damned_institute | Day 34: Lunch

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Day 34: Lunch

Yuffie bounced all the way through collecting her lunch, all the way to a good seat- one with a nice view of the whole cafeteria, which was something she'd been missing out on during the past day or so that she'd been stuck in the Institute- and hell, she even bounced into her seat.

A good mood? No, really?

Despite the occasional blip, talking to Sagara had been awesome. He was a fun guy; he wasn't a prude, didn't have a stick shoved so far up his ass it was poking out his eyeballs, and he'd actually had a conversation with her. One that hadn't revolved around doom, gloom or how much life sucked. If she could find other people like that and keep in touch with Sagara, maybe there was a little hope for this place.

After a quick gulp of pink lemonade, Yuffie settled to munching through her food and keeping an eye on the door.

[Waiting for Dean, I think? :x]

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"Calm, knock your ass out. Whatever." Takaya shrugged, glancing around the cafeteria again. He hated being in here. Too many faces,too many people... just too much over all.

"Planning and dreamimg... yeah. Enough of that going on around here to fucking choke on. Everyone does it." He waved in the direction of the Sun Room. "There's a board for people that want to hook up and play with that kind of shit. If you're interested, you could look up some of them."

"I'm usually better by myself. People don't trust me." He didn't wish to point out why if Takaya didn't care.

"It's still stupid to waste your energy on something that will only make them lash out at you eventually."

Takaya snorted. "Don't let the staff hear you say that," he said. "They'll make a point to pair you up with people. Usually assholes like me."

He glanced over at Tony, eyes flashing gold in the light coming from the windows before he turned his gaze back to the room at large. "After a while in this shithole, you start looking for ways to get rid of pent up energy." And Takaya had been here a while.

The golden eye-flash caught Tony's attention and he stared a moment, then shook his head. He looked down at the now soggy mass of chips and soup and started poking at it with his spoon.

"It won't bother me. It's the other people..."

He couldn't imagine having pent up energy. There were times he'd been impatient, but so much of his life had been so energy-sapping. "I find that hard to believe," he said.

Takaya frowned, the expression more thoughtful than harsh. "Most of the folk here like talking to others and getting people in a group. If you go it alone just because you think that nobody will like you, you're going to wind up fucked."

He leaned back in his chair, tilting his head up and looked at the ceiling. "It's better to have someone around to watch your back."

"Do you take your own advice?" Tony shot back, then he angrily stirred his soup. "I'll talk to them, but I've found people don't like other anyone who are different. I've been different all my life."

This time, Takaya shot the boy an annoyed glare, eyes flashing and pupils narrowing into slits. "No," he snapped. "People don't much like me." He threw the other boys words right back at him.

"Look who's talking," Tony retorted, sounding more cool than he felt. This boy could be danger if he lost his temper, especially since Tony didn't know which of his own little tricks he could use here.

He wanted his harmonica. At least with it, he'd feel more confident. "I can see why if you act like that all the time. No wonder you taunt the staff for fun."

"Fuck you," Takaya growled. "You have no idea what this place is like until you watch those nice, safe staff assholes turn on you and try to eat your fucking eyes. Or when you find yourself strapped down to a table for no reason while some fuck of a 'doctor' tries out his latest bullshit on you."

Gold eyes narrowing, Takaya knew he was dangerously close to loosing it. Twice in one day. Fuck, if he wasn't careful, he wouldn't be in control much longer. "When you've been here for months," he went on, voice low, "watching everyone you trusted and everyone that depended on you die, then you earn the right to fuck with me."

"I've been on my own with just a little sister since I was small," Tony shot back. "Granny Malone, the only person who ever care about us, died. Whoever our real family was, died. And we were being hunted across the country by evil men. Shut up with your complaints about being here."

He blinked. He hadn't wanted to think about Granny Malone. "Whatever this place is it can't be as bad as all that."

Rolling his eyes, Takaya snorted. "Try being hunted by armies of men and women, including people that were supposed to be on your side for just existing. My life was fucked before I got here, this is just an extra little treat in my own personal hell. Is your sister here?" Rather than the anger that the first part of his tirade had been colored with, the question was actually snapped out with concern.

Takaya would have gone ballistic had his own sister been here.

"No," Tony answered honestly. "I don't think so. I haven't seen her, and no one who answered my note has either." He couldn't decide if it was good or bad. "It would be awful if she was, but... we'd be together. I'm very worried for her on her own. She can't talk so that regular people can hear her."

Takaya's shoulders relaxed slightly. "Good," he said. "She's probably safe back where ever you're from." He paused wondering if he should say something.

"This place... you get visitors here sometimes. They might bring in someone that looks like her and even acts like her to fuck with you." He shook his head. "It's not her."

Tony's eyes widened. He hadn't imagined such a horror. "They can do that?" he asked, incredulous.

"This place does shit you can't believe. People from any point in time, from worlds I thought were only in movies or on tv. People are brought back from the fucking dead to be trapped here."

With a shrug, he turned and looked at Tony again. "Bringing in someone to play your sister, and do it well is nothing."

"You'd think I would recognize my own sister..." But Takaya's words were making an imprssion. He ate some of his soup. "I hope I don't see anyone I know is dead." That would hurt far too much.

Takaya shrugged again. "It doesn't look like it's something that happens a lot," he offered. "But it does happen." Takaya hadn't seen anyone that was dead, but then, his situation was a little... unique. Dead didn't mean gone to him.

"You can probably get more out of the board than me anyway. I'm not the most popular guy around here, and I don't belong to any of the groups that band up at night."

"How do you--well, I read about one. They seemed violent. Are the others like that?"

"I don't know about what they do or anything," he said. "Just that some of them are more organized and less .... fucked-up than the others." A small part of Takaya really wanted to join up with a group, but he knew it wouldn't really work.

Tony sighed. "I guess I'll have to ask them myself, but I still doubt they'd want me around." He couldn't let go of that expectation. It had been ingrained him for too long.

Takaya fought down the urge to hit the kid next to him. "Why the fuck not? You're not a total asshole like me, you look and seem pretty fucking normal. Get over it kid. They always want bodies. They fucking offer it every god damn day."

"I seem normal to you?"

"Yeah." A weird question.

"Nobody else has ever thought so. Even Granny was afraid of us sometimes."

Blinking, Takaya settled back in his chair, fixing Tony with an incredulous stare. "You think... that I wouldn't see you as normal? Fuck, have you taken a look around? You are one of the more normal people here!"

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