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- yohji,
- yue
Day 39: Sun Room [Fourth Shift]
Yue was all too pleased to leave the cafeteria by the time lunch was over, even if he still wasn't satisfied that Fai was properly taking care of himself. It was clear that Touya hadn't accepted the answers he'd been given and intended to find out just what the guardian wasn't telling him, and being watched so closely was beginning to get uncomfortable.
It was clear that the truth would have to come out at some point, especially if they were going to be spending any amount of time together. Avoiding him was entirely out of the question, but at the same time Yue stubbornly refused to consider the idea of just outright telling him about what had happened in the last week. It was a dilemma indeed, and only served to make him even more irritable than ever.
How could he admit any of it? That he was weak and crippled, betrayed and altered by his creator? That he'd almost broken the promise he'd given in exchange for Touya's power? The latter he couldn't help but be reminded of every time he saw this Touya, who had only just gone through it, and would remember it even more clearly.
Fortunately Yukito was staying silent for the moment, although he could feel his other self's disappointment at being unable to speak to Touya so far, and it didn't make him feel any better.
In the midst of all this Yue was rather dismayed to realize that the nurse wanted to lead him to the music room, of all places: that was the room where he'd met the Sakura-who-wasn't-his-Sakura the week before, and needed neither the reminder nor the inevitable noise in that room. He abruptly halted in his tracks and refused to continue on. The nurse seemed initially disappointed, but finally agreed to let him stay in the Sun Room instead; the guardian found a corner in which to stand, arms folded across his chest and lost in his ownbrooding thoughts.
[for Sokka]
It was clear that the truth would have to come out at some point, especially if they were going to be spending any amount of time together. Avoiding him was entirely out of the question, but at the same time Yue stubbornly refused to consider the idea of just outright telling him about what had happened in the last week. It was a dilemma indeed, and only served to make him even more irritable than ever.
How could he admit any of it? That he was weak and crippled, betrayed and altered by his creator? That he'd almost broken the promise he'd given in exchange for Touya's power? The latter he couldn't help but be reminded of every time he saw this Touya, who had only just gone through it, and would remember it even more clearly.
Fortunately Yukito was staying silent for the moment, although he could feel his other self's disappointment at being unable to speak to Touya so far, and it didn't make him feel any better.
In the midst of all this Yue was rather dismayed to realize that the nurse wanted to lead him to the music room, of all places: that was the room where he'd met the Sakura-who-wasn't-his-Sakura the week before, and needed neither the reminder nor the inevitable noise in that room. He abruptly halted in his tracks and refused to continue on. The nurse seemed initially disappointed, but finally agreed to let him stay in the Sun Room instead; the guardian found a corner in which to stand, arms folded across his chest and lost in his own
[for Sokka]
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He slumped down onto one of the couches, watching the cafeteria door in the hopes of managing to catch Ken.
[KenKen!]
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His shoulder twinged and ached, he'd refused painkillers again. He'd rather deal with the pain than a fogged up head. Even as he thought he'd pretend he didn't see Yohji, continue on to the music room, his feet took him to the couch his friend was sprawled on and he sat.
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Plus, he didn't have the heart to tell Yohji that the other man himself was probably the closest they'd come to Ken's idea of a blond beauty.
"...you okay?" He didn't know how badly Yohji had been hurt last night. (Hurt because of him, even, which was a thought that caused Ken more than a little guilt.)
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Yohji shrugged, winced and immediately regretted the movement. "I've been worse," he said with a slightly painful smile. "Unlike you I apparently took the painkillers."
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Or maybe he was just a masochist trying to justify leaving himself in pain.
"It's not that bad, anyway." No, he'd just had sharp teeth tear him open to the bone and if he was being honest with himself he still had a lingering tingling numbness in his fingers. Not that bad at all.
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He just looked at Ken for trying to claim that it wasn't bad. "Ken, I've seen you claim that after being shot, stabbed, half drowned. Forgive me if I don't believe you." He knew how he felt, and Ken had been in worse shape.
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"Yeah, and 'cause I've been shot, stabbed, half-drowned, and nearly burned to death, I don't think that this is that bad." Ken gave Yohji a look right back. "I'll live, painkillers or no."
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He turned and pulled his legs up, now sitting entirely on the couch with his legs to the side, leaning into the armrest.
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Ken sighed. "I'm sick of this bullshit."
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Understanding didn't always come in the same breath as doing.
"Fuck, I even miss the damn trailer," Ken snorted. Giving up on going it alone, he shifted across the couch cushions to lean into Yohji's uninjured side.
"...but even if...we just had them back..."
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Yohji laughed softly at that, a tired but genuine sound. "Even the trailer. Man, we're so fucked if we're missing those few months of hell." Four men sharing a tiny trailer? Yeah, not fun.
He swallowed thickly at it. It was horrible to want them back in this place, but Yohji had to agree. "Yeah... we're not much use without them."