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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 own ~~brooding~~ thoughts.

[for Sokka]

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Dean raised an eyebrow when the guy/"god"/whatever practically jumped at him for the apple, swiping it out of his hand and practically inhaling it. To his credit, Dean kept the "what the hell" expression on his face under wraps, although it was pretty damn hard when the "god" resurfaced from behind his journal with a chin dripping with apple juice. Dean watched as the apple core disappeared down the side of the couch, pretty sure that the staff was going to find a fun surprise in a few days once it started stinking up the joint.

"Human, yeah," Dean said, shrugging. He sat down on the couch, hoping he didn't sit down in any spit or apple juice, and sized up this guy. "So how do I know you're supposed to be some kinda god? You look pretty human to me."

Not that that really meant anything. Gods and demi-gods could pass themselves off as humans, and while he didn't believe in God with a capital G, he could buy stuff like pagan gods running around and, say, killing people for sacrifices. Wasn't like it hadn't happened before. But he needed to make sure this guy was even a god and not some whacko-nutjob with a massive hard-on for apples before he started trying to stick stakes into him or whatever it took to kill him.

When Ryuk felt a little drop of juice drip from his chin, his tongue curled out of his mouth to lick his chops. He couldn't see why he was being denied apples. They were supposed to be healthy.

"Well, for starters Winchester, I ain't an idiot." The name thing usually got people pretty easy. The span had never really been useful before and certainly wasn't going to be for a trade. Even if Ryuk could actually trade here. Maybe he'd do something else instead. He'd find out names for apples. Might be useful to a guy who kept his own name secret.

"So, what is it with people here going around with false names. Ones the nurses didn't give them, I mean. I though were all on the same side now, you know?"

How the hell...

Where did he pull "Winchester" from? Far as he knew, he hadn't used his real name at all here (Ron didn't count, he'd only given him his first name). Then again, "god", supposedly. For all he knew, maybe mind-reading was one of his talents. That or he knew who he was on sight. Dean's face broke out into a deceptively lazy grin, as if he hadn't been caught red-handed lying about who he was.

"Pulling a name out of nowhere doesn't exactly strike me as divine power, Slappy," Dean said. "Is it supposed to mean something or was that you tryin' to impress me?"

He didn't want to go lying any of his cards on the table, even if he might just get lucky and this "god" was just crazy (in his line of work, crazy was actually good - it meant you didn't have any real monsters in the dark, just people being people). Still, he'd had to have gotten that name from somewhere, right? Sam was too good to go around throwing around the fact that the Winchesters were back in town, even if he'd been here only a day. So it couldn't have been him. Dean trusted Sammy to use his head even if he didn't trust him entirely with the Impala.

"Man, you humans are a pain in the ass. If I'd ever stopped to wonder why we killed you, I'd understand now," Ryuk huffed.

"Anyway, whaddaya mean 'out of nowhere'. Like a random guess or something? Dean, I ain't that good at guessing."

Ok, he had to score points for both names, right? He wasn't about to go pulling out the Death Note because first off, it seemed to be broke and secondly...he didn't want anyone stealing it. He was gonna need it once it worked again. Although he had a good while before his years were gonna run out. He could probably nick another one by then.

And then, finally, a thought struck him and he laughed. He already had the damn apple, he didn't have to prove anything now.

Edited 2009-02-28 12:18 (UTC)

Well, that sealed it that he'd been pegged, somehow. Getting lucky with both names? Not very likely, especially when he'd been using aliases up until now. Still, that didn't help him narrow down what this apple-obssessed joker really was, seeing as there was a long, long list of monsters and other crap out in the world that killed humans. Dean wasn't even surprised, especially because the average human was easy prey. They didn't know what was out there, much less how to defend themselves.

"Sounds like either you already knew who I was or someone told you, which seems more likely to me," Dean said. And why was Slappy even laughing now? Christ, he would've rather run up against something that made it obvious it wanted to string him up like a piece of meat - at least that was straight-forward. Sitting next to a "god" who drooled over apples like they were from the Ritz Carlton wasn't his definition of straight-forward, especially when he couldn't tell if he wanted to kill him or was just being frank about it. "Anything else your invisible crystal ball tell you? Or am I wasting my time?"

He had to know if he was dealing with a tricky bastard who could read minds, like a shapeshifter. He'd run into shifters a few times, but those few times were more than enough. They could read your mind, become you even as they went around leaving shed skin all over the damn place. He still wasn't much closer to narrowing down if Slappy here was really a god or just something else he hunted...which wasn't helping when he wanted to figure out exactly how he was gonna go about killing the guy. He already sounded like bad news if he was openly bragging about killing humans, which made him more than fair game in Dean's book.

Edited 2009-02-28 12:34 (UTC)

"Oh. I know who you are, Dean," Ryuk said, ominously. It was that or laugh at the guy and ask why he thought he was so damn important, but...well, going along with it seemed more fun now. "All my kind knows your name." He coulda upped it and tired to guess a loved one but, well, you just couldn't tell with humans these days. Kid oughta be married and settled and whatever like they used to be, but, well, the lived longer these days. Some on them.

Not this one. And he wanted to know what else Ryuk could do. Huh.

"No crystal balls involved," he shrugged. "I could helped you, actually but it ain't worth it, knowing what I know. Which is something you probably don't wanna know."

A part of Ryuk was begging Dean to ask. He wanted to see if it was true that humans went crazy once they learned when their time was up. Not that Shinigami were really supposed to go around telling but, well, whatever. Nothing was right here anyway so screw the rules and good manners.

Oh, Dean wished he had some holy water on him. He was pretty sure this was no god he was dealing with, but some low-level, black-eyed demonic son of a bitch who thought he was some big badass. Demons? He'd learned after the crossroads bitch that demons were big gossips - they talked and she'd known all about him and his family before he'd even tried to trap her that time. Still, just because Slappy knew his name wasn't exactly hard proof he was a demon for sure, not like getting flashed those black eyes by Punk-Ass the other night. He had to find out what this guy knew for sure and what he was pulling out of his ass, no doubt hoping Dean would fall for his bluff. Dean had grown up learning how to pull the wool over people's eyes - being a con man kinda went hand in hand with being a hunter - and he knew better than to just go around blabbing sensitive information like where his usual partner in crime was.

While he didn't need much of an excuse to go staking or exorcising this guy - or whatever it took to kill him - Dean did need to get more information, get a better feel for how much he knew and how much he was pulling out of his ass.

Dean pretended to pick at the knee of his uniform gray pants, flicking off an almost invisible piece of loose thread. "Try me."

"Are you sure?" he teased, unable to hold back his guffawing chuckles.

"Dean Winchester. You have less than a year to live." Oh man was HE gonna be surprised! Ryuk sat back and waited for the doubt and or omgshock to settle in. This guy was probably gonna act tough but Ryuk was sure that the name thing was enough to unsettle him. Freak him out.

Dean stiffened, turning around to glare at Slappy.

"Tell me something I don't know. Your kind are just real bastards, aren't you?" he growled. "It's not even been three days and you're already jumpin' in line to gloat."

Dean was so damn tempted to just slug Slappy right in his smug, freakish face. It might even be an improvement to rearrange the furniture. And while he hadn't revealed anything important to this guy - most likely a demon - that didn't mean he still wasn't a threat. If he found out Sam was here, Dean wouldn't put it past him (it, whatever) to go running his mouth off to his little brother about what really happened at Cold Oak, what Dean had done at the crossroads; demons lied but they knew also how to stick in a knife and twist it, often with truth if they thought it'd be even more damaging. Dean found himself wanting to go for the demon's throat, even though he knew perfectly well it wouldn't be more than a tickle to it, and realized he didn't care. He was tired of getting jerked around by these friggen demons all the time.

It was bad enough he had less than a year to live.

Didn't mean he wanted to put up with getting it ground into his face by some random demon.

Ryuk stared blankly at Dean for a minute.

"What the hell. Who told you?" he frowned. "How many Shinigami have you met, exactly?" Maybe it was one of the others here, that sucked. But it might be better than one from the Realm. They'd probably have died already from stupidity and boredom in this place. They just had no sense of fun, the others.

"Anyway, we ain't the bastards, we're just trying to get by like everyone else, you know? It's you lot that are really scum." Seriously. Give a human a Death Note and it was mass murder and god complexes. He turned the whole goddamn world upside down and had Shinigami doing shit for him. Little smug bastard.

"You just watch yourself or I'll make your time come a little quicker."

Edited 2009-02-28 13:29 (UTC)

Y'know what? Screw it.

He'd been running on empty since Cold Oak, doing his best to keep it together, keep it sane, not break down 'cause he simply couldn't afford to. Didn't mean he couldn't feel all that crap building up: how everything stopped mattering when Sam was dead, all those thoughts circling in his head like you're a failure, a screw-up, and how if that crossroads didn't show, he had no idea what he would do. Then coming back, seeing Sammy alive, but knowing there was still that Big Bad out there and that rather than taking the safe route, his brother instead wanted to head right back into the danger zone, leaving Dean no choice but to go along for the ride. Only he hadn't ever made it to Bobby's, instead waking up in Landels. Three days of bullshit.

And then Sammy was taken.

Suddenly he had no idea what he was going to do with the truth, when he was gonna tell him or how. It was a lot harder to deal with it when his kid brother was right here with him.

All of that pressure finally hit a breaking point, helped along by something as simple as Slappy getting mouthy with him.

That Crossroads Bitch said he had a year left. Dean could deal with having only a year; but he'd be damned if some random demon was gonna taunt him about taking it away from him.

Dean reached up, rubbing the back of his neck, a smirk curving his lips as if he was thinking of something to say and couldn't really believe the crazy that was comin' out of Slappy's mouth. The hunter seemed to look away.

Suddenly Dean wheeled around. He pulled back his fist and slugged the other patient hard in the face, not caring if it was just a love-tap to the damn thing, only that it made him feel better and it wiped that gloating know-it-all look off his face.

Slow motion had never gone so quickly in all of Ryuk's life. And he'd never been punched. Ever. And it wasn't even something he wondered about, you know? None of that 'what would it be like?'. What it WAS like was....a suddenly white light, a lot of sparkles, dull pain and nausea and then a hella lot of SHARP pain.

He held his face and tired to focus on Dean Winchester, the little bastard.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?" he roared. "Right. That is IT." He opened the journal one handed and tried to get the Death Note to a clean page while keeping it there with his elbow and finding a pen. "That's it," he muttered. Prick was gonna die. Ryuk didn't have the time or patients to think up a real horrible way, so he awkwardly wrote 'Dean Winchester' across the page and felt a pang of annoyance at the fact that it might not work. He had 40 seconds in which to find out and decided not to waste them. He slammed the books shut and began trying to club Dean to death with them.

[I had to. It was time.]

Edited 2009-02-28 18:48 (UTC)

The jackass got in a few good hits - Dean could feel warm blood starting to trickle from his nose from a lucky one - but mostly it was because he wasn't much used to getting assaulted with books as weapons, not because Slappy was a particularly good fighter.

Call him crazy, but he got the feeling that this guy wasn't used to fighting.

Dean had been waiting for him to break out the demon mojo, like that telekinesis, but Slappy seemed dead-set on a brawl in the middle of the Sun Room with a book as his weapon of choice. It didn't even matter to Dean if he'd started it in the first place. Bring it. It felt way too good suddenly to get a chance to go one-on-one with these sons of bitches, take out everything from Mom's death to Dad's and what they'd almost done to Sammy on this lazy-eyed, apple-obsessed freak. Dean fell back against the side of the sofa, but immediately pushed himself off it, lunging for Slappy again and just narrowly missing getting brained by that damn book in the process.

He hoped Slappy choked on that friggen apple.

[Gonna go ask for a nurse intervention! :D]

Edited 2009-02-28 19:25 (UTC)

It was going to be one of those days, it seemed. No sooner had one brawl been taken care of than another one began. This one seemed rather less serious, but still?

The two combatants were given no warning before three orderlies appeared, two of them moving to take hold of Ryuk's arms and pull him back and away from the other patient, while the third stepped up to set a firm hold on Dean's arm.

"All right you two, that's quite enough." The nurse paused beside the couch, fishing the apple core from the cushions and holding it between thumb and forefinger with an expression of distaste. "And Mr. Loveday, food should be consumed in the cafeteria."

Ryuk almost jumped out of his skin when he was grabbed, but calmed down immediately. He'd have liked to keep going but whatever. He was kinda tired now.

He winced at the apple. "Maybe if you people let me eat them in the cafeteria we wouldn't have a problem," he sulked. "Hey. This guy hit me. It hurts," he informed them grumpily.

"How long were we fighting?" he asked, checking that the Death Note was concealed.

The staff here was fast, he'd give them that. They'd probably been only going at it for a few seconds before they were forced apart, two of the orderlies dragging Slappy away and one of them holding Dean back. Dean's nose was still bleeding, blood dripping down his chin to splatter against his shirt, but he didn't seem to care, still glaring at the other "patient".

"Not long enough," Dean spat back. "And don't act like it hurts, you friggen wuss."

He reached up with his free hand and angrily tried to wipe the blood from his nose with the back of his hand. It just ended up smearing it around. Dean knew what this demon was trying to do; most likely trying to play the pity card (seriously?) and make him look like the bad guy. Then again, from a bystander's point of view, it did look like he'd been the one to instigate but screw that. Slappy had it coming, especially with how he kept gloating about his one year expiration date, and Dean wasn't at all sorry he got to slug the bastard even if it'd been in broad daylight.

Edited 2009-02-28 21:54 (UTC)

"It was certainly more than long enough," the nurse interjected in a stern tone, frowning toward Ryuk before making a shooing gesture toward the orderlies with him. "I think you'd be better off sitting somewhere else, Mr. Loveday. Perhaps some time in the Music Room?"

Satisfied that at least the two men would be separated now, she turned back toward Dean, her expression softening a little as she pulled a packet of tissues from her pocket and offered him one. "Here, Mr. Derringer, this is probably better than your hand. Sit back down and pinch your nose, mm?" She did seem genuinely concerned for him, even as she continued her lecture. "Don't think I didn't see you starting the little fight, though. You seem to have learned your lesson, though, so I expect you to be on your best behavior from now on."

"It does hurt you- stupid...sensitive little...girl," he tried snapping back while holding his poor, poor face.

Ryuk was lead away, leaving it too late to shout 'Dead man walking' at Dean. He figured it would have had a real good effect, but he was too late.

[Going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/570932.html?thread=47486260#t47486260).]

Dean took some petty pride seeing that while he might not've drawn blood, he had given Slappy some souvenirs: no doubt he'd be nursing a bruised lip and black eye.

"Thanks," he said and swapped his hand for a tissue, doing as she said and pinching the bridge of his nose. He had the distinct feeling of being scolded like a kid - he was used to bleeding, seeing as his job was more than a little "high risk", but having someone standing over a simple nosebleed and looking at him like that was a new one. He flashed the nurse - not Hello Nurse, but a different one - a grin, the one that usually charmed his way through a female witness's front door. "Sure thing."

He flashed her a thumbs up with the hand that wasn't busy trying to deal with the bloody nose, grinning around the tissue and not caring how he looked. Far as he was concerned, he was already feeling better. Still...for a demon, he didn't get Slappy. Slappy should've been able to toss him around easily but he'd been almost - almost too easy. There weren't such things as wussy demons, were there?

The nurse nodded slightly, seeming not entirely convinced by his reassurance but accepting it for the time being. At least he no longer would be fighting with that patient for now, though she'd need to keep an eye on this one in the future in case of any more unprovoked attacks.

"See that you do, then. There's no reason why we can't all get along, Mr. Derringer." She nodded to him and bustled off again with her orderly escort in tow, now that he seemed settled enough to no longer cause trouble.

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