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Nightshift 33: M11-M20 Hallway

Jul 09, 2008 16:05

[Specifically M16]Well, dinner did a lot of nothing. Chances were that Not-Noah would depart soon, so Luxord merely continued to pet Tyche (who had, by now, ceased her need to paw his chest in an attempt to make it softer or whatever reason cats did that and decided to curl up and sleep again). Knowing full well that he was lacking in the 'people ( Read more... )

shito, yuber, axel, guy, kimbley, ken, xigbar, dias, kaito, gumshoe, momo (xenosaga), hijikata, frey, ashton, claude, yue, luxord, edgeworth, hohenheim, gin, aya

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M19 traitors_smile July 9 2008, 21:34:17 UTC

While Gin had heard the announcements, he found it difficult to concentrate on them. Ever since his therapy session, he'd been on edge, shaky, and unable to think about anything but tearing that man apart. His dinner sat uneaten on the edge of his bed as he collected his knives. The toy they'd found last night was left hidden in the closet.

Concentrate! The logical part of his mind insisted. The other part wanted only to lash out and hurt something else just as badly as he'd been injured. The pain he'd experienced was difficult to forget. He could hear the doors unlock, hear the patients preparing for the evening. It was difficult to keep from giving chase, or from pursuing his own prey for the night, but he was the one in control. That was what separated him from people like Muraki. He could control himself.

Re: M19 fuyunohanabi July 10 2008, 00:51:18 UTC

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Rangiku entered the corridor warily. She knew that his room was somewhere around here, she wasn't entirely certain which one it was exactly and there was no point in just knocking on every door that she came across. Instead, she waited at the end of the corridor, waiting to see him when he came out and hoping that she was just overreacting.

Re: M19 traitors_smile July 10 2008, 05:01:46 UTC

When Gin finally did emerge from the room, he was nowhere near his usual calm, collected self. He'd managed to change out of the uniforms and into his black robes, but they were tied messily, as though he'd not been paying any attention. His flashlight was tucked into his waistband, along with one of the knives, but the radio was forgotten. The other knife already in his right hand as he pushed open the door.

His blue eyes scanned the hall quickly, looking wild for a moment before they locked on to something familiar. Her.

The knife fell from his hand, dropping to the floor with a loud clanking sound.

Re: M19 fuyunohanabi July 10 2008, 11:09:49 UTC

Rangiku's eyes widened at the sight of him, taking in the messy sashes and badly tied robes as well as the positiviely hunted expression on Gin's face. What had happened to him to do something like this? She didn't think she'd ever seen him look like this, not even as a child when they'd been chased by other children or irate shopkeepers.

And then he dropped the knife.

In a moment she was by his side, reaching out to touch his shoulder, wanting to do more but not certain what had been done to him and definitely not wanting to make it worse. "Gin," she said softly and then quickly guided him back into the room he'd come out of, closing the door behind them. She didn't want anyone overhearing if he said anything.

Re: M19 traitors_smile July 10 2008, 20:15:32 UTC

Even stunned as he was, he scrambled for the dropped weapon before he was ushered inside like a child. He held the knife tightly, tucking it away with hesitation, but she was the one person he couldn't hurt, not like this. Though he tried to keep hold of his mask, it kept falling.

Why had they gone back inside? He wanted to keep busy, keeping busy meant that he didn't have to think, because if he thought, he knew exactly what he would be thinking about. He brushed some imaginary dust from his shirt to keep from making eye contact. "So where's it t'be tonight? Didn't see any announcements on th' board..." he trailed off.

Re: M19 fuyunohanabi July 10 2008, 22:56:06 UTC

No no no, this was all wrong, terribly so because Gin's mask never failed. He was always collected and calm and utterly unruffled. Never gave any sign of what he was thinking. What could have left him so off-balance that he wasn't able to manage it? He wasn't even looking at her.

She frowned, his admission of not seeing the bulletin announcement just another sign of how wrong he was acting. He was too observant not to notice something. "Gin, what happened?"

Re: M19 traitors_smile July 10 2008, 23:11:34 UTC

He tried to brush away her concern. He didn't want it. Accepting that meant letting her in, it meant telling her exactly what the bastard had done and admitting that he'd been too weak to do much more than singe the doctor's hands as he writhed on the floor in pain.

"Jus' tired," he replied, turning toward the door and trying once again to make the mask stick. "Nurses got a lil' friendly with those needles n' I had t'sleep it off. Come on now, we got things t'do, ain't we? I gotta go swap these kitchen knives for a sword n' then m'sure your lil' captain got somethin' nice planned for us, ne?"

Re: M19 fuyunohanabi July 10 2008, 23:33:42 UTC

Rangiku held her tongue to keep herself from snapping at him. She'd seen him tired. This was not how he acted when he was tired. This wasn't how Gin acted ever. And just being sedated wasn't something that should affect him so badly. She paused, changing tact for a moment. "How are your ribs?" she asked. "We both got fairly beaten up last night. I could heal you if you want to take your shirt off."

Re: M19 traitors_smile July 10 2008, 23:51:18 UTC

It was frustrating. She wasn't answering any of his questions which left him with no place to go. He took another step toward the door, hiding his expression.

He could still see Muraki's nightmarish face as the doctor tore away at his chest, up to his elbows in blood and tissues. Then he'd pressed those broken ribs down until he could hardly breathe... and then... how much of it had been real? He was reluctant to take his shirt off, afraid of what he might see underneath the bandages. "Ain't nothin' much," he lied, "'sides, it'd be more fun if I get t'play nurse n' you take your shirt off."

Re: M19 fuyunohanabi July 11 2008, 00:08:55 UTC

She felt about as apprehensive as if she was stepping onto a battlefield and she didn't like it one bit. But she wasn't giving up. The truth was, if Gin was being jumpy and uncertain like this, then he could be a liability in a place like the basement. And she didn't want to just let him brood over whatever had happened.

He didn't want to let her look at his injuries, or he was afraid she'd see something else, was that it? She slipped up behind him, wrapping her arms slowly around his waist and her fingers beneath his shirt. "I'll take off mine if you take off yours. More fun that way, right?" she said warmly, teasingly.

Re: M19 traitors_smile July 11 2008, 01:54:26 UTC

He flinched at the first touch and it took conscious effort to make himself relax when he felt Rangiku's fingers on his stomach and chest. It shouldn't feel strange in the first place, he told himself, this was a feeling he ought to enjoy. It only angered him further that he couldn't rid himself of those thoughts.

She'd feel better when she saw there was nothing more than what'd been last night, wouldn't she? He pulled at the top of his robe, tugging at the black fabric and slipping it off one shoulder, then the other. "See? Nothin' much. Just a couple busted ones," he assured her, turning to face Ran and placing a hand over hers. It was shaking; only barely, but it was enough that he removed it after only a second, pulled it away like he'd touched something that was much too hot.

He tried to recover, tugging at the hem of her shirt, even though he knew he'd been caught. Would she simply overlook it? "Now whatcha got that I c'n kiss better, mm?"

Re: M19 fuyunohanabi July 11 2008, 02:34:28 UTC

She felt his flinch beneath her fingers and that told her more about his state of mind than anything. She bit her lip, rested her chin against his shoulder and just ran her fingers lightly across his stomach, a gentle, soothing touch, as unthreatening as she could be.

She peered over his shoulder at his chest, glad to see no new wounds, but that just made her concern worse because there was no physical reason for him to be acting this way. And then he pulled away from her like he'd been burned and that hurt but more than that, it made her angry that someone could have done something so terrible to Gin. And she couldn't overlook it. She couldn't pretend, not just for her but because it would just eat at him.

"Don't you trust me?"

Re: M19 traitors_smile July 11 2008, 03:07:56 UTC

There was that god-awful "t" word again. He'd felt vulnerable before, unable to move in the doctor's office, but now it was a whole different kind of weakness he'd shown. "I don't think y'need to ask that darlin'," he replied, seeing the hurt in her eyes. Hurt that he'd caused ( ... )

Re: M19 fuyunohanabi July 11 2008, 03:32:21 UTC

No, she shouldn't need to ask it, but she felt vulnerable and more than worried when there was something that could make Gin act this way. She fumbled for words to say, something to ease him, even a little but before she could think of anything, he was pulling her close, a gesture filled with a desperation than was completely unfamiliar. It hurt her ribs and her arm, but she wasn't about to complain or pull away, not when he seemed to need this so badly.

Awkwardly, she raised her arms, wrapping them around him just as tightly, making sure that he knew that she wasn't about to leave him. That was all that she could offer here and now, but for the two of them, that had all they'd ever been able to offer so it was enough, she hoped.

Re: M19 traitors_smile July 11 2008, 06:34:42 UTC

A few minutes passed in silence as he regained his composure. When he finally did pull away, he was the one in control, and he'd make sure that things stayed that way. Gin cupped her cheek in his hand for a moment, his thumb brushing across her cheekbone.

Maybe it was her warmth, maybe he'd just calmed down, and maybe it was knowing that they only ones they could count on to get them out of this mess was themselves. Either way, he had at least a few days to make sure that what happened earlier never happened again.

"Righ' then. Guess we better get t'fixin' ourselves up so we c'n go play hero again t'night. Don't think you're gettin' a free show, I still remember whatcha promised," he smirked.

Re: M19 fuyunohanabi July 11 2008, 13:40:24 UTC

She took a good long look at him when he pulled away, still not entirely convinced that he was any better, but at least he was more in control which meant that by now he was probably already thinking about how best to 'take care' of whatever had scared him so badly. She leaned her cheek against his hand, smiling warmly at him.

"Mmm, you know, Orihime-chan did say she'd heal us both tomorrow if we waited, or are you too impatient," she said teasingly. She grasped the bottom of her shirt awkwardly, still having trouble with her arm despite having taken the sling off, and pulled it over her head. "How are you with riddles?"

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