NIGHT 59: M21-M30 HALLWAY

[bastard_sadi]

Emergency. Emergency. Initiate CODE RED. Initiate CODE RED.

The blaring alarm had Daemon jolting to his feet, journal dropped forgotten to the bed and staff grabbed instinctively from beside him as wide golden eyes darted around the darkened room, braced for an attack. It hit him a moment later, a wave of something, so malevolent that for a

Comments

[osoreirimasu]

Japan had chosen to remain quiet for dinner. The meal was no better than before and even if he'd wanted to speak with his roommate, he simply didn't have the energy. Even with all the gruel in the world, it was beginning to wear on him. The feeling that he wasn't eating well would never go away so long as he was forced to eat pink okayu and after the day he'd had...he really needed a comforting meal. At least he had signatures, which he'd hidden in his journal and locked in the single lockable drawer in his desk. He supposed it was obvious, but it was the only place he could think of that people would not easily be able to reach. He would put a false bottom into the drawer later to better hide them, but for now, it would have to do.

He'd been resting when the alarm blared on. He jumped at the same time Daemon did and sat up in bed, staring at the intercom, a hand clutched to his chest. The pink light washed over everything and Japan winced, throwing his hands up over his head just in case it was harmful when... He heard it. Or rather them. The rush was nauseating and he doubled over, grasping his head as over one hundred thirty million voices poured into him. The pulse of a nation, those overseas, the very existence of his people slammed into him like a brick wall and Japan almost blacked out from the sheer force of it. It was undeniable that his connection to his country was back and with it, his near immortal status. But more than that, certain voices - certain presences - came through so much stronger.

He could feel the pulse of his people in the Institute. His people, trapped here, struggling for survival. He had to save them. He had to--

A chill descended along with a loud crack and Japan whipped his head up in time to see his roommate - or what was his roommate stalk out of the door like some monster from another dimension. Japan could only stare as the man turned black and then turned invisible and disappeared out into the hallway, not sure if what he felt was awe, fear, or a distinct sense of discomfort at the thought of ever having to speak to Daemon normally again. If they were still here tomorrow (Japan doubted it), dinner would be extremely...awkward.

Still, he had to protect his people. The mission in his mind came back clearly as he could feel them and he slipped out of bed, removing his beret and the military issued shirt. While it felt strange to be donning his white coat over black pants, he wanted his people to know he was here and what better way than to show them a symbol of his military? Next he removed his sword, unwrapping it and staring at the hilt for a moment before drawing it from the cloth protector. Prussia had done everything in his power to return this to him and tonight, for the glory of the Japanese nation and the protection of his People, he would wield it.

With the sword at his side, Japan grabbed his flashlight and headed out into the night, more assured than he'd been in a long time.

[to here]