Day 52: Sun Room

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No better way to start the day than with a bucket full of sunshine, huh? Too bad that'd been the opposite.

In the end, Yuffie had been more than glad to escape. All the angst and sap and drama; it'd been too much, and way too personal. She'd done her best, for her friend's sake, but that Tomoe chick was gonna be hard work. Why couldn't Kenshin have asked for her help in something simple, like killing the big bad of the day?

… Oh, wait.

Groaning, the young ninja gave up on just walking through the sun room. What kind of a way to cheer herself up was that? No, she needed something interesting—she needed a distraction. Walking on her hands wasn't a whole lot better than walking on her feet, but it did get Plucky going.

"Hanna, stop that this instant! You'll break your neck."

"Oh, come on; only a moron'd kill themselves doin' a handstand. They're child's play!" Yuffie, after shifting her weight to her left hand, waggled a finger at her nurse. "It's a waste of my prodigious talent, actually. You really should be grateful." She hopped forward several more paces before dropping her hand back down.

"Be that as it may," Plucky replied, doubtfully. "I must insist."

"Insist away," said Yuffie, nonchalantly, pausing just long enough to let a cat stroll past her.

"You'll disturb the other patients!"

"Your face'll disturb the other patients." It was petty, and it was childish, but Yuffie didn't care; it was getting her what she wanted. And what she wanted was something to laugh at, something to poke at, something that, while it kept her wandering attention in the here and now, didn't really require her to think.

[For Kaito~]

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To try to understand Landel really was difficult, he nodded, moreso for one who'd met him in person perhaps. He still didn't understand the man's motivation completely, but he knew that if he didn't complete his mission, Landel wasn't going to bring his brother back and he might even hurt Sakura.

"Who can really say?" he shrugged easily, a light-hearted smile on his face, "I guess we just enjoy the good times as best we can."

It'd probably been around twenty five days since he'd arrived, give or take. But it was easy to lose track and Michelangelo was right, it felt like time moved much slower. "I guess... it's been almost a month for me now. It's hard to keep track after a while I think."

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"True, true." Bucciarati said, nodding in agreement, "Take the good with the bad. Although I think we can all agree that there's quite a bit more bad than good to be had in a place like this. Still, it could be worse, I suppose. My father always taught me to look on the bright side of things, bless his soul."

Still, when Fai said how long he had been in the institute, Bucciarati couldn't help but gasp. "Nearly an entire month?!" He said, still in shock, "I...I'm so sorry! To think I'm grumbling about spending less than a week here!"

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Michelangelo did seem to look on the bright side of things, just as he mentioned. It was nice though, to be around someone in good spirits with a positive attitude. It certainly beat the alternative. "Sounds like a smart man."

When his new friend gasped, Yuuhi hid an embarrassed smile as he glanced at the floor. While it hadn't been the most difficult month he'd ever lived through, it'd certainly given all other bets a very good run. The institute tested people in body and spirit, played upon all of their fears, their insecurities, and every demon from the past it could dig up.

"Oh, don't be sorry!" he insisted, waving off the concern with a flick of his wrist and a well-placed smile, "it's no one's fault, just my luck I suppose! eh heh heh! I prefer to think of how lucky it is that I'm still around after so long! The bright side, right?"

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"Oh, you have no idea." Bucciarati said, thinking back to his father, "He was probably the smartest man I've ever known. Definitely the wisest, in any case. Not very lucky, though, and a bit too trusting." It was heartrending to think about how Bucciarati's father had been killed because he was such an honest person. Where was the justice in that?

"Ah, I suppose you're right..." Bucciarati said, a tad embarrassed that he had been preaching the virtues of optimism a moment ago and then lamenting his companion's poor fortune the next, "Being able to withstand the horrors of this place for that long is certainly an achievement. Still, you have my sympathy.