damned_institute | Day 21

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Day 21 - Sun Room

Ichigo was only too eager to leave the cafeteria and its fresh memories behind when the softened chime of the intercome rang clear. What had begun as another ordinary meal, a rather agreeable one despite the lack of the proper utensils, quickly became somewhat unnerving. His conversation with...what was his name again?...took so many sharp turns, he should've felt dizzy. It was easy to feel a little sorry for the guy, though; surrounded by stangers in a very strange place, it was hard to blame him for being so alarmed.

The Sun Room occurred as a more enjoyable choice to spend the time; he had nothing against music, but something about being surrounded by some of the most unruly characters he'd ever met, each of them armed with cacophonous weaponry, didn't sound smart. Once his nurse departed, the young man picked out a cozy little spot near a flood of sunshine and settled in, cradling his head in the palms of his hands. There, he stared up almost bitterly at the ceiling with sharply focused eyes, still exuding the same unapproachable sense of being as ever.

The room was warm, even a little comforting, for any of the tired, weary masses found in Landel's halls, or even those who just craved a little peace and quiet. All he could hear, from end of the room, were soft footfalls and hushed voices. That sounded just fine to the 'berry head.

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Barret was amused as well, until he caught her random glance his way and frowned just a touch, "Now it be one thing fuckin' with him on that board, but don't be a smartass and bringin' it to his face unless you really wanna get into a brawl with him. He's a dangerous remnant..."

He almost looked himself, the frown melting from his features as it was replaced with a small grin, "As much as I'd like to tear him up and rid us all of that whining asshole, seems we got bigger things to worry about...like survivin' the night. We may need him...as a distraction for the baddies. Heh heh."

"Awww..." Yuffie whined, giving Barret a look that clearly stated he was ruining her fun. "I can handle myself just fine at night. I haven't gotten in the least bit of trouble yet. And anyway, I wasn't gonna 'rip into him' or anything. Just kinda poke at him a little. For fun. He totally deserves it."

"I agree he deserves it, but," Barret did look over at the silver-haired remnant with a thoughtful expression before turning away and looking toward the floor, "But he's pissed right now. Real pissed. Someone like him pissed off with someone like you pokin' fun at him spells trouble with a capital T. I advise against it Yuffie, but you gonna do what you gonna do. I ain't gonna stop you." He looked at her then, "Just remember, if he comes out on top, remember you did it to yourself."

He felt strange, acting like some sort of parental figure to one he considered a brat on more than one occasion, but he felt like this place was changing him. It was necessary to look out for your friends any allies, even against themselves.

Ugh. Yuffie groaned at the 'it'll be your own fault if you don't listen' tone of what could only be described as a lecture. Coming from Barret of all people. Yuffie stuck out her tongue with a grimace.

"Ok, ok! Geez... You're sounding like my father or something," she muttered, resting her chin against the top of the chair's back again. Hearing that 'lecture' had totally killed any kind of mischief making mood she was in.

"Nag, nag, nag. I'll be a good girl, daddy. I promise, ok?" the ninja continued to mock, rolling her eyes. "I'll mind my manners and be a polite little thing and only harass him on paper, where he can't hurt me. Cross my little heart."

And if Barret believed that, she had a bridge near Wutai to sell him. Because she was going to hunt the silver-haired boy down later and make a grand time of it... Just so long as Barret was out of sight.

"I don't believe you, and I'm disappointed you'd lie about it. But you wouldn't be Yuffie if you didn't." Barret laughed, shaking his head at the ninja. He knew she wouldn't listen to him--it was in her nature to be mischievious. He did his part in warning her, and if she was going to put herself in the line of fire for some mayhem in the name of fun then so be it.

"If you gonna fuck with him though, just don't be alone when ya do it. Usually better to travel in numbers, and I doubt anyone but his fellow queers will back him in a showdown. And don't forget to insult his momma."

"Will do." Yuffie grinned again, giving Barret a cheesy thumbs up. Making more 'yo momma' jokes at someone like that was easier than cake. Though, the thought of scrounging up other people to watch her back seemed too much of a bother for her...

"But really.. Disappointed?" She was still grinning. "You know you love me just the way I am. Your lives would all be totally boring otherwise."

"Love? That word is too god damn harsh. I'd say more like tolerate, like a chocobo does a fly on it's back," Barret laughed before placing his hands to his gut. He knew before the complete end of the day, and probably during nightfall, he was going to bust open at least one of his stitches.

"Hey!" Yuffie whined again, giving Barret a pouting look as she crossed her arms over her chest. "That was way harsh. You keep talking like that Wheelchair-boy, and I'm gonna sabotoge your motor and leave you here til nightfall. See how much you like me, then."

She paused for a few seconds before adding, "What are you going to do about tonight? You can't exactly wander around in that thing, you know. Stairs can be a problem. Among other things."

Barret's laughter died off as she asked him about his plans for the night. One thing he didn't need is further teasing from the ninja in regards to his plans with a fellow patient she definitely didn't need to know about. The idea was still kind of surreal to him, but he didn't need this teenager making it even more awkward, "Stayin' in my room. Think I'm gonna get some sleep so I can heal faster." The lie came easy, surprisingly, as did the hard look of 'Don't question what the hell I just told you'.

"You're just gonna hide out in your room? You?" Yuffie asked, throwing a skeptical expression Barret's way before noticing the peculiar look he was giving her. Oh, he was hiding something. Definitely. She grinned.

"Mind if I stop by and keep you company, then? I mean, wouldn't want any little beasties coming in a preying on you. That would be so sad, and I'd just feel totally terrible leaving you all alone and defenseless."

Barret wanted to glare at her. She was trying to pry, and he was not liking it one bit. If only she'd just go bother Kadaj already... "What didn't you understand about the word 'sleep'? No, do somethin' useful like looking for a way out of this shithole. I'll be fine."

"Aww, but I won't be bothering you," Yuffie pointed out. "I could like.. keep guard outside your door or something. You know, make sure you sleep well and all. I'm just concerned is all." And curious. And the curiosity usually won out in the end.

"I don't believe you. Just stay the fuck away from my room. Damn..." Barret was starting to get pissed off with her proding, setting him off edge and wanting to squirm. He refused to tell her his plans, as she was sure to tease him and make his life miserable.

Despite the urge to grin, Yuffie scrunched up her face in a mockery of a scowl. "I don't believe you, either, and I'm disappointed that you'd lie about it." Barret's exact words to her a few moments ago thrown back at him. The ninja was quite pleased with herself.

"But fine. Keep your dirty little secrets. I'll just go bug someone else then. And I hope you get eaten by something horrible while you're--" Yuffie made quote marks with her fingers, "--'hiding in your room' and 'sleeping'."

Barret didn't say anything at all. Not one thing.

Instead he lunged a foot beneath her seat and thrust a hand forward at the back support to throw her from the chair. Wallace could only take so much before he was ready to blow a gasket.

"THEN GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!"

Within moments, a stern looking nurse was walking briskly - just short of running - towards the commotion. One hand was in the pocket of her uniform, the other gesturing for another staff member to join her.

"MR FISCHER!" she bellowed, eyes narrowed as she instructed the other, younger nurse to see the poor girl that Fischer had lunged for.

Barret looked over at the nurse, an irritated glare in his eyes. The peak of his frustration passed, realizing it was a stupid reason to get in to some kind of trouble over. If he were to be punished, he preferred for it to be other something less trivial.

Without a further look to Yuffie, he brought his gaze to his feet, attempting, with much difficulty, to keep his voice at an even tone, "Just take me to my room..."

Yuffie had yipped in surprise as Barret suddenly lunged forward and flipped her chair, sending her onto her butt on the floor. "Owww! You jerk!" she complained, climbing back to her feet and rubbing her sore behind.

But then there were nurses and Yuffie really didn't want to deal with them again today... "Ah, I'm ok! No harm," she announced with a grin, waving off the whole incident. Hopefully, she could just slip away to the other side of the room without being noticed...

"I think that would be a very good idea, Mr. Fischer." The nurse nodded, sharp eyes on the young girl. She looked alright.

"Why don't you go and sit down, dear?" she said, smiling. The poor thing! She really was going to have to keep a closer eye on Mr. Fischer.

The nurse took her hand out of her pocket - empty - and began wheeling Mr. Fischer out of the Sun Room.

Hearing the name Fischer almost made him want to lash out again. He was bottling a lot of emotion, and wasn't used to having to do such a thing. He realized he was liable to place himself in a very compromising position if he weren't too careful. So this time, he simply bit his tongue against the will to explode and allowed the nurse to take him away. He contemplated apologizing to Yuffie, but she'd probably scoff at him.

What he was sure of now was his mood was as sour as it could probably get.

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