Day 31: Sun Room (Fourth Shift)

[screwthegods]

Though perhaps not entirely as successful as he wanted it to be, Homura walked away from lunch feeling satisfied with his efforts. Roland and Fai both had shown interest in the goal, and that was enough for the moment. Homura could be patient, had already been for five hundred years, and felt no harm in waiting another five hundred if he had to. He would have his goals realized, no matter what obstacles he faced, be they from the prison or those trapped within.

But now was time for business of a different sort, and the demi-god made his way to the Sun Room, near the common board. He made sure he could be seen from the entrance to the cafeteria, knowing that one stranger and one member of his own group both wanted to meet with him. It worked out well enough, especially given that the stated purpose of the History Club was simple.

Revenge and escape.

For now, Homura had no intention of revealing that it'd grown more complicated than that.

[Waiting for L and Junior]

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[i-promised.livejournal.com]

The woman he was watching was already so aware of his presence that Zoro figured he didn't have much more to watch her for. And she was watching him back, keeping an eye on him. She'd either approach, or he would. Later.

"Yeah? Well you're suspicious enough without it, you know." Straight-forward as always.

[degozaruyo.livejournal.com]

So the woman knew they were there. Kenshin wasn't surprised, really. In fact, he would've been shocked if she hadn't noticed. Any swordsman worth his salt would have.

"'Suspicious?'" The rurouni had been called a lot of things in his lifetime, but suspicious didn't usually make the list. Interesting. "Apologies. That wasn't this one's intention."

[i-promised.livejournal.com]

Zoro raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure." He supposed that the other could have been called something along the lines of "ordinary", hair color and scar aside. But suspicious was still suspicious. The more normal looking a person was, the more notable they were when they had that strange, subtle fighting aura. It was practically a rule among pirates; the bigger and flashier the opponent, the weaker and stupider they were when it came to the actual fighting.

The pirate was tempted to ask more about his seatmate, now that his attention was only partially on the woman swordsman he'd been watching.

"So what was your intention?" One didn't just draw attention to themselves without a good reason, right?

[degozaruyo.livejournal.com]

"Curiosity, perhaps?" Kenshin shrugged, still smiling. "You were watching her so intently. This one wanted to know why."

[i-promised.livejournal.com]

"Heh." Zoro wasn't going to explain himself without any prompting, though he smirked and closed his eyes with a slight sense of finality.

"Fair enough."

[degozaruyo.livejournal.com]

"So, Roronoa-dono," Kenshin started after a few minutes of silence, "do you know her? That woman over there. The one who's obviously got more than a passing familiarity with the sword-arts." He smiled, nodding towards his companion's calloused hands, and showing his own. "As do we both."

[i-promised.livejournal.com]

Zoro cracked open an eye and glanced in the direction of the woman swordsman, the first time he openly looked at her.

"No. I don't." He replied, closing his eye again. "Guess you could say I was just curious. There aren't a lot of women back home schooled to use swords."