's absolutely necessary," he said, sensing where this conversation was headed. "I'm not scared, but I don't see the point. There are people here who are good at fighting, and people here who aren't. I have a ton of useful talents. Combat isn't one of them. If I get myself killed, it should be making weapons, not using them. Which isn't particularly safe either." It didn't take a chess master to see the strategic value of specialization. Expecting everyone to be average at everything would be a waste of energy and only result in sub-par performance. So far, it seemed like Mello's knowledge of chemistry was going to be his most valuable talent.

"I agree," Sai said without hesitation. He had, in fact, thought it would be perfectly fine for Usopp to stay behind while he gathered supplies, as long as he knew what to get beforehand. It was helpful having him along to point things out, and he did know how to use a slingshot, but he wasn't about to force the pirate if he thought he'd be more useful staying put. "That's perfectly reasonable."

Perhaps he and Usopp could work together? His friend looked uncomfortable, so he wasn't going to suggest that just yet, but it would be something to keep in mind. Sai himself might have offered combat training if he thought the nurses would let them get away with it during the day. Sasuke had mentioned being unable to spar.

"What do you plan to do tonight, then?" There was still the matter of them being unarmed, and he wasn't sure how much of what they had in their stores they should disclose just yet.

Usopp didn't agree. Usopp didn't agree at all. He had nerves made of jelly and was probably weaker than even Nami but he still went out and did things sometimes, he didn't expect everybody else to bring him stuff. Heck, even Roy went out and did stuff sometimes, or Usopp thought so. Maybe not.

Well, anyway, if this guy was so great that he shouldn't go out at all, then he was too good and Usopp didn't like it. Usopp didn't like him. Maybe it was waking up so suddenly, and finding this guy here. Why would they give him something? He was probably going to rob them, or mug them, or whatever. They should take his stuff instead, except he didn't have anything.

Then again, if he really was bad at fighting, he probably needed help. Usopp sure needed help. And they did have things. But the things they had, he didn't want to give away. He didn't have spares tonight. Did he? There was the piping, the bleach, air freshener, the treasure, cans of juice, beautiful saltpeter...

"Right. What were you doing?" Just echoing Sai seemed like a safe bet for now.

Mello hesitated before answering. Claiming 'nothing' would be a mistake, since there was a chance they'd ask him to stay. He only had a few hours left to get tools and modify his radio, and although he was sure they were well-stocked, he couldn't ask to borrow anything. Knowing that he needed supplies would prove that he'd intended to rob them.

"I was looking for my room," he said. That part of his story had already been established, so he had to work with it. "In my notebook, I have a list of room numbers from people I talked to today, and-" Who would cover for him, aside from Misora and L? "I told Tamaki I would help at his clinic. I know a lot about medicine." Mello really needed to find more allies. "It's somewhere in this block, but I didn't want to knock on every loud door," he added, to justify passing it on the way here.

Tamaki had said that he needed to align himself with a group, but since there didn't seem to be much rivalry between the factions, it would be best to work with everyone he could. He wasn't worried about spreading himself thin; Mello knew he could do whatever he had to do. Once he developed a better understanding of the politics of this place, he could develop a more solid plan.

...for what? He frowned. Escape? Even if it were possible, and he was beginning to doubt it, what did he have on the outside? He'd finished with the Kira case. Although it was Near who would actually confront Yagami Light, Mello was confident that he'd done all of the important work himself. He could spend the rest of his outside life competing with Near for small scraps of victory, but now that he was dead, he'd had the final word and there was nothing his rival could do to change that. It was the best outcome he could have hoped for, and he didn't want to risk losing it.

Well, no matter what his end goal was (he had a feeling it would have something to do with that arrogant bastard Artemis) he'd need backing. Sai and Usopp would be important, especially since they didn't seem to be affiliated with one of the larger clubs. Although he'd only meant to use it as an excuse, it would be smart to work with Tamaki as well. Saving lives, or at least lessening pain, was a fast track to being appreciated by whoever you'd helped out. Plus, if Artemis publicly accused him of being a cold manipulator, he'd already have a reputation to the contrary.

"I want to work with you," Mello continued. "Obviously, I don't need anything in return. I just want to help this cause in whatever way I can. I've got a life to get back to, and I'd like to get back soon."

Speaking of which, he really needed to come up with a false life with siblings that died in a fire or something.

Sai narrowed his eyes, somewhat confused. He had come to this room trying to find his own and yet he was also looking for the clinic, which was two rooms over? It seemed odd that he would have missed it. Chances were this was a lie, but as long as Mello wasn't going to steal from them the reasons were none of his concern.

He also appeared to be trying to come across as a nice person now, when Sai hadn't gotten that from him originally. Then again, Shikamaru didn't come across all that friendly all the time either, but he'd stand by friends and village through anything. He wasn't any good at deciphering this sort of thing.

"The clinic is two rooms over in M35, if you intend to go there now," he supplied. They should be in no danger from Mello and could probably use an extra hand if offered. He didn't have any idea who this Tamaki person was, but he hadn't spent any time in the clinic yet himself. "If you do wish to go, I would speak with you again tomorrow."

Huh? Had he just said he was going to two rooms at the same time? That made absolutely no sense to Usopp, but tonight making sense out of things wasn't the easiest thing to do anyhow, and Usopp looked over at Sai desperately. Help! Sai wasn't really talking about it, was he wrong? Did he miss something where it made sense? Or was Sai pretending it made sense?

Was Mello drugged too? Or whatever it was? He didn't know, Mello seemed pretty smart. And he was offering to help. Help which of them? Usopp and Sai? But why? He hadn't just come in here to help, they didn't even know... uh, he didn't even know they were here!

Usopp's head hurt. And then Sai said something wonderful. "Tomorrow." Usopp nodded firmly. "We'll all talk tomorrow. Okay? Tonight's not a good night for it."

Perfect.

"I can do that," Mello said, assuming that they meant sometime during the day. He didn't know how long L intended to keep him busy, but he imagined that whatever he was eavesdropping on would be worth the time. "When?"

Hopefully, he still had enough time to finish what he needed to do. It shouldn't take more than a few minutes to modify the radio once he had everything together, and if worst came to worst, he could alter his own, give it to L at some point during the day, then steal a new one the following night.

"Breakfast, if possible. Unless you had other plans, Usopp?" Sai glanced back to his friend again. The pirate was willing enough to meet with the man under better conditions, and this was promising. He didn't want to mess up any arrangements he'd already nade with others, however. The men who's been there earlier in the evening, for example.

It had been rather quickly set up, this alliance with Mello. But it might be preferable to be on the same side as an unsavory character in this sort of situation, if Mello was that, rather than otherwise. It could be he really was as innocent as he was making out, and all the better for them if that was the case.

Breakfast. Breakfast. Did he have plans for breakfast? He didn't think so, but he'd said a lot of stuff earlier on the board, and it was hard to remember some of it. Usopp hoped he'd at least remember next time he was sedated to find a buddy and then ask them to keep him off the board, no matter whether gunpowder was being discussed or not.

"I think breakfast's okay." Usopp nodded. What if this hadn't worn off by then, though? Well, at least Sai would be there. Sai seemed to be agreeing with this guy a whole lot, but Sai had also had the guy against the wall earlier with the trowel to his throat. Sai would make sure nothing too bad happened, or that Usopp didn't say the wrong thing. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, to have someone else working with them too. Only this wasn't one of the people on the board, he didn't think. How many people were going to be in this now? And would he remember by morning? "Sure."

If all of the patients were as easy as these two, Mello would have this place under his thumb in no time. The fact that he'd been held at knife-point (trowel-point?) less than fifteen minutes ago had apparently been forgotten.

"Breakfast, then," he said. He wasn't completely sold on Usopp's usefulness, but if his suspicions were right and the young man had been drugged, all of that would change. Sai was competent, and with a little effort, Mello could ignore the twinge of annoyance caused by the flat expression. He preferred the fake smile to the stoicism...at least it meant Sai was trying.

With another small nod, he moved to the door and exited, not bothering to offer an apology or thanks. Either one would sound suspicious, given what had just happened. Neither of them trusted him, but if they were willing to work with him anyways, he might as well be consistent.

Once he entered the hallway, Mello didn't waste any more time thinking. There wasn't time. His instincts had always been right in the past, and they wouldn't disappoint him now.

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/308370.html?thread=25418898#t25418898).

Sai didn't stick his nose out into the hallway to watch and make sure Mello went where he said he would, but he listened with his back to the door. The footsteps reached an appropriate distance and there was the sound of the crowd within the clinic briefly as the door was open and shut. It appeared that in this case, at least, the blond had been honest. That was a good sign, though it still meant little.

Turning back to Usopp, the ninja smiled once more. "Sorry that your nap was interrupted. You can return to it if you want."

He felt too wound up, now. Too worried. The temptation to pace was strong, but instead he sat on the bed and swung his legs a little too violently.

"Sai." Usopp's voice was not quavery, exactly, but it was definitely unsure, testing. "I really didn't like that guy. How did he wind up in here? I was asleep. I didn't see it."

If he were ever in here alone, would someone just barge in like that? Well, maybe if he were thinking right he could find away to chase them off... but what if nobody was here? Would he have to make sure someone was in his room all the time? Mello sounded like he wanted to stay in a room all the time instead of explore, only Usopp thought if he left Mello here he'd wind up coming back to an empty room.

Usopp Factory had gone public so fast and he hadn't even meant to yet. He'd expected to have to post on the bulletin that... but he'd posted on the bulletin, and it didn't even take a "I have weapons" magic post, just blathering a little about explosive stuff.

People here were greedy. And scary. And he was a pirate; he knew from greedy and scary. "What'll we say tomorrow?"

"I heard him wondering around outside," Sai answered, still leaning casually on the door frame. "It sounded as though he was about to attempt entry, so I pulled him in first." Never lose an opportunity to have the upper hand. There was a small possibility that he wouldn't have actually entered the room, but judging from the man's reaction, that had been his intent.

As far as the morning meal was concerned, that would hopefully be a simple matter. "At breakfast we'll lay down the ground rules. He lost any potential to intimidate us with his reaction earlier." To intimidate Sai, anyway. He wasn't going to assume for Usopp just yet. "He could prove useful." The ninja smiled again. "If he doesn't, and attempts any harm on either of us, I will deal with him."

Okay, at least he hadn't gotten inside by surprise, so that meant... well, something. Usopp was starting to think he should write things down so he could remember to consider them later when his brain was on straight again. If that happens at all.

The idea that they could intimidate someone else was really cheering, since Usopp didn't often find himself in that kind of position, but he wasn't so sure. Mello hadn't seemed intimidated, just kind of bossy and rude. Maybe Sai could tell better, he had been closer. And Sai seemed stronger than Mello.

Maybe I'm stronger too. Or maybe Mello was bluffing and could really lift ships one-handed. But--Sai said he'd take care of it if Mello tried anything. Usopp huffed out a little breath as he thought, or tried to.

"We gotta keep guards now. For the room."

Sai "hmm"ed thoughtfully, taking a closer examination of the door. It would be so much more helpful if they knew how to lock it themselves. But even if they could, they didn't have a key. The mechanism seemed pretty solid in any case. "What we need is better protection for the room in general. Other human beings need not be involved."

If he had some of his regular supplies, as well as access to his own chakra reserves, he could have constructed a useful trap or two that might respond to his and Usopp's unique chakra signatures. However, that would be impossible with what little they had. Usopp had some good supplies, but they weren't proper ninja tools.

And it wasn't the bedroom door that needed guarding the most, in any case. "It would be better to safeguard just the closet. That way our room doesn't become a suspicious target straight away."

"I didn't put the main treasure in the closet, though. It was... it seemed like... people would look there first." Usopp scratched the back of his head. "People can break locks, right? And the closet is getting really crowded." His clothes were sort of piled haphazardly over the supplies for the most part. "Maybe... we shouldn't have it all together. Like, some goes here, some goes there..."

Which was good thinking, as far as he could tell, except he wasn't sure where 'there' was. Sai's room? But what if he needed something to work with? And they already were storing stuff there--or had they moved it back? He couldn't even remember.

"Inventory!" Like that list Captain Zelnick had shown him. "We need an inventory!" Wait... had they talked about this already? "So we can check. See if someone has..." What if someone had come in and stolen something? Would he even notice, in that pile of stuff?

He hadn't really taken notice of Sai referring to the place as 'our room.' It seemed natural; Sai probably spent more time in it than Sousuke did, anyhow.

Edited 2008-03-23 06:41 (UTC)

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