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damned_institute2009-06-30 08:33 pm
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Dayshift 42: Bill's Hardware
[From here]
The first store to really catch his attention was one that appeared to carry various items used for repair. Some Takasugi was familiar with while others he'd never seen before. From the window, he could already spot a few that could prove to be of use to him, provided he could figure out how to acquire them without any cash. The institution had only given him a few coupons, none of which had the store's name on it nor seemed to name any destinations he had actually wanted to visit at some point in the day.
After a quick glance to make sure he wasn't being followed by the nurses (or by a certain Vice Commander he had spotted on his way to here who had been unmistakable in a shade of orange blinding enough that even someone with poor depth perception couldn't miss), Takasugi stepped inside to get a better look. A few stares were cast his way at the bandages, but no one approached him with inane questions or vapid attempts at conversation, something he was grateful for as he casually strolled down the aisles, inspecting the nails first.
They weren't optimal, especially to a samurai whose sword had been like an arm to him for over a decade, but he could snatch enough of them to do considerable damage to the flesh. Even if they were blunt, he would be able to put enough strength and momentum into his swing to draw blood. The hammers were another option but more difficult to conceal anywhere on his body.
He continued to browse, fingers running along each new tool to test the sharpness, his smile increasing as he quickly came upon a set of saws. Now, that was more like what he had in mind.
[Reserved forMami's little girl Kagura]
The first store to really catch his attention was one that appeared to carry various items used for repair. Some Takasugi was familiar with while others he'd never seen before. From the window, he could already spot a few that could prove to be of use to him, provided he could figure out how to acquire them without any cash. The institution had only given him a few coupons, none of which had the store's name on it nor seemed to name any destinations he had actually wanted to visit at some point in the day.
After a quick glance to make sure he wasn't being followed by the nurses (or by a certain Vice Commander he had spotted on his way to here who had been unmistakable in a shade of orange blinding enough that even someone with poor depth perception couldn't miss), Takasugi stepped inside to get a better look. A few stares were cast his way at the bandages, but no one approached him with inane questions or vapid attempts at conversation, something he was grateful for as he casually strolled down the aisles, inspecting the nails first.
They weren't optimal, especially to a samurai whose sword had been like an arm to him for over a decade, but he could snatch enough of them to do considerable damage to the flesh. Even if they were blunt, he would be able to put enough strength and momentum into his swing to draw blood. The hammers were another option but more difficult to conceal anywhere on his body.
He continued to browse, fingers running along each new tool to test the sharpness, his smile increasing as he quickly came upon a set of saws. Now, that was more like what he had in mind.
[Reserved for
THIRD TIME'S THE CHARM
ABORT ME PLEASE'sup]"Hey mister," Kagura leaned on the counter to talk to the shopkeeper. "Where do you keep the candy?"
And of course the shopkeeper told her that this wasn't a candy shop, this was a hardware store. She knew that. She wasn't that stupid. But it was cold outside and she didn't want to go to another store. So she decided to demand candy from any store. ANY STORE. Someone must at least have a stick of gum.
"Don't worry about the details, mister. I'm not picky." Ironically, she was picking her nose. "I take hard candy too."
The shopkeeper made some comment about people from the loonybin.
"I bet you hide the candy." She looked around. "I bet you hide them in the shelf next to the hacksaws which should be kept out of the reach of children like me, you basta--" It was then when she saw a familiar sight, sans the familiar pair of legs that launched a thousand terrorist ships (and helicopters with visually-impaired people for gunners/pilots).
"AHHH! It's you!"
My inbox had a good smoke after :/
Absently, he listened in on the conversation, unsurprised that the girl would share Gintoki's affinity for sweets or that she would threaten a harmless store manager to get them. The Yato were an absolutely volatile race, something Takasugi had quickly learned from his association with the Harusame. They were ruled by nothing less than pure hunger -hunger for blood, hunger for sustenance, unrelenting hunger. Were the girl not already corrupted by Gintoki's complacent attitude, she would have made a formidable warrior.
But as she was, she merely proved to be a nuisance.
Letting his hand drop away from the blade of the saw, he glanced towards the girl, head tilting slightly as he stared down at her. "So you've managed to live this long without the Shiroyasha. I'm impressed."
YOUR INBOX IS A PEDO
Yes, Kagura should be worried, but she was too busy staring up the man's nostrils and wondering if this was the perfect time to knee him in the balls. The next thought that crossed her mind was whether or not he had balls in the first place. And she would have found out, had one word not piqued her interest:
Shiroyasha.
She knew that this was something he called Gintoki, but not why. She knew that Gintoki, Zura and he had a past together, but Kagura never really asked Gintoki about it. Gintoki was the type of man who, during his random bouts of Shounen Jump heroism, put a premium on the present and what was right in front of them. The Gintoki of the past was unknown to her. And while this was probably the perfect opportunity to ask, she was the type of heroine who put a premium on finding ways to bully other people over finding out things that might be helpful on future plot developments.
"Shiroyasha?" she asked innocently. "What's that? The half-demon boy with the fluffy ears and the overcompensating sword? I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff.
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Shrugging lightly and gracing her with an enigmatic smile, he merely answered,"That is something for the Shiroyasha himself to tell you." He paused for a moment before a thought occurred to him. "If you ever see him again that is."
Takasugi knew one way or another, he would get himself out of this institution and back to his home world. Whether or not the same could be said of this girl was difficult to determine. She was strong but still a child, and all of her strength was misplaced on the menial and the inconsequential.
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"I told you," she said, hands on her hips. "I don't know any Shiroyashas. That's why you're going to tell me."
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Sliding his fingers along the metal part of the saw, Takasugi's gaze shifted again, unwilling to play babysitter for the rest of the morning. He had no business with her nor was he interested in starting any. "Go run along and play elsewhere. Like I said, it is Gintoki's prerogative if he wants to tell you or not."
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He took her for someone stupid, didn't he? Just because she looked cute and innocent doesn't mean he should think that she's stupid. Well, she wasn't. She knew Gintoki was never going to tell her, which is why she wanted him to tell her. He may or may not lie about this but at least she knew... for the sake of tormenting Gintoki with this information.
"I'm not playing!" She stepped in front of him to stress her point (and to make him stop forming intimate relationships with that saw). "And I don't care what Gin-chan thinks, so tell me already!"
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His lips turned up in a slight smile as he turned to face her fully. "That man you find yourself so close to, do you think he's as idiotic as he seems? He may wear a dumb face in the daylight, but I've seen him bear his fangs countless times."
His own teeth showed as his grin widened, remembering the battlefields they had drenched in blood while fighting side by side. He himself had been merciless, but what the Shiroyasha could do -even now, Takasugi had never seen anything so deplorable and menacing.
A beast just like himself.
"He may have a gone a bit soft, but there was a time he could kill without a trace of guilt or sorrow. That's the man you live with."
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As for his deadly fangs, well, Gintoki could brush his teeth more.
So Kagura came to the conclusion that this man knew something, but nothing important. She would have been more suspicious if he were less creepy and cryptic but it's his nature to be creepy and cryptic and hers to lose interest in complicated things.
And that smile was creeping her out. One too many horrible memories were associated with that smile. Maybe (one of her more intelligent decisions for that day) she should back out from this one.
But not without a fight.
So she kicked him in the shin, called him a stupid pervert, and ran off, leaving him with his sharp and pointy friends.
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The more he thought of the Shiroyasha and how that man had become so domesticated, the more he remembered his ambition to destroy him and all the useless waste that had collected in Edo as a result of the Amanto's invasion. She would have to give Gintoki a parting word for him because he had no intention of letting the man live.
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The hardware store looked like the most likely place to find weapons, so he ended up starting there. Of course, anything obvious would get confiscated, which begged problems - but, he wondered, how did Fox manage to get hold of a sword?
With care, Snake eased into the shelves carrying miscellaneous nails and screws, and gathered up a handful of wickedly thick ones. How was he going to smuggle these out?