damned_institute | Dayshift 42: Bus 2

Before anyone could come to any decisions for their next move, the room suddenly filled with a thick fog. Faster than he could realize what was happening, it had filled up the entire room and swallowed every single one of his friends. Then there was that undeniable stench of iron, blood and... he last remembered taking a step back and feeling that slippery skid and the realization of what that was. By the time he yelled, he was sitting straight up in his bed like he'd bolted awake. Like it'd been nothing more than a bad dream. ...What the hell just happened?!

"Oh! Good morning!" The nearby voice made him yelp with a half squeak-like noise. Oh, for hell's sake. It was one of those freaking nurses again. She was beaming at him like nothing had happened at all. Before he could so much as ask one question, the hag started blathering real fast about some field trip and buses and getting changed and hurrying up before everyone left without him and... OH MY GOD, WHAT WAS SHE DOING?! She was grabbing at his shirt like she was about to start helping him get dressed (or undressed in this case).

He flailed in a desperate attempt to get away from her and yelled his consent to go along if she would get out and let him change HIMSELF. What was the matter with her?! Thankfully, she left but told him to hurry. Hell if he knew what she'd do if he took too long. So for the sake of not getting freaking stripped, he quickly changed into the clothes she'd left on the bed. Clothes being the ugliest looking white-and-black track pants he'd ever seen and a bright blue sweatshirt with a cute little penguin design on the front. This was some kind of joke, right? ...Not to say the penguin wasn't cute or anything but there was no way, no way, he was wearing something like this in public.

But the nurse had burst right in again, and before Kanji could offer much protest, he was being pulled down the hallways and through the doors of the bus. He'd yelled some things her way, but she totally wasn't listening at all. By the time they stopped, he was standing at the front of the bus with a paper bag and the nurse had run off to cart another poor sap along. Frickin' PERFECT. For the sake of not standing up there like some kind of zoo animal for everyone to stare at, he plopped himself into one of the seats by the front and sighed in complete exasperation.

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That earned Aya a dark look from Yohji. "Oh yeah, 'cause you're just a paragon of virtue when it comes to putting Weiss first," he said scornfully. Was this really how conversations with Aya in the town were going to go? It seemed that way. he half expected to turn around and see Asuka peering over his shoulder. He carefully didn't turn around. "I do what I cant o keep my sanity and trust me, if not for him, I'd have been dead or given in to this place a long time ago." Even if that just scraped the surface of what was actually going on. He didn't even know what was going on, but it was more than that now. He just didn't like to put any kind of name to it. Fate hated him.

That was different and Yohji knew it. They all had their own personal goals or reasons in Weiss. You couldn't compare what he had done for his sister to putting someone like a member of Schwarz first. You couldn't and if Yohji even dared. "Of all the people..." Obviously this was more than just picking each other up when they were bleeding to death. There were hundreds here and Yohji chose Schuldig of all of them to be his pillar of sanity? Could they just pause there for a moment and listen to how sane that sounded?

The bus continued to rattle and shift over bumps as they headed to town. Aya just hoped they were close. He wanted off this bus now.

"Listen, Aya," Yohji snarled, eyes narrowed dangerously. "You have no idea what happened before I woke up here. I was here for weeks before any of the rest of you turned up, so if I happened to find the one person who could verify that any of what I'd gone through was real, when the entire place was set up to make me believe otherwise, then so what? He's the only person I've been able to lean on who hasn't disappeared on me in this fucking place. So back off."

"I have no idea because neither of you have told me." Ken danced around it. Yohji had been practically doing pirouettes. The most he'd gotten was a 'a lot had happened' which said nothing. Excuse him, if his priority had been trying to understand where he'd woken up.

Yohji wanted him to back off? Fine.

Aya stood, violet eyes flashing. "Mr. Tanaka-!" His nurse was there seconds later, alarmed and trying to stave off a potential dangerous outburst from charge. The look the swordsman turned on her was potent enough to make her pause for a second.

He said nothing to either of them. While every inch of his body was screaming to turn on his heel, plow to the back of the bus and finish what the Tower crashing apparently hadn't managed to rid him of Aya restrained himself. Unfortunately the only seat left open was the one immediately in front of them. He'd take what he could get. Aya claimed it, curling up in a tight ball of black and red frustration highlighted by what little pale skin his second-hand clothing showed.

What the hell had happened to his team?

"There's good reason for that," Yohji muttered underneath his breath as Aya moved. Neither he nor Ken exactly wanted to explain to Aya how fucked up everything had become, how close both of them were to the edge. Hell, they might both be over it by now, just clinging on by their fingertips. 'Oh hi, Aya. Ken started killing people for fun and I tried to strangle you to death so I could get my memory wiped'. Yeah, there was no way to give that any kind of good spin.

He glared at the back of Aya's head in the seat in front of him for a moment and then leaned back, wincing at the pressure against his back. Fuck. That was no how that conversation was supposed to have gone.

A mistake in hindsight. Misunderstanding was running rampant on all sides in a rare and very ugly form. Maybe whenever he calmed down to more of a simmer and one of them sat him down to tell what happened in those five years, he'd regret the harsh words that had spilled out of him and the way he'd behaved.

But right now he was grabbing onto his hatred for Schwarz, because that was one of the few things that made sense right now. Wrapped tight in his pride and a sudden fierce mental division between black and white, Aya was doing his unmovable force impersonation. Not the best time to be doing such, but he didn't care.

He felt Yohji's eyes burning twin holes in the back of his head and ignored it. He set himself to ignore pretty much everything, other than the jarring motions of the bus and the tight web of his thoughts. Yet his hand still strayed up, rubbing the lobe of his ear where her earring should be.

Violet eyes slid shut and Aya was silent for the rest of the trip.

Dayshift 42: Bus 2

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