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damned_institute2007-04-04 07:27 am
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DAY 23: BREAKFAST
That hadn't felt like an entire night.
And his goddamn head hurt. Pounded, even. Enough that he wondered if he was going to end up playing another round of "Christen the nurse" this morning.
Maybe it was because he'd spent so much time and energy trying to find Nowe. That could be the reason behind both those problems. Just the thought of it made his stomach turn, made him want to fucking choke something.
Still, there was shit to do. He forced himself out of bed to put away his pens and the other leftovers from the adventures that didn't happen last night. He'd have to try to talk to Sora today, to see if they could just do tonight what they were going to do last night... and to see if the kid was doing alright.
...he just wished his head would stop hurting. That was probably the result of just how badly he'd overreached himself the previous morning.
The nurse that showed up to get him was cheerful. He grunted at her, listening to her with only half an ear until she mentioned all the excitement, about someone pretending to be a patient, all that crap that Landel had mentioned.
Renji gave her a narrow-eyed look. "Dr. Landel is a goddamn lying coward, and he's lying about that, too," he said. Whether it was true or not, there was only so much good cheer he could take on a shitty morning. "I hope he chokes on a cock." No matter how much venom he put in that statement, it wasn't enough.
Then he had to listen to a lecture about language and gratitude for the rest of the walk to the cafeteria, so maybe it wasn't worth it after all. She dragged him through the breakfast line, and he ended up with granola and toast and tea and a cinnamon roll, because not even a shitty fucking night could ruin his sweet tooth. Though that thing was looking a little too sweet.
The cafeteria was pretty much empty; he had his run of the place. He sat himself about as far from the doors as he could get, and proceeded to stare at his breakfast.
And his goddamn head hurt. Pounded, even. Enough that he wondered if he was going to end up playing another round of "Christen the nurse" this morning.
Maybe it was because he'd spent so much time and energy trying to find Nowe. That could be the reason behind both those problems. Just the thought of it made his stomach turn, made him want to fucking choke something.
Still, there was shit to do. He forced himself out of bed to put away his pens and the other leftovers from the adventures that didn't happen last night. He'd have to try to talk to Sora today, to see if they could just do tonight what they were going to do last night... and to see if the kid was doing alright.
...he just wished his head would stop hurting. That was probably the result of just how badly he'd overreached himself the previous morning.
The nurse that showed up to get him was cheerful. He grunted at her, listening to her with only half an ear until she mentioned all the excitement, about someone pretending to be a patient, all that crap that Landel had mentioned.
Renji gave her a narrow-eyed look. "Dr. Landel is a goddamn lying coward, and he's lying about that, too," he said. Whether it was true or not, there was only so much good cheer he could take on a shitty morning. "I hope he chokes on a cock." No matter how much venom he put in that statement, it wasn't enough.
Then he had to listen to a lecture about language and gratitude for the rest of the walk to the cafeteria, so maybe it wasn't worth it after all. She dragged him through the breakfast line, and he ended up with granola and toast and tea and a cinnamon roll, because not even a shitty fucking night could ruin his sweet tooth. Though that thing was looking a little too sweet.
The cafeteria was pretty much empty; he had his run of the place. He sat himself about as far from the doors as he could get, and proceeded to stare at his breakfast.
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Then Renji was back, and Adelheid offered a slight smile. "Welcome back," he said, but was otherwise quiet. It wasn't his place to pry too deeply, not on such a personal and painful matter.
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He picked up his tea and put it back down in front of her, then stood to go get more. He could get a refill for Adel, too, while he was up.
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Though he did have to wonder what was eating at the back of the man's (spirit's? ghost's?) mind. There was some guilt there, and yet Adel knew it wasn't going to be pretty, revealing all of it.
So he started moving off, guessing that if Rukia was willing to use physical force before, this would likely be the time she would use it again. And, as a fellow man, Adelheid did want to spare Renji's dignity as much as possible. 'As possible' being the key phrase.
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Then, remembering that the nurses might not take kindly to people throwing food, Rukia cast a guilty glance around the room.
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He cast a sidelong glance at the nurses, suddenly remembering that their normal manner of interaction would not work here. Which just made it more complicated, because he had no idea what to do and he couldn't just yell at her either.
But he did calmly set her back down, taking a moment to smooth the collar of her shirt where his fists had rumpled it, and sat.
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Then he set her down. She blinked up at him, then stood there like an idiot while he fixed her collar, of all things. When Renji sat down, Rukia burst into laughter; the whole situation was just so absurd. Nearly doubling over, she managed to get a few coherent words out between laughs. "You..you even fixed my collar...Renji...oh, my stomach hurts..." She leaned one elbow on his shoulder, wiping tears from her eyes and still snickering like a fool.
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He resisted the urge to move his shoulder out from under her. That was a little too childish, even for them.
But in spite of just how pissed off he was feeling at the world, he had to admit that it was also good to hear her laugh, really laugh. He'd wondered if he'd ever hear the sound again; it'd felt like all her joy had just vanished, when she was adopted. But now she was laughing, again, and he doubted he could really take the credit for it.
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"Go for it," he said. He still wasn't sure how he felt about hearing stuff that was going to happen in his future, and everything it implied, and...
The time shit just made his head hurt too much. Best not to think about it.
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It felt strange, telling the story again, but in such a different setting. The last time she had told Renji all of this, he was lying in a hospital bed on the Fourth Division grounds, still recovering from his nearly fatal encounter with the traitors. He had been bitterly angry then. She wondered how he would react now.
She paused for a moment, licking her lips. "And then my brother... he apologized to me." That was somehow very important to her.
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In a way, maybe he could understand Byakuya's actions. Renji himself had said and done some fucked-up things because he was angry, and...
Maybe we just have different way of dealing with our pain.
But it didn't escape him, what a role that those bastards who were supposed to be Rukia's family had in this affair. If being noble meant valuing honor over family... well, he was glad he was scum. And it made him angry, very angry, because in her story he could hear a world of hurt and rejection, and it centered around them.
And she'd told him all of this here, where they were surrounded by other people, which was bad enough, but there were also the nurses, watching them.
He swallowed down all the anger as best he could, but there was only so much he could do. Nowe was gone, and now he'd learned... all of this. And seflishly, there was a part of him that hated Byakuya for saving her when neither her nor Ichigo could do it, and... it was all too complicated, and he couldn't deal with it right now.
He wondered if all this business with Byakuya, with him apologizing, was what had gotten Rukia to really start laughing again. Or maybe that had all started while she'd been missing those two months. Either way, he'd had nothing to do with anything that had saved her. He hated himself, for being angry about that. He wasn't that important, and he was being selfish, and goddamnit it wasn't fair, but life never had been, for either of them.
"I see," he said, his voice tight. His face felt frozen. He stared straight ahead, at the cafeteria wall. Later, he could be calm, even happy that everything had turned out, that things were going better for her. Right now, he just wanted to hit something, or scream, or preferrably both at the same time.
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Suddenly remembering Renji's reaction the first time she told him this story, Rukia cringed. The soft smile faded from her face, replaced by a wide-eyed look of concern. Hesitantly, she rested a hand on Renji's forearm. "Oh, I... I'm sorry, Renji. I shouldn't have told you all this here." Rukia glanced around, wishing they could go talk somewhere more private, then turned back to Renji. "Can we talk somewhere else, do you think...?"
(Renji declares fair escape and spams FLEE)
A very uncharitable part of his mind had to wonder if she'd done this on purpose, because she wanted to screw with him for some strange reason. But no, that really wasn't her style, and she seemed to be regretting it now.
Not that it made a goddamn bit of difference.
He stood, so abruptly that it knocked his tea cup over, spilling the dregs out on the table. He didn't want to talk any more, and he definitely didn't want to listen. Picking a fight with anyone was out of the question - he needed his wits about him for whenever his opportunity to corner Ichimaru arose. He glanced at Rukia - he didn't really have the willpower to look at her. "Don't worry about it."
The guy that Adel had looked at, the one that Renji was pretty sure had offered to make him a sword, didn't seem that busy. He'd get that taken care of - it gave him something else to think of, and it needed to be done.
He walked away.
(to here)
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She opened her mouth to say... something. But there really wasn't anything she could say that wouldn't make it worse, so she shut her mouth, and watched him walk away. Why was Renji so good at making her feel like an idiot? Jerk. Her shocked expression turned to a scowl, and she sunk down n her chair, arms folded across her chest.
Glancing around the room, she looked for a familiar orange head of hair, but Ichigo was nowhere to be found. Rukia caught sight of Rangiku, but the last place she wanted to be was near Ichimaru. She shivered, hunkering down in her chair more. Stupid Renji. Why did he have to make things so difficult? She looked over at him, but he was already talking with some boys. He would probably just ignore her, or get mad at her, if she tried to follow him. And normally she would have followed him anyway. Then they could have had a good shouting match, and things would be fine. But here, with the stupid nurses around, Rukia knew they couldn't do that.
Scowling more, Rukia figured she should be doing something productive. Leaving her tray where it was, she walked over to a nurse and asked the woman to escort Rukia to her room for a moment. Rukia put on as cheerful of an expression as she could manage, and even kept up some polite conversation on the way. Once in her room, she picked up a pen, and the notebook, then let the nurse take her back to the cafeteria.
[Going here (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/87510.html?thread=5111766#t5111766)]