Day 35: Bus 1

[misterprince.livejournal.com]

Sanji woke up groggily to find his nurse already in his room. He gave a sleepy and half-hearted "Buh?" before realizing that nurse meant dayshift, and he'd fallen asleep after dinner.

"Shit!" He sat up abruptly, which gave his nurse a start. "Nami-swan!" How had he allowed himself to sleep through an entire night? What if she'd tried to return to the basement? What if she'd been waiting for him to appear and protect her? He'd let her down!

"There, there. Calm down." His nurse set a familiar flannel shirt down on the bed and Sanji eyed it with confusion. The last time he'd worn that had been... "Sorry I didn't knock or anything, but I was so excited~!" A pair of jeans followed the shirt. "Today is the field trip into town! Aren't you looking forward to it?"

The chef had to admit, the town had been an interesting enough place the last time he'd been. If he could find Nami early on he might even be able to lead her around... So he didn't complain too much as he changed into the other outfit (which he really wished they'd let him keep - anything was better than the regular gray) and was led out to the first of the buses.

He took a seat near the front, hopefully easily visible to any of his crew - especially to a certain member of his crew.

[for Usopp!]

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[adorkabledragon.livejournal.com]

"Is she?" Keman shrugged and gestured vaguely at a point somewhere just below his shoulder. "My little sister is about this tall and weighs a great deal less than I do, and is about twice as powerful as I am. Maybe even more than that. I'm the absolute weakest of our little group, and I still get by." He smiled. "I hate cliches, but power and strength aren't everything, right?"

[mitase.livejournal.com]

"Well, I-I guess...?" Hanatarou smiled again, a little less hesitantly this time. It was very nice of Keman-san to try to be reassuring and all, though the shinigami wasn't terribly concerned about the fact that he was smaller and weaker. It might be nice to be special and powerful, but he wasn't and that was just how things were.

Hanatarou carefully removed the wrapper from the granola bar like he'd seen Keman do earlier, glad that this couldn't make a mess all over. "I'm just 4th Division. Um. A healer. N-nothing special."

[adorkabledragon.livejournal.com]

Keman clapped the other boy on the shoulder. "Being a healer is special, especially here. People get hurt all the time, and you'll be able to to help them. What do you mean by '4th Division,' though? And...ah..." He blushed slightly. "Do you know Orihime Inoue, by chance? Since you're from the same place and you're both healers, and...yes."

[mitase.livejournal.com]

Hanatarou looked momentarily startled at the gesture. "Ah, th-the 4th Division is the medical and supply division of the Gotei 13. Um. I, I don't know how much help I would be, b-but if I can help, I'd like to." He gave an embarrassed little half-shrug and shook his head once. "When I was out last night I just got in the way."

He perked up a little at mention of Orihime's name, though, blinking up at Keman curiously. "Orihime-san? Um, yes, I...I've met her. She and her friends were in Soul Society for a while, a-and before I came here I was supposed to be with a group going to find her."