Day 39: Sun Room

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That really hadn't been the breakfast she'd been expecting, but Yuffie couldn't bring herself to complain. The kid made for good company, and was, if nothing else, pretty entertaining. She could've just done without the whole choking thing. That… That had been embarrassing. A bit. Okay, a lot. Yuffie was starting to get a feeling that this day was -- for once-- actually going to ping on her ‘interesting!’ meter.

Whether or not that was a good thing, she didn’t know.

By the time she’d reached the Sun Room's bulletin board, a kitten on her shoulder and a pen twirling between her fingers, Yuffie was starting to put her finger on why she had that weird, nagging feeling. Though on second thought, it was less like putting her finger on it and more like it had jumped up and punched her right in the nose; the feeling wasn’t just about waffles, magicians, or tricky candy thieves. Sagara hadn't answered her bulletin post; he hadn't answered any bulletin posts. She hadn't seen that stupid, spiky head of his all morning. It was like radio silence without a radio.

Agai-- No, Yuffie cut herself off sharply, frowning. She was just jumping to conclusions. It wouldn't be the first time, right? Right! And yet… instincts were instincts for a reason, and in a dump like this, who knew what could happen?

[for Okita?]

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He wanted to open his mouth and argue. To say that there were things that might be changed, things he wanted desperately to be changed, but he wouldn't cross that line. It wasn't something Kurogane needed to know.

"I never said that," he replied, though his voice was much softer now.

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"Didn't... have to."

He was getting better about things now. More reflexive responses and better times with getting his words out. Even his sight was starting to clear a bit, though the magician's form was still blurred as hell.

"You can't change. So... that's why. Why... you go forward." The logic had kept Kurogane moving forward for years. He couldn't change what had happened when he was younger anymore than he could change the fact that his arm was gone now. Or that the Princess had vanished. Or that the girls were gone now as well. Things like that couldn't change, because there wasn't a damn thing that could be done to change them.

"Why it's simple."

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Even drugged as he was, Kurogane was trying to lecture him. How was he supposed to go forward; more importantly, which way was forward? Rebelling against the ones running this place only made things more difficult, only made more people get hurt. It seemed less and less likely that they even stood a chance. If they accepted who they were, would bad things stop happening?

Kurogane's logic, however, didn't do much to change his opinion, not that it ever seemed to. Accepting that things couldn't be changed meant accepting that his entire journey had been pointless.

"You should take it easy tonight. I'll look after the others so you won't have to worry about babysitting."

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Forward was whatever way didn't mean letting the past control you. That was the only real reason why the magician had problems with thinking "forward" such a difficult concept. He was too stuck in the past, and too idiotic to get out of that position. Hardships only made him fall further back, and there was still nothing more that bothered Kurogane. He just kept getting worse!

And now he was trying to avoid things again!

"Don't order me," he scowled, an actual scowl instead of a glazed stare. He wasn't incapacitated with just one missing arm. Things would be more difficult, but he'd still be able to get at least something done. What, he didn't know, but he knew sitting still would just aggravate him to do something more.

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If so many other things hadn't already happened today, he might've kept pressing Kurogane, telling him he needed to rest, not to push himself- He'd lost an arm for goodness sake! Yuuhi was worried about him, but time and again he'd found that mattered little to the ninja. It was evident though, loosely veiled in his eyes and his expression.

He just didn't understand it. The way Kurogane berated him time and again for not being safe, for getting himself injured, and yet seemed to refuse to have anything to do with him when it came to other things.

"Just a suggestion," he shrugged slightly.

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What Kurogane did later unfortunately depended on how much those nurses continued drugging him, so he very well could be forced to stay put tonight. That didn't mean he'd do so willingly or because the magician had suggested it.

He huffed and turned his head away again, trying to think. He really could be stuck in his room doing nothing when night came, and that thought bothered him. Not because he'd be alone or anything, but because he'd be doing nothing. That would drive him crazy, and he knew it!

"I... can watch someone," he said after a while and under some self-protest, "... if they'll stay put."

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It was surprising to hear that Kurogane would 'watch' someone. It meant he'd tolerate resting so long as he could call it something else. If that meant that someone had to play nurse or pretend to be babysat, at least it meant he'd stay in bed.

"I'm sure I can arrange something like that," he replied, already mentally going through the list of people.

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"If they're annoying... forget it," he added soon after, looking back at the other just a bit. The blurring was finally starting to go away now, but Kurogane still could not see Fai's expression at all. He'd better not be smiling or anything dimwitted.