Day 31: Sun Room (Fourth Shift)

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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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Rangiku opened one eye a crack when she felt the couch move beneath someone else's weight and she glanced over at the other end. A frown appeared on her face when she saw the man, looking to be in distress.

She sat up, leaning towards him with a concerned expression. He looked young too. Too many people here were so young. "What's wrong?" she asked. Asking if he was okay seemed rather pointless when he looked like this.

[misterprince.livejournal.com]

And for the second time that day there was a friendly woman asking about him. If not for the overwhelming negative aspects of this condition, he might not have minded it so much. He glanced up, lowering his hands into his lap and offering the woman a smile. It would only be polite of him to -- holy shit what a cup size.

The chef swallowed, face turning a deep red. "It's nothing! Nothing at all. Just got a bit battered up last night, that's all. I'm healing well." There was the fever as well, but he was sure that was going down too. Hopefully by nightfall it would have run its course.

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Well, that hadn;t been quite the reaction she'd expected, but she was sort of used to it by now.

Rangiku snorted in disbelief at his rather weak explanation. "I don't think getting battered a bit tends to leave people looking like you just did," she said sternly. No, there was more to it than that.

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He didn't really look that pathetic, did he? Sanji waved off the concern, grinning. "Just been... moving around too much. I ate lunch, so that'll help." AS long as he didn't jerk his head around too quickly, of course.

"What about you?" He asked suddenly. "You were looking tired before I arrived. Did you have a rough night too?" Perhaps she could use a bodyguard. The chef would be more than willing to fill that role again.

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"Well, if there is anything more serious that needs healing, I might be able to help," Rangiku replied, her lips in a thin disapproving line. There was no sense in suffering if the injuries were bad. Especially if there were internal problems that the nurses didn't realise.

She smiled in response to the question. "I had a rather good night for this place," she replied, with maybe a hint of smugness about it. "I just like naps. A lady needs her beauty sleep after all."

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"Oh yes, definitely!" Sanji agreed to the last comment with a goofy grin. "Nothing wrong with that! ...Not that someone as lovely as yourself needs any improving!" It was always important to watch what you said after remarks like that. He didn't want to accidentally anger the woman.

"And I wouldn't want you to expend too much energy on my account," he added with a careful shake of his head. "I've taken worse damage before."

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Rangiku chuckled softly, raising a hand to her motuh to cover her smile. He seemed like a sweet kid and a little harmless flirting never hurt. "Mmmm, shame my captain doesn't agree on the importance of regular naps," she said. Not that Hitsugaya ever did anything to stop her. He didn't mind really, most of the time.

She nodded. "If you're sure. And taking worse damage in your own world is one thing, but even minor injuries here can be seen as much more serious."

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Regular napping reminded Sanji of Zoro, though he'd make sure not to mention this to him. The last thing he needed was the swordsman taking interest in one of the few women in this place based on shared interests. Though speaking of shared interests... "Captain? Oh, are you a pirate too?" The chef was hopeful. Perhaps if they had a common background...

He knew what she meant about the injuries, and she was right. Sanji was used to being able to take damage like this and be fine at the end of the day, or at least after a good meal or nap. Heck, sometimes just bandaging helped. Here, it was almost as though his pain threshold had been lowered.

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"A pirate?" Rangiku asked incredulously. They had boats, didn't they? On the sea, breaking into other vessels. She shook her head. "Oh, no. I'm not a pirate. I'm a vice-captain of the Goeti 13, It's quite different." She wondered if they even had shinigami in his world. Her own didn't have pirates anymore after all, so why should theirs have shinigami?

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The Goeti 13? Was that anything like the CP9? No comparing to his world. Right. It was so hard not to do! Sanji rubbed the back of his neck apologetically.

"I'm afraid I haven't heard of them," he said. "But, you know. Other worlds and all. So, what are they exactly?" Not part of the Marines, hopefully.

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Well, it wasn't as though they were keeping it secret anymore. There was no need when there were so many people here who lived strange lives and could accept the presence of death gods.

"The Gotei 13 are the 13 squads of shinigami, death gods, who send human souls on after they die and cleanse corrupted souls. I'm the vice-captain of the 10th Division. Matsumot Rangiku."

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"A god of death?" Sanji blinked in surprise. That was one he hadn't heard yet, he didn't think. Was she just messing with him? Then again, who knew with this place anymore.

"Well," the chef grinned. "If someone like you came to get me when I died, then I'd go to the afterlife happily!"