Day 39: Sun Room [Fourth Shift]

[winged_moon]

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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[deadlyjuliet.livejournal.com]

Tonight would be the test to see if Luxord was really up to Grell's standards. He had looks, charm, poetry and bloodlust going for him, but there was just one more thing that Grell had to know. What did he look like when he gouged into someone? Did he have that almost feral look that Sebastian had when he'd gone to protect his precious master? Or would he have something different? Closer to her? Or more like Will when he cleaved a soul from its body? Without a heart, Grell had no way of knowing if Luxord would even make a face, but he certainly hoped he would. There was nothing more beautiful than seeing a good man dressed in red.

"I'll be making my way to his room - the fool was daft enough to write it on the board where anyone could see. He's in M71." Tonight was going to be fun. The company was perfect and much more in-line with his interests and persuasions than the law-minded crowd like Bruce and Wally. He was going to be able to show Brainiac 5 that he wasn't the genius he thought he was; and he was going to be able to put on a show for a worthy party. "Meet me in the hallway that connects those dormitories? I'm stationed not far from there, but I fear it's a little forward to be inviting you home just yet." Grell smirked as he eyed the card in the Nobody's fingers and then shifted his eyes back to the man's face.

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

Ah. That was precisely why Luxord never, ever left his room number on the board. At hearing that the supposed genius did, Luxord shook his head and laughed quietly. "How naive of him. I suppose Fate must really wish of you to punish him." It did, after all, work in mysterious ways.

The location was noted and X nodded his head. It seemed it was that time to leave, however, as Nursey McNursingson abounded to pull the Gambler away from his new-found friend (even giving him a short reprimanding for "holding Geoffrey's hand like that, that's not what a man like you does, Daniel."). Sad, yes, but there would be time to play once the doors unlocked. He even made sure to blow the god a kiss as he was dragged away.