Nightshift 37: Soccer/Recreational Field

[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

[from here.]

Since the recreational field was quiet tonight, Phoenix found himself pausing briefly between doors, glancing up at the sky. It was what the sky looked like on television, pitch blackness interrupted by bright points of starlight, which was what really made him stop in the first place, really. He'd spent his entire life in Los Angeles. He didn't expect anything from the night sky but a dark, dusky rose, dotted with perhaps five valiant stars, assorted satellites, and the blinking slow-motion of airplanes coming and going from LAX. Seeing the sky the way he'd always known it was supposed to look pulled at him strangely. There wasn't supposed to be a single thing about this place that was beautiful, but there were the stars, cold and twinkling and completely unfamiliar.

He turned away abruptly, walking quickly for the next door before he could stare any longer. This wasn't the time to get caught up in things like that.

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[mrmewmaker.livejournal.com]

Shiki heard Kurogane's warning, but chose - for the moment - to ignore it. She could sense immediately that something was wrong with Rangiku, and she wanted to check on her. "I'll be right back, Kurogane-san. I won't be far, I just want to check on another friend, and ask her to take a look at this." She gestured to the cut on her shoulder as she did. "You can come with me, if you want."

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[contentincloset.livejournal.com]

Kurogane wasn't stupid. He knew the girls and the whole lot of them had taken hits after that, and he didn't need the magician's intentional words on it as a reminder. But that didn't mean he was just going to stand there and let Orihime try and heal every last one of them as he knew she would attempt to do. That's why he'd moved to leave first, knowing himself that he could deal with whatever injuries he'd sustained. Calling Shiki to leave was both the same and a different matter altogether.

They had a goal, and it was Shiki's goal at that, so like him she shouldn't want to waste time anywhere. Also, her most obvious injury was not as severe as the smaller girl's (and likely the magician's) own. They had faced the bird longer, taken more hits, and Orihime could stay with them and do what she could if she wanted. All he and Shiki needed were some sheets from a room and they'd be fine enough.

The rest may've thought differently than that, but Kurogane had his reasons. He didn't want to rely on the healer anymore than he had to. None of them should want to either. She wasn't always going to be there whenever something happened, and stressing her every night wouldn't help things.

"To a room," he answered for Ururu. He didn't stop walking or look back at all as he spoke or continued speaking, "And my neck's not a problem right now. You look after those two and I'll see to her." He was not doing well to say who he was speaking to with his back to them, but he believed they weren't so dense as to not figure it out eventually. Orihime would have looked after the rest even if he'd not said anything.

But it seemed Shiki didn’t want to follow orders for the moment. He didn’t scold her for going off towards the other woman he’d heard come and go though – he had told her not to hesitate in her decisions after all – but it still wasted time to be letting themselves get distracted. “Fine,” he muttered. Either way they were away from Orihime and wouldn't have to be pressured into letting her help.

He turned from his pathway to the door and followed after the girl.

[damned-monsters.livejournal.com]

There was nothing more it could do - even the slight revenge it might have taken on the humans was denied it now. The aquila's talons struck the shield, scrabbling in vain to reach any of those it had sought as prey, before its movements finally slowed and stopped and the creature went limp at last.

[simpleastherain.livejournal.com]

Orihime called her shunshunrikka back as soon as her friends moved away from the bird. She listened mostly, nodding in the right places. She was almost certain that they were all injured to varying degrees even if the boys were being stubborn about mentioning it again.

Rangiku didn't even give her the chance to talk or try to comfort. Shiki and Kurogane would look after her while their wounds were being looked at, so for now Orihime thought it would be best if they got inside. She would talk to her in the morning. Rangiku had to survive the night.

Casting one last worried look in the woman's direction, she turned back to Fai and Ururu. "They'll be ok, I think. Lets go back inside before more birds come."

[not-rly-fai.livejournal.com]

Yuuhi watched them leave, offering a wave that likely wouldn't be seen before he let his hand drop to his side. If Kurogane wanted to be left alone, that was probably best for now. Even if he was sure to hear about it later, no matter what it was really about.

He turned to pick up Ururu, tucking his arm under her knees, the other at her back in a sort of princess hold. With the injury on her chest, he probably ought to agitate that as little as possible. To Orihime he gave a nod and hurried quickly toward the door.

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