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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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"It's alright," Kurama replied, softening his voice to be as gentle and sincere as possible. "He'll get his due soon enough. They all will, for what they're doing to us here."
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"That's what the optimistically blinded say when they realize they're helpless," he commented icily, turning to look back at Kurama as his anger faded. "And I won't foolishly believe that someone is going to kill him one day. I'll do it myself."
Unballing his fists, the shinigami idly glanced down at his palms, unsurprised to find crescent nail marks in his skin. The question now was whether to continue the game. It was his turn, the other boy was here longer, he could perhaps give the shinigami more information than some of the others.
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"I believe it's your turn, Hisoka. If you'd still like to play, of course."
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"Why do you want to know so bad?"
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Kurama knew it sounded sappy, but it was true. And it was something he'd been neglecting as of late. He was so used to keeping to himself... In a situation like this, it was dangerous.
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"How would that save us now?" Hisoka asked, genuinely confused, not realizing that he had gone out of turn.
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Kurama sighed, folding his hands once more and resting his chin on them. His gaze was contemplative as he stared at the table. "Sometimes, friends are just important to have in a place like this. It can't be explained. There's something about a one-man-show that just drags you down after a while, leaving you nothing more than a shell, going through the motions. And I should know. I almost died by putting my faith in only myself, and I still didn't learn from it. It took a human woman to teach me that there's something special in the bonds we make with people...Something that can save more than just our lives. It can save everything that makes us who we are, and then some."
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Funny how he tried to save the overgrown idiot when the time came.
The boy shook his head again.
"In a way, you're right... there are times when you need a friend to be there," Hisoka replied, definitely feeling odd as the words tumbled from his lips. "But people are liabilities. Friends are liabilities. You always worry about them, if they're okay and you have to protect them when they fall."
Like someone he knew. Hisoka frowned, fighting back the wonderings of just exactly what happened to his partner after the fire.
"And I've met a few of the people here, they are less than savory characters... I think it might be better if I'm alone."
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"But they give you a strength that no amount of training can produce," Kurama continued, the frown vanishing. "I've seen a boy with barely any training taken on a full-grown demon. Electrocuted nearly to the point of death, he was clearly outmatched. But knowing that his friends were in danger, that boy used his own life energy to attack the beast. He nearly died from it, but he won. If he had been fighting for himself, he never would have been able to tap into that energy. He would have been killed." He paused, smiling slightly.
"I can assure you, though, that not everyone here is unsavory as you think. I wouldn't mind being your friend if you think you can stand it," he added, teasingly.
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"I don't understand it... This need everyone seems to have to want 'friends', what's the point? And what is it anyway, a clique? Something for those to have in order to exclude others?"
The boy knew Tsuzuki had tried to explain once, even tried to show him, but it had done no good. All Hisoka had gotten from those explanations was that it meant others shared your pain. So... wasn't it better to be alone? To suffer alone?
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"It's not a clique or anything. It's just...companionship." He sighed, wondering how he was supposed to explain this. Friendship wasn't just something you could read out of a dictionary and understand... "Some things are simply easier to deal with when you know someone will be by your side if you need them there. In a place like this, especially. Still, it's hard to explain. Words can't really catch its true meaning. It's just something you have to experience for yourself."
He paused to give Hisoka a smile. "You'll understand eventually, I'm sure. Just give it time. It's not something that happens overnight."
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"Whatever. I don't really care if I understand it or not, but if it makes your day then by all means be my friend already."
Inwardly pleased with the self-preservation, the shinigami let himself relax somewhat and turned his eyes down to the table.
"...What is it about this place though..." Hisoka asked thoughtfully after a moment of silence. "Why do they unlock the doors at night and what is with the talk of monsters?"
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To Hisoka's question, Kurama merely shrugged. "I'm afraid it's beyond my knowledge as to why they do it... But the monsters are certainly there. It's not just talk. Twice now, I've run into the same psychopathic woman. The first time, she put a shard of glass through my arm for trying to pick a lock. The second time, she was carrying some kind of red-hot metal. My friend and I took the smart route and fled before she had the chance to attack us with it."
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"What kinds of monsters are there and where are their normal haunts?" After a moment Hisoka then added dryly, "And I believe it's way past your turn."
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"It's unfortunate that it's unknown where they are, but I do not intend to play it safe." Hisoka shook his head. "I want to find my file, do you know where they would keep it?"
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Just like most of the things that they were told. For a moment, Kurama was reminded of the visitations today, but he quickly pushed it aside. If he did have a visitor, he wasn't going to believe a word they said.
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"I want to see what lies they've created and how far they've stretched the truth of my life. I want to know because I already know who my doctor will be..." The word 'doctor' was spat like poison, the boy's face darkening with this knowledge. "...and I don't want to be caught unprepared."
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"But they'll come after me just the same even if I follow your advice, right?"
If that was so, why jeopardize another-- especially if this other person was unable to deal with said monster as well-- when he could deal with it himself?
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"How does getting into groups make it better?"
If anything, that would cause more casualties... Being alone would allow him to run much quicker.
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