Night Shift 27: M11-M20 Hallway

[screwthegods]

The end of day announcement set Homura into motion as always. The night before had been rewarding, and he had a few things to get together before he headed out. Though he was reluctant to leave what he couldn't take with Ken in no hurry to vacate, there was little choice, as Homura had appointments to keep

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[heraldric]

[from here]

Fourteen, thirteen, and... twelve! Leon stopped in front of Ashton's door, checking his journal one more time just to make sure he really did have the right place. Then, straightening up, he knocked on the door.

[heraldric]

[to here]

[unmocked_lawr]

Another evening had passed with still no sign of Javert's roommate. He frowned briefly at that; two nights in a row was somewhat disturbing, even if he'd never actually met the man.

Still, there was no time to waste worrying over someone who wasn't there. Javert grabbed his pillowcase of materials, baseball bat, and flashlight, and strode out of his room and into the hallway.

[unmocked_lawr]

[to here]

[seiran314]

[sweeping past from here]

Weiss, Schwarz, Kikyo, he wished not to think about any of it. Omi, bothered him greatly, Ken's injury put him through a world of worry. And none of it would change even if he'd spend every waking moment delving in his grim thoughts.

Instead, he just continued on his way, mind blank with white noise of troubled unconsciousness working at the back. The numbers on the doors were magically unreadable or not present and so he had to count again. For whatever it was worth, he knocked first before entering a room that he assumed was Ken's.

[popping in here]

[spandexorgtfo]

A brief "I'm going out" had sufficed (at least in his eyes) for a goodbye before Kratos left the room and stepped out into the hallway, flashlight in hand. If he recalled correctly, the healer's group currently operated out of Tamaki's room.

It wasn't until he did so that he realized he had no idea where Tamaki's room was in the first place.

[[wandering off to here

[coolegoist]

Kyouya was in no hurry. Perhaps he should be bothered about his lack of initiative, but no occasion was worth rushing around like a commoner. Not even being a supposedly mad prisoner in a danger-filled rat maze.

He smiled ironically to himself. What were the chances he'd still be thinking this when a monster found him again?

No use worrying about it. After gathering all his supplies (still no weapon), Kyouya stepped out of his room and immediately spotted a familiar figure. "Homura-san," he greeted when he came near enough, surprising himself with the real pleasure he felt at meeting the demi-god again.

[screwthegods]

Problem solved, as the boy in question came to him. Homura grinned at the familiar voice, returning Kyouya's greeting with a nod. "Ootori Kyouya. It's been a little while, hasn't it?" Minutes, days, months--time tended to lose a great deal of it's meaning when a person was immortal.

"You should know better than to wander the halls alone by now." The demi-god smirked to the boy, noting the lack of weapon. "Are you off to meet someone?"

[coolegoist]

Kyouya shrugged noncommittally at Homura's question, then smiled. "I haven't been killed yet." In his own ordinary world, he'd hardly been helpless, bodyguards or no bodyguards. Strange how he still held onto that self-confidence. Still, this place required proper self-defence. Tonight, then.

"You look better than usual," said Kyouya, after taking a half-second to assess Homura's wounds. "But I imagine that you still have much to do tonight."

[screwthegods]

"It's easier to die than you might think." Homura would know, having had it nearly happen to him countless times before--and experiencing it once. But the confidence was always a welcome sight, a large part of why Homura continued to bring the boy along with him. A substantial thing, given Kyouya's lack of fighting ability.

"My more recent nights have been rather successful." Homura's only injuries were minor, almost completely healed due to time and monster's blood, which Homura planned to get more of that night. "Hopefully tonight will turn out to be the same. You're free to come along if you wish."

At least for the start. But already Homura had tasks planned for Kyouya, should the boy join him. And if not, well. There were always other ways to fill in the gaps, weren't there?