Day 36: Arts & Crafts Room

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Momo was both relieved and disappointed to discover that she would not be receiving another visit from Aizen this week. She was happy that she would not have to go through another bout of doubting herself and getting answers she didn't understand to the questions she had. She was sad, though, that she wouldn't get to see him again, just to feel that comforting presence he has. She had accepted that he was doing very evil things and that she'd unknowingly helped him, but... he was still her captain. He was still Aizen-sama.

Since she wasn't to have a visitor, her nurse gave the option of the vice captain choosing what room to spend the next shift in. Given her injuries, the nurse suggested she stay in the Sun Room, but Momo declined. Now that she had time, she wanted to draw... to create something, especially since she had taken the Noah's life the previous night. Her nurse acquiesced and lead the shinigami to the room.

Momo was moving slowly because of her torso, but also so she could adjust to the new blind spot on her left. She was fairly sure she was doing well enough since neither Fai nor Hanatarou had noticed. Granted Fai hadn't been feeling well himself, but Hanatarou was of the 4th; he should have noticed. Then again, the other shinigami had barely looked at her their entire meal. Maybe she could continue to hide her handicap. The last thing she needed was whomever was planning retaliation upon her for Rhode's death (most likely the other Noah) to learn that she was half-blind.

The shinigami was disappointed to discover that not only did they not have a canvas and easel for her to properly paint on, but they only had finger paints, claiming the brushes were too dangerous... that she could accidentally poke an eye out. Had she the energy, she would have considered smacking the nurse for the bad joke. There was a large white board with various colored markers that she could use, though. It made little sense - markers were okay but a paint brush wasn't? Maybe she'd just make her own brush by cutting off a small piece of her hair and tying it to the end of a pen.

An idea quickly thwarted by the plastic scissors. Sure, if she worked at it she could cut her hair with them, but it's take too long and probably draw the attention of the nurse since there was no one else in the room. Sighing, the shinigami set the finger paints down on the table with some larger pieces of cardboard, next to her journal. Maybe she'd...

Her attention returned to the white board. Picking up a yellow marker, she uncapped it and stared at the board for a long moment before she started to sketch, not quite sure what she wanted to draw.

[Hokuto]

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"I'm Yukito. Tsukishiro Yukito. And we're not supposed to be in the same body, it's...well, it's a long story." He just smiled and picked up the paper again, very carefully cutting along the outline she'd drawn. It wasn't necessary to explain to the girl about the experiments at night; it would only upset her for no good reason. Ururu already seemed worried enough as it was. He was a little surprised at how calmly she was taking it, but then, anyone who could survive long here probably was used to bizarre things happening on a daily basis, and Yue had already suspected there was more to her than was immediately obvious.

At her question, he considered for a moment, eyeing the figures she had already drawn. "How about a rabbit for me?" he suggested, with a smile. "That's what one of the characters in my name means, after all." And everyone back home did seem to love giving him things with rabbits on them. "Yue-san, though, he's a little harder. Hmm. Maybe if you could do something like this, if it isn't too hard - that's his symbol..." Setting the scissors down for a moment, Yukito picked up a pencil and did a quick sketch of a crescent moon with wings on a scrap of paper.

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Long stories were ones Ururu only liked sometimes, and she could tell that this story wasn't really one Yukito wanted to tell. Not yet, anyway, and for now, Ururu decided that was okay. He was still smiling, and Ururu didn't want to upset him because she didn't really understand. It was too easy to get upset here, so Ururu wanted Yukito and Yue both to be happy for as long as possible.

"Okay." The rabbit was easy to draw, and Ururu nodded before looking to see what Yukito drew. That wasn't so easy, but the little girl decided to try it anyway. What she ended up with wasn't what had been sketched, but it was close--as close as she could come, anyway. Ururu could tell the wings from the circles, at least, so it should be okay.

Her drawings done, Ururu went to work coloring each of the shapes, and thinking about what Yukito had said. "Um, Yukito-san?" She looked up at the teen, trying to think about how to say what she wanted in just the right way. "Does that mean you and Yue-san are both going to be here now? If you are, you should join the group Fai-san and Orihime-san and everyone else is making. We're all going to try really hard to find our friends, and there's someone Yue-san wants to find too, isn't there?"

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Yukito paused in his work and regarded the girl thoughtfully for a moment. A group to try to find their friends? It wasn't hard to guess who it was Yue was looking for, not after he'd heard about the different-Sakura who'd been here briefly. To tell the truth, he wasn't opposed to doing the same thing.

"I suppose we will both be here," he finally replied, looking back down at the paper in his hands. "We don't know of a way to make it so we're separate again." He wasn't even certain if they'd be able to transform back into him again; whatever had happened the night before had been completely outside of both of their understanding, so neither of them knew what all the repercussions would be.

He carefully finished the shape he was working on, then nodded at last. "I think we'd like to join the group. I'm sure Yue-san would be grumpy and frown at you if you asked him, though, so I'll say yes on his behalf." As expected, Yue stirred slightly at that, annoyed, but didn't object; it'd give him the opportunity to keep an eye on those who insisted on getting injured all the time, after all.