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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Naruto looked genuinely confused.

"What, really? Hey, does that mean those Akatsuki guys were lying to us? I was pretty sure they took it out, though. But that's great! If they were just lying, maybe there' not as big of a threat as I thought!"

He felt like there was something seriously off about all this, but he was trying to remain optimistic about it. There was a lot he didn't know, anyway. Somehow they were just...on different pages, somehow?

He wished Kakashi or Sakura was around just then. One of them would probably know what to do.

[buryyourdemons.livejournal.com]

The name came as familiar and nothing more. A byword, perhaps said in passing. More to the point was the other's insistence on the incident in question. If Gaara had died, he would think he would have remembered it. Something else then. A trick? A genjutsu? Having something be seen... But why his own death? And if he went in that vein, why hers?

Genuinely confused, Gaara shook his head again, stoicism crumbling as time passed. Firmly, he held to the prior subject. "Nothing happened to me." With this Akatsuki mentioned and anyone else. "Why do you think that?"

[idkmybfframen.livejournal.com]

"Well, because it did happen, of course! Akatsuki went to the Sand and kidnapped you, and we had to come rescue you. Old lady Chiyo didn't want to help at first, but she finally did, and then we got there, and...like I told you!"

He was still really confused. How come Gaara didn't remember? Did coming back to life mean you wouldn't remember something?

He was about to say something else, but the nurse came and interrupted them. Apparently it was time to go.

"Hey, hey, wait! Gaara, do you want to come find me later? I'm in M94 okay?"

[I figured this was the easiest way for YOU KNOW WHAT to not come up. :D;;]

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[XDD true. sorry. =P]

None of that made any sense. Kidnapped. Rescued? How did any of that...? His musings were interrupted by a woman appearing at the table to duplicate the actions of others trailing from the room. They were to go somewhere else then. His head still fought against the explanation given to him, but he nodded anyway. A room number. As long as nothing else came up, he would go there later.

There was still too much that didn't make any sense.

[idkmybfframen.livejournal.com]

Naruto wanted to keep talking, but the nurse sure was in a hurry. He just hoped Gaara would remember his room number so they could talk later.

In the meantime, he'd try to get in touch with Sakura and see where to go from here.