Day 51: Breakfast

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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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The words moved in ways she wouldn't normally allow. To bring thoughts and ideas to life without solid evidence behind them. To change someone. She wondered, then. To change someone into something else. A person into an Angel, perhaps? It seemed too far a leap of logic but it stood that it became apparent after that incident. But she could speak truly. She had already been uneasy of the one called Fifth. That one. The instincts toward him. Neither good nor bad, but Rei would admit that it affected her, if only to herself. And only now.

Now. After the night before. Was there reason other than medical to entertain the use of bodily fluids? At the very least, she could say that nothing had been replaced. But if one spoke of change, would she as well? Change without the possibility of it? Or was it nothing like that? She would need, despite reservations and wanting, to speak with the Fifth. Which allowed only one other question to ask. "Why?"