damned_institute | Day 51: Breakfast

Yuffie Kisaragi, indomitable bouncing ball of sunshine and unfathomable ebullience, was tired. It'd been a long night full of gibberish and getting nowhere fast.

"Can't I—"

Plucky, who had been busily loading a plate full of French toast and bacon, tittered. "I'm afraid not, Hanna, darling. A chat over a nice, hearty breakfast would do you a world of good, don't you think?"

"Aaaaactually—"

"Come on, let's find you a seat. Plenty to choose from this morning!"

For a long moment, Yuffie seriously considered doing something—anything—to act out. Punch her nurse, rub jam in an orderly's face, climb a wall and hang off the ceiling, jump on a table and parody Loveless… A ruckus like that would definitely jolt her back into gear, right? Sedation aside. And it'd turn Plucky's good day right on its head, which was always a bonus worth shooting for.

But, by the time she'd reached a decision—and it was an epic decision, a really awesome one; everybody'd appreciate the genius, she was sure—she was already alone. Her breakfast tray had been set down neatly by the nurse, who had left with an infuriatingly winsome smile.

"Wow," Yuffie muttered. Shaking her head, she picked a chair at random and threw herself into it. She kicked back, one arm slung across her eyes, to wait. For what, she wasn't totally sure. Some moron to decide that she looked like good company? That was how it usually went.

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For once Yukari did no drift on the border between waking and sleeping - no, she dove, desperately, trying to submerge herself in blissful unawareness once more. Of course, that kind of force only helped to wake her more and soon she could only let sleep slip away from her as she regained consciousness in this bleak, white world.

Last night had been fun. She'd admit that. It had been fun... except for one little part of it. What she'd done to Sheena... wasn't it supposed to be a game? They each played their roles, she of the desperate trapped patient, she of the adversary who stood in her way. But then she'd stepped beyond just mere play, perhaps because that boy had interfered, or perhaps because the brainwashing made her. Or perhaps because she was just that cruel. Yukari wondered if things could have ended differently.

So it was in a daze that Yukari was led out to the cafeteria, not even really paying attention to what was put on her tray before being shuffled off to sit at a table by herself. Not that it was unusual for the youkai to not be all there this early in the morning, but this stupor was distinctly different from her usual lethargy.

[For Teresa]

Teresa's eyes opened, silver once again as the night ended before she shut her youki down, and stared at the ceiling. White and sterile. She was once again reminded of the starkness of the barracks when she was but a whelp. The way her left arm ached easily brought the memories to the fore of her mind.

It had been over a decade since reattaching a limb had been anything like that. The lingering pain, the weakness as she could barely lift it... She closed her eyes and counted to one hundred before sitting up. Slowly curling and uncurling her fingers, Teresa pulled the sleeve of her shirt up to look over the limb and a barely noticeable line visible that slowly faded away.

She hide her sword before the handler came in and allowed herself to be lead to the cafeteria. Her ribs ached, a lot of her ached, but nothing ached more than that arm. It hung down at her side, almost as if it was dead, as she scanned the room looking for Lelouch.

It was when she was on her way to the food line, passing by a blonde facing away from her, that she felt it. Youma. A familiar one, too. Stopping, silver eyes flickered over to see the youma from the Sun Room. It didn't matter to Teresa that she'd been brainwashed, but that she'd hit her with a large, screeching, metal beast which made her loose the arm.

Turning smoothly, she roughly grabbed the back of the youma's head and slammed it as hard as she could with her reduced, but still impressive, strength into the table and tray before her.

[faceslam approved by mun]

In a way, it was lucky Yukari was so dazed and her head was already tilted forwards. As it was, when her face came slamming down into the tray of food before her, hash-browns flying everywhere, her forehead was the first thing to hit the plate, not her nose. Of course, it would have been even luckier if she had been awake able to avoid the attack entirely, but that was probably asking too much of the youkai even when she wasn't in a regretful stupor.

A gasp of pain and a flailing of limbs as she bounced momentarily, flinging utensils and food around. Head ringing, still not quite there, the youkai struggled to turn her head and see who her attacker was.

"Wh...what?"

A bit of a smile touched Teresa's lips at the sound of impact, maybe even a little teeth shown in it.

"Youma," Teresa said, fingers tightening painfully in the hair, she slammed the thing's head face-first into the table again before jerking it up so it could see the silver eyes staring at it.

"Where's your metal beast now? Shall I take your arm in payment for mine?"

That word jarred some sense of recognition within the youkai's mind, but that was extinguished when her face slammed down into her food once more, smeared across her face. Violet eyes looked up in pain at her assailant, trying to make sense of what was happening.

"...oh, it's you," she mumbled after a few seconds. "That game is already over - the board's flipped back to the day side now, can't you tell? Now play your role nicely pawn and return to your rank on the chessboard."

Perhaps not the wisest thing to say, but honestly, Yukari could care less about the others she'd attacked last night. There was only one that her mind was on now. She owed the others nothing for simply playing her part in the game.

"I'm not done playing." Teresa's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. Day side? If she must, the hybrid would hunt this youma at night and rip it to shreds if that was the way it wanted to play.

"I broke your metal beast and I will break you. Perhaps I'll make you scream before I beat you with your own arm." She slammed the youma's face again.

"Now bleed."

Day 51: Breakfast

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