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Nightshift 37: M51-M60 Hallway

The conversation with Mikami had left Edgeworth with a lot of food for thought. He was glad that he'd agreed to work with the History Club that night, rather than going along with Mello up to the patient possessions room and the file rooms. While it was true that it could very possibly get his suit dirty, well, he was hoping to avoid that as much as possible. There wasn't a dry cleaner in Landel's Institute as far as he was aware.

And so, he took a pillowcase, his flashlight, a single scalpel, and his notebook along with him, and left, hoping that his partner for the night wouldn't mind carrying most of what they'd find.

[skipping a hall on the way to here]

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At the first sign of voices outside his door, Kenshin popped his head outside. "Glad you made it," he said, smiling broadly at Yahiko. "This one trusts that you...didn't run into anything?" Probably not. They wouldn't have gotten here so quickly if they had.

"Ah...why don't you come in for a few minutes? Sano, did you manage to get those...things? To power the flashlight?"

Yahiko frowned at Sano's request, having forgotten the latter part of it. He'd taken note of the number on his door when the nurse directed him into it, but as for the name they called him, he drew a complete blank. "My room's number 46," he told him, "but the nurse didn't call me anything."

When Kenshin opened the door with a smile, he couldn't help grinning as well. "Nope." Yahiko stepped past Kenshin and stood in the center of the room, looking at the others expectantly. "So we're going outside?" That's what the bulletin said. Either way, he wanted to get started as soon as possible, partly because it was good to accomplish stuff but mostly because he was curious about these creatures Sano had talked about. Now that they were all together, there was no way they'd run into something they couldn't handle.

"Well, at least we'll know where to find you." And all three of them were in the same block, no less. That was pretty good luck, though Okita being there too might give some bad to balance it out. "Just tell the nurses your name tomorrow. They'll tell you who you're supposed to be."

Kenshin was grinning, and that was a good sign. Sanosuke stepped in after Yahiko, and nodded when Kenshin asked about the things. "Yeah. Here." Pulling out the weird tubes, Sanosuke handed them over, then held out his light stick. "Where'd you learn all this crap from anyway, Kenshin? The light stick thing is nice when it works, but lighting a candle is a hell of a lot simpler."

"Yes, we're going outside," Kenshin said, walking over to his bed to retrieve the sakabatou from where he'd hidden it under the mattress. "But this one wants to speak with you for a little bit before we go, if that's all right?" They needed to talk about how best to arm Yahiko, and maybe a little more about the situation with Okita, since Kenshin had gotten cut off at breakfast. He wasn't going to say anything about Sen, at least not yet. Not until he knew more about her.

He threaded the sheathed sword through the loop he'd created in the waistband of his trousers, paused, and then turned around to face the boy. "Apologies, Yahiko. This one knows that you're an adult and have got a sword of your own now, but tonight, you may be back to the bokken. There's a wooden pole in the closet...do you think you can work with that until we can get you a sword of your own?"

The rurouni took the flashlight and the tubes from Sanosuke, staring at them intently. "You pick up a few things when you watch the board. Apparently these" --he held up the batteries-- "power the flashlight but...this one doesn't know how. We can experiment?"

As eager as he was to get started, if Kenshin thought there was stuff to discuss, that stuff was definitely more important. "Sure," Yahiko said with a nod, attentive as he waited for further instruction. He watched Kenshin tuck the sheathed sword into the waistband, but when the rurouni spoke, it was his tone rather than his words that caught Yahiko's attention. Yes, the Kenshin he'd seen at the dojo a few days ago had spoken to him like an equal, but that Kenshin had watched him train and grow for five years. This Kenshin, who didn't remember anything about him after Kyoto, still had complete faith that Yahiko had become the kind of adult he'd always wanted to be. The thought made him grin, and it was another second before he responded.

"I almost always use a shinai or bokken anyway." He walked over to the closet and opened the door, squinting. "You said that swords shouldn't be drawn lightly." He found the pole and gripped it, testing its balance. He preferred the practice weapons that he was used to, but he'd be able to get the hang of this. While the other two dealt with the light sticks, he worked on getting used to the balance of the pole using a few well-practiced swipes.

Swords shouldn't be drawn lightly. Sanosuke grinned; it sounded like something Kenshin would say, and Yahiko had taken it to heart. And even now, he was swinging the pole around with a form that definitely showed how he'd matured as a swordsman. The kid had definitely grown into a fine man. Sanosuke would still tease the hell out of him whenever he could, though.

Kenshin was talking about the batteries, and Sanosuke nodded, turning his attention to the rurouni. "Is that how it works? Ninja Girl said she'd fix it, but I didn't have it with me then." Sanosuke looked at the items, then shrugged. "If it's just mine that isn't working, we can go without. I'll ask about it tomorrow. Besides," Sanosuke grinned, pointing over at Yahiko. "Someone is pretty damn eager to get going, yeah?" And truthfully, Sanosuke was too. Maybe actually getting over the wall and exploring some would get them somewhere with going home. Anything seemed more promising than saying indoors.

Kenshin also smiled at that. Swords shouldn't be drawn lightly. It was something he had done his best to live by these past ten years, and now Yahiko was repeating it right back at him. The boy really had earned that sword. Even with something as bulky and unwieldy as the closet pole, he showed obvious skill. There was a reason that he'd become an instructor at Kamiya Kasshin-Ryuu at the age of fifteen.

The rurouni gave the batteries and the flashlight one more hopeless look and nodded. There were three of them, and they had two working flashlights. They had more than enough light.

"Let's just go, then," he said, smiling.

[going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/521884.html?thread=42942108#t42942108).]

Edited 2008-12-15 05:43 (UTC)

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