Day 46: Lunch

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The mere fact that she'd been susceptible to whatever hold the Institute had had on her yesterday was sufficient to leave Ayumu both upset and angry - no, not angry, downright furious, both at herself and whoever was responsible for that. But there was also the fact that because of it, she'd lost out on an entire day of work, and in several ways had ruined some of what she'd done already. That little conversation with Himura the day before, for instance, was something she'd sincerely prefer not to remember if she'd had any choice in the matter.

Unless the man was a complete moron, which, unfortunately, was one thing she couldn't believe of him, he had to have realized just who her brother was. After all the effort to keep that fact quiet (not exactly a secret, but certainly not advertised; half the Shinsengumi probably never even realized it because there was no reason to) she'd gone and chatted about it with him. Told him all about it, practically painted a bright target around a weakness that shouldn't have existed in the first place.

She'd spent the shift in the Sun Room pretending to sleep, while in truth forcing herself into calm. After years of practice she could shunt away the useless and distracting emotions, focusing only on what was important and needed to be at the forefront of her mind, and by the time the intercom signaled the lunch period she was feeling considerably calmer. The time to silently observe others had, as well, alerted her to something she probably should have noticed earlier: Mello was back. Would her previous objective be reinstated now? He seemed to have far less of a bulletin presence this time, so perhaps not. Still, though, it bore investigating.

None of her thoughts were visible, of course, as she moved through the line, examining the lunch selection somewhat dubiously. Now with the benefit of Yuuko's memories she might recognize the food, but she certainly didn't share the enthusiasm for it that her imaginary self apparently had. Ayumu skipped past that part and settled for the salad bar and some bread, then positioned herself in a place where she could watch both the door and the rest of the room, setting her journal open in front of herself as though planning to write something. There was far too much that she'd missed, too much work to do now.

[for Okita]

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[opposingheaven.livejournal.com]

Kenren nodded, his expression darking a little. "Yeah, that guy," he agreed easily. "Lording it over you like you don't get any say in the matter. Bloody military. I don't know what kind of world you come from, but it's a bit too much like mine for my liking. Obey mindlessly those higher up than you. Might work there, but here... you're a talented Healer. You should be shown more respect." He paused thoughtfully. "You should be shown more respect anyway, but at least he should respect you as a healer."

At least the guy had agreed to let Hanatarou do what he wanted which was a relief. "Good. If you have any trouble, speak to me and I'll talk to him."

[mitase.livejournal.com]

Hanatarou was starting to think that he'd stepped out of one conversation, in which he sort of knew what was going on, into another one entirely. Or maybe Kenren had just managed to get a completely wrong idea of just who he was and what he could do. A talented healer? Should be shown respect? Him? Why would anyone do that?

He could only stare at Kenren, eyes wide, for several long moments as he tried to figure out just what he was talking about. "Um," he finally managed, the word half a squeak, then cleared his throat and tried again. "I...I'm, er, okay?" Pause. "Th-thank you..." The last part made a bit more sense. He could reply to that, at least.