damned_institute | Night 41: M01-10 Hallway

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Night 41: M01-10 Hallway

[in M7]

Hanatarou had managed to choke down about half of his dinner before finally giving up and pushing the tray away. With a glance back at Sora to make sure his roommate wasn't looking, he'd opened the closet door to get his uniform and started to change; he thought that if he was going to act like a healer he could at least look like one. Right?

He was just settling his pack in place when the intercom went off, and he gave a startled glance back toward the speaker. The announcement was creepy and disturbing as usual, but considering that he was already a bundle of nerves as it was...well, there wasn't really a visible impact on him. There were supposed to be two people - two strangers - coming by to be healed, and he hoped that he'd be able to help them.

The healer paused for a moment, staring blankly at the imitation Hisagomaru in the corner of the closet before finally deciding to leave it there for the time being. He'd have to see how he felt after trying to heal two people before deciding what he was going to do next.

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"It's okay, really." Hanatarou managed a somewhat more genuine smile this time, even if it was still small, in an attempt to be reassuring. "It happens when, when, um, I do anything here. If I let that stop me I'd never get anything done..."

At the thanks he stammered to a halt and just ducked his head a little in something resembling a nod, with a mumbled, "You're welcome." It wasn't as though he'd done that much, but...he'd already been told several times not to stop apologizing for it. Not by these two, but still.

Fortunately there was something to distract him, and he quickly turned toward Nataku, reaching out to stop him. "Oh, it's...don't worry, I don't need to see. I'll, um, do what I can and then you can take them off..."

"It's pretty good of you to keep doing it then," Kenren said, going to sprawl on the other bed as Nataku prepared to take his turn. Kenren knew people who would probably refuse to help anyone if it meant inconveniencing themselves.

"You need any help, Nataku?" he asked, giving the younger god a concerned look as he tried to unwrap the bandages. He wasn't sure how badly his arm was injured but there was no way that it couldn't hurt.

He listened to the exchange between Hanatarou and Kenren silently, smiling a little. He liked Hanatarou. There were a lot of gods who would complain endlessly about the slightest inconvenience, especially if it was for the sake of helping someone other than themselves.

When Hana's fingers rested lightly on his arm, he stopped trying to unwrap the bandages and looked up at the other boy. "...Oh." His face felt warm again but he smiled. "Ok, thanks." He just let his arm rest against his knee. "Is this alright?"

As long as it was stationary, it didn't hurt as much. He glanced over at Kenren too. The look on his face made Nataku pause a moment, but he shook his head. "I'm alright. Don't worry."

Hanatarou nodded a little before ducking his head, ostensibly examining Nataku's arm in order to hide his expression. It was odd, but he was starting to like these two. He was glad that he was able to help what little he could.

He held his hands hand just above Nataku's arm, eyes losing focus as though he were looking through it and into the fracture; as he concentrated the green glow slowly reappeared, and he focused his reiatsu on healing the bone. This was far more difficult than the relatively simple burns had been, and his brow creased and eyes halfway closed as he worked.

Kenren couldn't help but grin when Nataku told him not to worry. "If you're sure," he agreed. He would worry anyway. Nataku had spent enough time being used as a kid that he deserved someone to worry about him. Kenren would gladly take up that mantle. He wasn't certain that Hanatarou didn't need someone to worry about him too.

It was his turn to watch curiously as Hanatarou began the healing. The green glow again and although he couldn't see any change, he knew what the feeling of it would be like now.

Nataku knew he would worry anyway, and though he couldn't really say he minded he tried not to show any further signs of discomfort. That was just the way Kenren was. Goku seemed to attract people who were... different, even rough on the outside, but good at heart.

That wasn't necessarily true for all of them though. Had he been wrong to judge Sanzo so soon, or was it Goku who had misjudged this time? Neither of them had been trying to kill last night. Maybe he should try once more. Later. It could simply be the strange sort of peace that had settled over him.

Nataku sat very still while Hanatarou worked, not wanting to disrupt his concentration and cause him further pain. Like Kenren, he couldn't see exactly what was being done but he could feel the pain fading as his arm healed. As curious as he was about the light, he kept an eye on the healer, too. Doing so much in one night couldn't be easy.

It really wasn't easy, not at all, but Hanatarou was still determined to do the best that he could. The break in the bone slowly sealed itself closed again, but still it wasn't quite healed. Almost, but not quite. It was still a little weak, and would be easier to re-break than before.

That wasn't what Hanatarou wanted, though, so he pushed a little more, trying to heal it just that tiny bit more. Unfortunately, that was just too much for him - the pain in his head spiked sharply as he tried to draw upon too much power, and his vision went black as he slowly toppled forward onto his patient.

"Crap," kenren swore, moving quickly once he saw Hanatarou begin to list and fall towards Nataku, eyes closed. Damn it! he'd known that Nataku should have gone first! He went over to Hanatarou's side, wrapping an arm around his shoulder before he could fall any further. The last thing Kenren wanted was for him to fall to the ground and give himself a concussion.

He looked up at Nataku apologetically. "Help me get him laid down?"

It was just as well that Kenren had caught him first. Nataku's arm didn't hurt at all anymore, but he was careful to favour it a little as he helped Kenren lay Hanatarou down on the bed. He wasn't going to undo all the work the healer had done just moments after he tired himself out.

Nataku shifted to sit on the edge of the bed and touched his shoulder. "Hanatarou?"

He was still breathing, obviously, so he was probably ok...right? He bit the inside of his lip and looked up at Kenren. "What should we do? Is he going to be ok?"

Hanatarou was clearly breathing, and normally, even if he didn't respond to being shifted about or to the sound of his name. To all appearances he'd just fallen asleep, although rather deeply, as testified by the small puddle of drool forming by his mouth.

[he's out for a bit; feel free to just skip him ♥]

Kenren checked Hanatarou over, but he didn't seem to be inured. Didn't even seem to be unconcious in the tru sense of the word. Just very deeply asleep. He laughed softly, shaking his head as he pulled the covers over his sleeping form. "I guess the healing took more out of him than he guessed it would," he said with a touch of amusement. "I guess we could leave him a note? Don't know how long he'll take to wake up."

He watched Kenren check Hanatarou over, but he really seemed to be ok. Just sleeping. Nataku reached over again and tried to push his mouth closed with a finger. "He's going to wake up in a river of drool."

They really did have things to do, as Kenren gently reminded him, so it was probably best that they got going before night ended. There were some drawbacks to making plans. "Is it ok to leave him alone like this?"

Kenren laughed softly, shaking his head. "Looks that way, but I think he'll survive the drool." He thought for a moment when Nataku asked if it was okay to leave him alone. "Well, monsters never seem to come into the bedrooms so he should be fine." Still, he didn't like leaving him alone like that after what he'd done to help them. "We could always wait for him to wake up, I guess?" he offered with a grin and then shook Hanatarou's shoulder gently.

"I dunno, he could drown in it." Nataku replied, mock-serious. He hadn't brought any pens with him, forgoing them in favor of scalpels but he fetched one from a nearby desk and started doodling on Hanatarou's cheek while he slept.

"I know we have things to do tonight." He replied, focused on his drawing. "I just don't want him to wake up alone. Not after he worked so hard. He should at least know it was dumb to push himself until he passed out." And that they appreciated it regardless. And that they saw him as more than just a useful thing. Maybe they didn't need to say thank you again, but Nataku believed in deeds over words - the least he could do was wait.

Kenren snorted at that and then looked thoughtful. "You're right We can't have the healer drowning while we're on watch," he said with exaggerated seriousness. He leaned over a little and grinned when he saw what Nataku was doodling on Hanatarou's face. It also reminded him never to fall asleep anywhere near the kid, although maybe him and Okita could team up and get Homura sometime...

"You're right," kenren agreed easily, perching on the end of the bed. It would be pretty crappy to just leave him sleeping like this.

He was lying on a grassy hill, watching the flowers bend and sway in a light breeze when a butterfly flitted up and landed on Hanatarou's cheek, its feet tickling against his skin. He shifted a little but it refused to leave, and the light tickle only grew more distracting, until he finally reached up to brush it away.

The movement jerked the healer awake again, though he was caught in momentary confusion between dream and reality: his fingers found something other than a butterfly and the darkened room wasn't quite what he was expecting. He blinked a couple of times, not quite comprehending what he was seeing just yet.

Nataku turned to smile briefly at Kenren. "Thanks."

He paused when Hanatarou started to wake up. He'd just put the finishing touches on the last doodle anyway - more accurately, the last in a small cluster of mushrooms.

Though he angled the pen away from Hanatarou's face in case he decided to sit up suddenly, he didn't even try to hide what he'd been doing. It wasn't like he could pull his hand out of Hanatarou's without the boy noticing. "Hey, Hanatarou. Feeling better now?" He tapped the healer's cheek lightly with the back of the pen. "You were asleep so long mushrooms grew on your face."

"Welcome back to the land of the conscious," Kenren said with a grin at the boy as he woke up. "We decided that we couldn't just leave you here," he explained and then glanced over at the door. "So we're commandeering you for the night." He seemed like he'd be fun to have along and it seemed that whoever he'd been supposed to meet wasn't coming considering it was getting late already.

"Huh?" Hanatarou blinked at Nataku, clearly trying to wake up enough to figure out who this person was and what he was talking about, and why there were mushrooms involved. After a moment recent memory returned - oh, right, the History Club, and he'd healed...oh.

He struggled to sit a little more upright, wincing slightly as the movement reminded him of his headache (which fortunately had lessened while he'd been asleep, for however long that had lasted), and glanced between the pair. "Comman...what? But, Kira-fukutaichou..."

Although if Kira hadn't arrived yet, was he going to? Had something maybe happened to him, or had plans changed, or...Hanatarou had no idea, and expected he'd be the last to be told about anything of that sort anyway. If these two needed a healer for something, maybe it would be best if he went with them?

"They're not here, and nightshift is going to be over soon... so you can come with us if you want." Nataku replied...despite the fact that they were probably going to commandeer him anyway. "It's better than sitting alone in the dark all night."

He frowned a little. "And I didn't get to say thanks for healing my arm. So," He prodded Hanatarou in the forehead with the back of the pen. "Next time don't push yourself so hard you pass out, ok? If you do it again you might wake up with a whole forest of mushrooms on your face."

"Yeah," Kenren agreed, nodding at Nataku. "It's getting pretty late so I'm guessing they got held up or something." Or maybe disappeared but he wasn't about to vocalise that thought. Hanatarou was skittish enough as it was and Kenren didn't want to make him any worse. "So you should come with us. We can always use another person and we'd feel bad about just leaving you here on your own." He was worried that he'd somehow manage to get eaten even in the relative safety of the bedroom.

"Ah...o-okay?" There wasn't really any reason to argue with the two of them, especially since they were right. If Kira hadn't arrived yet, he probably wasn't going to, though Hanatarou wasn't sure why they'd want to drag him along when he'd just slow them down.

He flinched a little in automatic reaction to the tap against his forehead, but only blinked at Nataku for a moment before managing to summon up a small smile again. "You're welcome?" The comments about mushrooms were making him curious and wishing he had a mirror, it was true, but somehow he didn't get the feeling there was anything malicious about Nataku at all.

Nataku returned the smile. "Ok, consider yourself commandeered." Yeah, he really liked Hanatarou... especially with those nice designs on his face. He'd figure it out eventually, Nataku was sure of that. In the meantime he should be glad that it wasn't nose hairs.

He hopped off the bed, double checking his pockets for the pair of scalpels and the note Ritsuka had left him. That would do for tonight except for one little thing.

He glanced at Kenren. "I didn't bring anything to carry the metal in."

Kenren grinned rakishly at Hanatarou, nodding in satisfaction. "Welcome to History Club, I guess," he said with a laugh. He pulled out his gun, checking it for ammo and to make sure that it wouldn't jam if it came to a fight. He didn't really think that it would, but it was something that had just been drilled into him for as long as he could remember. "Or, y'know, just welcome to being friends with the two of us. Whatever floats your boat."

He kept the gun in his hand for now and looked over at Nataku. "Hey, Hanatarou, mind if we borrow some pillowcases?"

Hanatarou managed a somewhat shyer smile for Kenren and nodded, choosing to ignore the 'History Club' comment for the time being. He didn't really think that the other shinigami would appreciate him joining another group, but that brought him back to what he'd been dwelling on earlier, and he didn't much feel like going back to it just now. It was just giving him a headache, and he had enough of one at the moment.

If they were going to be leaving the room, though, he had his own preparations to make. The healer pushed to his feet again, hesitating a moment at a brief spell of light-headedness, and moved over to his closet. "Pillowcases?" he asked, blinking back at the other two. "Oh. Um. No?" They'd be replaced in the morning anyway, if past experience was any indication.

He turned back to the closet again then, pulling his sword out of the back corner and carefully sliding it into place at his waist. Hopefully he'd have no need to attempt to use it tonight, but it was best to be prepared.

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