Day 30: Staff, Morning

[damned_nurses]

Burly orderlies and agile Calm Effect nurses flooded the cafeteria from the Courtyard while regular hall nurses filed in from the Sun Room and ushered out those not involved in the rebellion. It indeed seemed as if Landel was sending out all the cavalry, and an effective cavalry they were: The riot didn't continue for much longer after the alarm

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M67

[contentincloset]

Kurogane had no qualms with being led off this time and was actually somewhat thankful for it. Being unable to enter a fight was irritating, to say the least, even if he'd somewhat made that decision himself. He very well could have joined regardless of any lingering sedation effects and might have gotten in a hit or two, but it would not have ended well for him. Getting "drugged" again was not on his agenda

M67

[notahangedman]

There was nothing wrong with a little violence as far as Seishirou was concerned. It had been somewhat refreshing even, sensing the electricity in the air. Not to mention having Subaru to keep him company, willing Subaru to be exact. Now, it had been the most entertaining breakfast for a long time

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[contentincloset]

He'd had his eyes closed when the voice had sounded but he hadn't needed to see to recognize it. It was imprinted in his mind along with every other detail of his journeys. Sifting through the haze took a moment, but once he managed it, his attention snapped to as best it could.

"You...!" he hissed, tone hardening instantly as his eyes came up. Focus wasn't needed either; he knew who he was looking at. Tall, dark, handsome with that calm look of a murderer. Seishirou.

The drugs refused to let him process enough. He couldn't think that it might not be the man he had once attempted to kill, couldn't think that he wasn't in any condition to face him were it the same man, and couldn't think to stop himself from moving against the man right after he entered. All that was important was not letting himself be caught off guard in such a state, and that meant making the first move. If noting else, Kurogane was at least acting on a defensive impulse.

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[notahangedman]

"Me?" Seishirou murmured, surprised. However, he wasn't incapable of recognizing a tone of pure anger and disdain. Obviously he had done something to piss off this person.

Ah well, life was complicated like that.

Without wasting time, he brought up his fingers that were still entangled with the fuda he had pulled out at the cafeteria, muttered few words and hold onto the invisible shield that spread around him from the bloodied piece of paper wrapped around his fingers.

"It seems introductions are needless?" he purred, a slight chuckle escaping his lips.

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[contentincloset]

It really didn't help that Seishirou wasn't himself thinking of solving the apparent mix up. His purring only served to convince the drugged Kurogane of his authenticity. And that damn smile was there too, the one he'd kept after "killing" two of Kurogane's party. Even if things had worked out and no one had ended up truly dead due to the illusion, the actions Seishirou had taken had been real. There was no illusion covering that he had attacked and "killed" both Fai and Syaoran. This person, whether right or not, would never be trusted by the Ninja

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[notahangedman]

The stranger's fist met an invisible shield before even nearing Seishirou's face. The assassin frowned a little at the strength of the blow, being forced to take few steps back to gain his balance again, arm hurting. Few hits alike and Seishirou's hand would be numb. He hoped, however, that this would be the last one.

"You obviously seem to think I deserve a beating. Care to enlighten me on the matter of whys and hows?" Seishirou didn't think he had ever seen the new 'roomie', which of course didn't mean the man couldn't hold some grudge against him. Seishirou had killed so many people in his life that it was very doubtful that there wouldn't have been a lot of grieving relatives and loved ones left behind. It was not often that someone recognized him, however. Slightly unnerving.

He kept the shield between them, danced few steps to the side, and then waited. Whatever the man's problem was, Seishirou felt as if there was no point in actually fighting him.

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[contentincloset]

His knuckles felt the pain of smashing into some unseen force, but he paid that no mind. Bruising his hand was nothing major so long as he managed something with the action. Forcing his opponent off balance was good and gave him a bit of an advantage, but Kurogane didn't manage the follow up. He stopped himself, still keeping on guard as he watched Seishirou fall back into his stance

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[notahangedman]

So, either Roomie knew something about Seishirou, or he didn't like the fact that he wasn't the only 'tall, dark and handsome' around. The question was whether Seishirou wanted to know his reasons or not - did it really matter?

The fact that someone out there hated his guts was a bit troublesome, he'd have to be on his toes. But he wouldn't lose his appetite over being hated. However, he'd have to share a room with this man, and if nothing else, Seishirou hated the idea of having his dinner ruined every day by fighting over something he didn't know anything about.

Well, then, he was left with the choice of placating the situation somehow.

"I'm afraid I'm more clueless than you might have hoped for," he started, offering Roomie a warm smile for his efforts. "I'm hopelessly uneducated on both topics. Why are you here, Roomie?" He sounded friendly, if a little amused.

"I think we started off the wrong foot, don't you think? Maybe we can start over again. I'm Sakurazuka Seishirou, nice to meet you."

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[contentincloset]

There was that denial again. Since Seishirou wasn't making any moves to attack, Kurogane only kept his guard and waited, thoughts still processing. This man had nothing to gain by denying the situation. It should have been pretty damn obvious that he wasn't ever going to earn any trust from the Shinobi, so why was he continuing like this? He didn't even sound as though he recognized Kurogane.

... and then it hit.

Dammit!

Putting a hand to his head, Kurogane closed his eyes and gritted his teeth in a low growl. Right, different worlds. How had he not managed to remember that?! This person had no reason to deny anything only because he wasn't denying anything. Remembering things one hadn't done was impossible, after all

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[notahangedman]

The name said nothing to Seishirou, not that he had expected that, either. Brows arching curiously, he considered offering his hand for a brief second and then decided against it. Why strain the momentary peace he had seemed to be able to reach here?

"Nice to meet you, Kurogane-san," he said smilingly instead, dropping the shield now that he observed it would get both draining and probably useless as well.

"Now, how about getting to know each other a bit?" He chuckled and sidestepped towards his bed, one amber eye intent on Kurogane. "It seems you already know me. But unfortunately I don't share the same privilege. We're probably going to share this room for quite a while. Why not get comfortable?"

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[contentincloset]

It wasn't as "nice to meet you" for Kurogane. He didn't do introductions well, especially not when it came to people he already mistrusted before even meeting them.

For now, he only watched in silence, cautious of any actions Seishriou might take. Even with the realization of this being a different Seishirou (and an apparently older one as well, as he could now tell), he wasn't about to drop his guard. Doing so would have been stupid. He was sharing a room with a damn killer!

Would he ever be able to get any rest?

Slowly he retook his original seat on his bed, eyes never once leaving his "roommate" as he did. The anger had gotten him dizzy again, so he couldn't see more than the blurred outline of the other, but he had to at least feign awareness in this situation. He couldn't afford not to.