Day 37: Breakfast

[for Sylar, I believe]

At the sound of the intercom, Wally jerked awake and blinked around at the room. He’d fallen asleep. He should have been up and keeping an eye open for ZEX, but he’d fallen asleep waiting on his bed.

“Idiot,” he groaned, ruffling his hair and sighing in annoyance. “Way to help a guy out, hotshot.” Hopefully ZEX hadn’t dropped by and thought he’d left or something, or wouldn’t be too mad at him for just forgetting about it like that. If he was lucky, he’d be able to catch up with the other patient at some point and explain what had happened.

Rolling himself a little awkwardly out of the bed, Wally took the opportunity to stretch his injured leg and test how well it was holding up. It was feeling a bit better, not so much that he could abandon his crutch or that it didn’t pull painfully if he wasn’t careful, but better. Tony had apparently made it through the night in one piece as well, which was a relief. He really didn’t feel comfortable about the thought of his roommate wandering about on his own with an injured arm. Not when Wally himself could relax and fall asleep in the apparent safety of their room.

Yeah, he wasn’t going to let himself forget that one in a hurry.

It was at that moment that the door swung open to admit one of the nurses. She seemed surprised to find him awake and ready to go already, but smiled warmly. “Hungry, are we Mr. West? Well in that case, let’s get you to the cafeteria. The staff have provided some delicious French Toast as well as a range of other foods I’m sure you’ll like. Now will you be needing a hand with your leg, dear?”

“No thanks, I can handle it,” Wally replied, smiling back. After all, it probably wasn’t the nurses’ fault that this place was so messed up, so it wasn’t like picking fights with them would do anything. With a cheery wave goodbye, Wally slowly made his way to the cafeteria, keeping a tight grip on his crutch all the while. Obtaining a plate of food was only slightly less difficult than it had been yesterday – he didn’t have the painkillers to work around this time – but he managed well enough, coming away from the buffet with a tray containing a plate piled high with slices of French Toast and slathered in maple syrup, butter, and sugar, as well as a glass of juice. Not quite as good as some coffee would be right now, but the sugar would hopefully make up for it. And, with how few people were here at the moment, he could afford to take more food than might have been considered ‘normal’ – he’d have most of it gone by the time anyone came to keep him company, then he could just worry about how many extra serves would be allowed before he aroused suspicion.

Feeling pretty happy with how things were looking so far, Wally hummed faintly to himself as he dug in to his breakfast.

[identity profile] sasuke-of-sound.livejournal.com 2008-11-24 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
Aidou seemed like he had gotten what he needed to know, and Sasuke was through with any questions he happened to have at the moment. (The main problem he was dealing with now was how to handle Naruto, but Aidou had already provided his suggestion.) The scrape of the chair confirmed Sasuke's thoughts.

He had been about to nod to acknowledge the vampire's departure when Aidou spoke again, giving Sasuke pause.

It was less that Sasuke couldn't work in a group without being the leader -- more that he'd grown too accustomed to leading. It remained true that Aidou had been through more of the basement than Sasuke, but Sasuke had been the one to complete the trial last night.

"I'll contact you if new information comes up, then," he said, voice and words conveying a subtle, but clear, message: Sasuke contributed just as much as Aidou, and he wasn't planning to be any sort of subordinate. If Aidou wanted Sasuke to be part of any long-term goals, they would definitely be discussing as equals.

And even if Aidou didn't intend to return to the basement himself, that didn't mean Sasuke couldn't find others to explore the area further.
idolism: (too good for you)

[personal profile] idolism 2008-11-24 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
The vampire's upper lip curled at Sasuke's meaning, the sudden smile edged with a kind of disdainful viciousness. But his expression didn't hint at any pique. In fact, he looked almost amused. But then the change in mien disappeared as suddenly as it had come on. Only his eyes continued to twinkle, coldly, like two bright chips of ice.

That the boy would say something like that to Aidou merely proved how little he knew.

He cast one last look at the back of Sasuke's head, before sliding his hand along the back of his chair and turning away. "With what we each have in our possession now, keeping each other informed is an even smarter venture," Aidou agreed obligingly. It was as much a sportive dig as anything. Had Sasuke forgotten? A sword in Sasuke's possession and a shield in Aidou's. Two equal parts to a puzzle.

He wasn't going to be told his place. They had the same advantage.

But before he'd taken more than a step away, he paused. The barbed mirth gave away to contemplation. Then, eventually: "The way you fight... you remind me a little of a hunter." By the tone of his voice, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. "They have their own talents."

Aidou didn't pause again. He wanted to get clean.

[identity profile] sasuke-of-sound.livejournal.com 2008-11-25 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Aidou sounded like he'd gotten the point, although he also didn't refrain from reminding Sasuke that they both held different parts of the same puzzle. It wasn't like Sasuke denied that Aidou had his importance, so he let it go.

He'd assumed that that was the extent of the conversation, especially since Aidou had stood to leave already. When the vampire spoke again it took Sasuke by surprise -- especially since that sounded almost like approval. At least in Aidou terms.

Before he could ask what the hell a hunter was -- beyond the intuitive guess of 'one who hunts' (perhaps one who hunted vampires, given the situation and Aidou's world?), Aidou was gone.

Still, Sasuke turned back to his breakfast in a slightly better mood. Not that Sasuke needed, wanted, or cared about anyone's approval. It was that the conversation had been useful and informative, and he was without a doubt finally making progress.