Day 51: Breakfast

[thatdamnedninja.livejournal.com]

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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[highvoltagegirl.livejournal.com]

"It won't happen again period." She was quick to retort. Was she completely sure that it wouldn't happen again? No, not at all. But it was better to build herself up than it was to show any fear or weakness when it came to meeting Sylar again.

She had to make him pay, anyway. For what he did to her father, what he did to her life. It was his fault that she was a broken shell of a person and that everything kept going wrong. Hell, he was here, maybe ending up in Landel's was Sylar's fault, too.

"I can take care of myself, Peter." She reached across the table to poke him on the nose, trying to stay playful. "Don't waste your time worrying about little old me." A coy glance. "Unless you really think I need protecting..."

[human-sponge.livejournal.com]

Why was she suddenly trying to push him away? Peter blinked and pulled back when she reached out for his face, desperately trying to figure out the meaning behind the girl's actions. He really didn't know her well enough to be able to read her very well, but the fact that she wasn't accepting his help seemed really backward.

Maybe she was just that intent on being independent. But what was so bad about accepting help? Peter knew he'd rejected Nathan's help in the past, but he'd gone running to his brother with problems just as many times, if not more. What was this stubborn pride going to do for Elle other than get her killed all over again?

"What I think is that Sylar is dangerous, even here where his powers are limited," he said firmly. "I saw him kill you once. I won't watch it happen again." She didn't seem to be taking a very real threat all that seriously, and it was starting to grate at him. What, did she think this was some sort of joke?

[highvoltagegirl.livejournal.com]

There Peter went, doing his... thing. His weird overprotective hero thing. People weren't supposed to care like that, and it made Elle frustrated, confused, and inclined to pick at her toast again instead of looking at him, despite having lost all of her appetite for it. "You're not going to, because it's not gonna happen, okay? I'll be fine. I have you, and me, and he's— it's just not going to happen. Got it?"

She never had to deal with someone who cared this much before. Even with her own father, it took getting shot for him to show the least amount of concern. It was kind of nice, she could admit, but more than anything it felt unsettling.

[human-sponge.livejournal.com]

Was she just in denial or something? Peter was tempted to just reach across the table, grab her by the arm, and shake her until she got it through her head that Sylar was here, had killed her before, and might do so again if given the right reasons. But in the end he refrained. It wouldn't make her any more likely to listen to him, and he didn't need to encourage her to get grabby herself, either.

He made a face, giving a small shake of his head to show that he didn't really agree. He could understand her rejecting the idea that she'd been dead and had only now come back, but she was downright stupid if she refused to prepare for it anyway. "You can tell yourself that over and over, but it won't stop Sylar from being here and being dangerous," he said with a frown, tone set and almost sharp.