Night 40: F01-F10 Hallway
[ From here. Outside F3]Because she needed to get to Orihime and Shiki's room before either of them left, Ururu had practically run the short distance down the halls. Normally she might not, since she knew better than to run inside. Tessai-san didn't like it when Jinta-kun did that at the shop especially, since something usually ended up broken
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Not that Ayumu would have bothered to attempt to fight them off - it had become clear, both from what she'd read and her own observations, that those who ran this place had carefully arranged things to make certain they always had the advantage. What little she could have done, unarmed but for one small blade, against those who used force and drugs to enforce their will, could hardly have made any difference. And besides, she wasn't the type for a head-on attack anyway. Best to bide her time and strike where needed, not end up sedated for the night.
That would certainly have interfered with her plans for the evening.
Had it been any other night, she might have gone looking for Yuffie once the doors opened. Last night had been experiments, so tonight would be brainwashed patients, and it would have been interesting to see just what her roommate was capable of. It would also, however, have been potentially dangerous to investigate such, so...perhaps she wouldn't have. Still, though.
Ayumu frowned slightly at the sound of the so-called Head Doctor's announcements: something was distinctly off, and she'd likely need to see what she could find out. But not now. For now she mentally filed away the man's words and focused on her own preparations for the night. Robin would hopefully be there soon, after his meeting with Homura, and she had best be ready.
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Matt approached the door carefully. He was meeting a woman alone in her room. Granted the circumstances could have been better, but that didn't change matters. Sen had asked to meet him and he'd suggested her room without even thinking about it. Now he had a nervous feeling in his stomach almost worse than the one he had before facing Homura.
She was just a woman with a suspicious interest in him. No big deal, right? Yeah, because he certainly had to deal with those often...
He knocked on the door. "Hey, Sen? It's me, Robin. You wanted to talk?"
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Only then did she open the door the rest of the way and step back to allow him to enter. She'd pulled the blanket off her bed and wrapped it around herself, clutching it tightly as though it were a shield. "I'm sorry, I just...I'm sure they wouldn't be coming back, not after dark, but I was still afraid..." Ayumu glanced down at the floor as she trailed off, as though mildly embarassed.
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Somewhere in the back of his mind he had to remind himself that this could all be an act still, but it wouldn't do him any good to take it just as that. She seemed genuinely afraid. "It's fine now. I got here without any trouble." Not that he could offer much protection.
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She had to admit that she'd been concerned for a minute that they were there for her instead, and hadn't planned to go quietly. Not that Yuffie had, of course; quite the opposite. And it seemed the staff had been concerned that she might try to help, considering the way one of them had moved to watch her specifically as Yuffie was dragged off. That certainly wouldn't make her look less suspicious, now would it.
After a moment's pause she lifted her head again, peeking up at him through her lashes almost shyly. "I'm glad you're here now, though. And so quickly...didn't you have to meet someone before?" Her tone was indifferent at that; Sen didn't particularly care about who he was meeting with, as long as he finished it quickly and made it to her.
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He shrugged at her question. "It wasn't a very long meeting." Important, yes, but not very long. Even so, it should have taken a noticeable amount of time. The hours passed strangely in this place, though. He knew that. They could move at different speeds until he joined up with her. It was far too surreal to think about.
The scare seemed to have gotten her over some of her feelings from earlier that day. He didn't know if that would make things any less awkward. "What did you want to see me about?"
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This could begin to get somewhat complicated. That, though, was when the job was the most interesting. When she had to stay focused lest she slip somewhere and make the situation more dangerous. Exhausting, perhaps, but hopefully worthwhile.
"I wanted to talk to you about...well, about earlier. And before that." In the dim light it would be difficult to see a blush, but Ayumu shifted a little, lowering her eyes again and moving a little closer, just a little bit, without making it obvious she was doing so.
"I don't understand what you want, or what you're thinking. Maybe it's just that we're from...from different places. But I thought you...we...well..." Ayumu hesitated, swallowed, and tugged at the blanket again. "Did you, ah, have...someone, back at home?"
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He understood this woman about as much as she understood him, probably. Not well. What did she want? Had dying given him sudden sex appeal? There were always those games where the hero came back after something tragic stronger than ever, but he didn't have many hero qualities.
He wanted to believe she was for real. "Uh, well... N-no..."
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She released her hold on the blanket enough to reach out, brushing her fingertips across the front of his vest as she slid just that little bit closer. It was almost a challenge, to see if he would reject her - but at the same time there seemed to be a hint of worry in her eyes, fear that he might actually do so. "And...and I wanted to prove it to you."
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Focus, Matt. No, don't focus too hard. Move the eyes elsewhere. Or don't. He was completely lost as to how he should respond. Some part of him, that was slowly getting pushed to the background, was yelling at him to be cautious, while the part doing the pushing was screaming why are you hesitating , a hot chick wants you.
"R-right. Well." He raised his hands from his sides, found himself at a loss on what to do with them, then set them down again. "It's just a bit hard to, uh, haven't I said this already? In what way do you mean to, uh..."
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She allowed a measure of hope to creep into her expression, reassured by the fact that he wasn't trying to push her away, even though uncertainty remained. He certainly wasn't encouraging anything, of course, but still there wasn't any outright rejection.
The blanket slipped just a little more away from her bare shoulder as she moved one more step closer, hand sliding across his vest to curl lightly around the sleeve opening. Just a little bit of pull there encouraged him to move toward her as well, and she leaned in to cut off his stammering with a kiss.
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They'd already kissed before. This was nothing new. Her being this close to him while there was so little between him and her bare skin, however, was going to drive him crazy. He let her silence him, and after the initial freezing-up reaction he allowed himself to calm, placing shaky hands on her shoulders.
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As she did she pressed against him, exerting just enough pressure to encourage him to step back without being blatantly obvious about it. Back, farther into the room, toward the nearest bed. (Which happened to be Yuffie's, but it wasn't as though her roommate was there to object.)
With her attention ostensibly focused on other things, though, her one-handed grip on the blanket went slack, and it slid farther down her arms until Robin's hands on her shoulders found only bare skin.
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The back of his calves hit the edge of the bed and he sat down on it automatically, pulling away from her a bit in the process. That nagging voice was still there. This was too easy. Things shouldn't be going this way.
What if she was being controlled by someone or something. What if she was some sort of alien hive-mother, looking for a victim to help spawn hundreds of little alien larvae that would slowly grow in him and eat him away form the inside out before turning on the rest of the Institute's populace?
That was an overactive imagination. And really? Who the fuck cared?
"Shit," he managed weakly.
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Ayumu lowered herself to sit beside him a little less abruptly, lifting her free hand to gently brush his hair from his forehead, fingertips trailing lightly down along his cheek. "I've always been alone," she said, voice soft enough to be barely audible. "Alone, and scared, and here...I'm tired of it."
Though she'd been taking the lead up to that point, now she hesitated a little, as though waiting for some kind of cue from him before pressing any farther. "I like you, Robin," she repeated, her hand trembling for an instant against his skin as her eyes met his with an almost pleading look.
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He swallowed thickly. "I, uh, I like you too." His voice was a bit shaky as he answered. Did he love her? No. He hadn't known her long enough to have developed those sort of feelings, even if she'd seemed very interested in being with him. Did he like her enough to be willing to try a little physical intimacy? Hell yes.
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