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Day 22: Brunch
Cid usually liked sleeping in, especially in a place as messed up and uninviting as this, but this happened to be one situation where he really wished he hadn't.
Right there, on the bulletin board. The Head Doctor and he'd fucking missed it? Some part of him wished he'd been there to take his eye out and another part of him knew he wouldn't have been able to. No man that powerful who hid for so long went to dangerous places without some kind of entourage.
Brunch sounded like it'd be filling, at least, though he nearly stopped in his tracks when the bastard announced TEA. TEA. It'd been a damn long while since he'd had some fucking tea, though with all the stress this place had found fit to rain down on his fucking head, it hadn't really been the first priority on his mind. Kinda nice, even if Cid was sure this was just some game the mother fucker was playing to get them all stuck neck-deep in Stockholm Syndrome.
He scanned the mostly-empty room for any sign of a familiar face once he'd piled waffles and sausages and syrup on his plate, though the person he really wanted to talk to was that Reynolds guy. "Spaceship" was the last word he remembered clearly before waking up in his bed, and dammit if he wasn't going to keep it stuck like glue in his mind.
He found a table where he could watch people come into the cafeteria and grabbed for his mug. The steam rising from his drink and the bag of herbs in it was nearly enough to make him grin despite it all, and it was with marked leisure and a little relief that he drank his goddamn tea.
Right there, on the bulletin board. The Head Doctor and he'd fucking missed it? Some part of him wished he'd been there to take his eye out and another part of him knew he wouldn't have been able to. No man that powerful who hid for so long went to dangerous places without some kind of entourage.
Brunch sounded like it'd be filling, at least, though he nearly stopped in his tracks when the bastard announced TEA. TEA. It'd been a damn long while since he'd had some fucking tea, though with all the stress this place had found fit to rain down on his fucking head, it hadn't really been the first priority on his mind. Kinda nice, even if Cid was sure this was just some game the mother fucker was playing to get them all stuck neck-deep in Stockholm Syndrome.
He scanned the mostly-empty room for any sign of a familiar face once he'd piled waffles and sausages and syrup on his plate, though the person he really wanted to talk to was that Reynolds guy. "Spaceship" was the last word he remembered clearly before waking up in his bed, and dammit if he wasn't going to keep it stuck like glue in his mind.
He found a table where he could watch people come into the cafeteria and grabbed for his mug. The steam rising from his drink and the bag of herbs in it was nearly enough to make him grin despite it all, and it was with marked leisure and a little relief that he drank his goddamn tea.
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Haku caught sight of one of the larger uniformed men heading towards the woman and Zabuza-san and his mouth turned down in a slight frown.
Rushing in now would serve neither of them any good. Haku reached for a napkin to clean up the water he'd spilled, keeping a careful eye on what was going on.
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Zabuza didn't have a weapon and he couldn't concentrate on chakra, so he did the next best thing. He balled up a fist and socked the woman in her face. No way he was going to let some puny female keep him from seeing if Haku was alright.
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The nurse had her hand up to her face, cupping the blood that was now flowing freely from her nose. The orderly told her to get herself to the medical wing, and she nodded quietly, sending a disapproving, almost disappointed glance at Mr. Fortune as she left.
The orderly, who looked more than capable of blocking the unruly patient's punch and sending one back his way, gave Zabuza a warning look. "If you try that again, there will be punishment," he grunted.
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Haku finished cleaning up the mess and straightened up once more, moving to go around the table to see if he could so something.
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He glanced at Haku as the boy moved and made a slightly amused sound.
"Oh...?" he asked the orderly, still grinning. "And what kind of punishment would you give me?" he sneered as he spoke.
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"Sedate you and put you in the solitary for the rest of the day. Then you won't even be able to watch him from the other side of the room." He hadn't missed the fact that Christopher was trying to maneuver around to get to the other man, and was prepared to take action if the younger one got too close.
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"Please, calm down." He knew that his Master had been given a different name, but until he knew what it was, he had to deal with the insult of not addressing Zabuza-san properly and by name.
This, of course, didn't mean he wouldn't try to jump in should things go from worse to HUGE MESS.
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"Tell me what happened to your face," he said, eyes narrowing. It wasn't a request. He didn't care what the man in the uniform would do to him for saying it either.
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"I can't recall," he said, voice soft and pitched to sound slightly scared. With luck, Zabuza-san would know he was lying... and with a miracle, he wouldn't call him on it and make an even bigger scene.
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Zabuza looked back at the orderly, picturing what it would be like to kill the man. But if Haku was acting for now... maybe he should too. Zabuza had no problem playing along, for a little while.
"I'll find out who did this to you then," he said, and he meant it. "And I'll kill them."
He gave the orderly a contemptuous look, daring him to challenge the ninja again.
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"Fine," he responded. "Just keep away from each other." After all, who said he would ever find a real culprit and be able to hurt them? They would just have to monitor the situation in the event that the older man had any outbursts. There had already been a few fights in the cafeteria thus far - sedating the man if he continued to act out wouldn't be a big deal.
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For now, he had to figure out how to get around it. He couldn't simply stand by calmly while his Master, the man he'd thought dead, the man he'd failed stood before him.
Haku turned and moved to go back to his seat.
It was the most difficult thing he ever had to do.
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It irritated him that the boy hadn't even tried to protest. He gave the orderly another snort of disapproval and then stalked off. He wasn't hungry, even now that he knew he wasn't dead, but now he had to figure out just where this was... and without Haku.
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