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damned_institute2009-02-26 01:27 pm
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Entry tags:
- aidou,
- akihiko,
- albedo,
- allelujah,
- allen,
- ayumu,
- badou,
- beatrix,
- callisto,
- chise,
- claus,
- dean winchester,
- haku,
- harley,
- harry osborn,
- haruno sakura,
- heiji,
- hinamori momo,
- homura,
- honey,
- indiana jones,
- irene,
- junpei,
- juri,
- keman,
- kenshin,
- kurogane,
- leon (so2),
- luxord,
- meche,
- naruto,
- peter parker,
- peter petrelli,
- rangiku,
- reid,
- renamon,
- roland,
- ryuk,
- s.t.,
- saber,
- sakura,
- scar (tlk),
- sokka,
- suzaku,
- touya,
- yahiko,
- 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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A brief thought made him want to hug the man, but Albedo wasn't that trusting of strangers, no matter how nice they were. But Angel was comforting, and that was something he was sorely lacking.
The surprise trickled out of his eyes, to be replaced by a tired sadness. "I can't--it's yours." He looked down at the notebook. "It has your drawings."
The boy looked up at Angel questioningly. "And why would you...?"
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Angel supposed he used to feel that way, too. Before Sunnydale.
"It's not—I draw a lot," he replied, somewhat lamely, but it was true. "You look like you could use it more."
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...Maybe he could. If he thought of it like family... like if Rubedo shared his food with him, or found something interesting during free time. Someone giving something to someone else because they really thought the other would enjoy it more.
But someone he just met doing so... and to Albedo of all people....
The boy swallowed, unsure of the world around him once more. (Perhaps everything wasn't as dark as he was sure.) He slowly lowered the notebook back to his lap. "It's... for me?"
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But there'd been Faith and her lack of belief in anyone; Angel didn't really want to see Albedo fall down the same road. A life alone had sort of picked him and Angel wasn't sure if he deserved any different, but it didn't have to be that way for anyone else.
"It's yours." He nodded. "If you want it."
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Something.
He brushed his hand over the page that was open reverently. This was his. This entire affair had placed Albedo in a changed state, and he couldn't think.... The boy was content to simply sit next to Angel and enjoy his drawings. Albedo was content. That was an interesting concept. "I.... Thank you."
The phrase was widely unused but it came completely genuine and heart-felt. This... meant a lot. That was all Albedo knew.
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Angel nodded and stood. Albedo looked better than he had when Angel had first sat down with him, so that was something, he supposed. He always check in with the boy some time later and maybe keep an eye on him that way.
"Take care of yourself."