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Dayshift 22: Chapel
Claire woke up in her room just like before, with little idea of how she actually got there. This time, though, she noticed something different about the room. There was another young woman, a blond, sleeping in a bed across from her. Before questioning that, though, she made sure to hide the items she'd gotten that night in her closet, shutting
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He was less happy about the new bed and it's sleeping occupant. The one he knew hadn't been there the day before.
He wasn't a religious man, but he let himself be taken to the chapel. He felt like he needed some peace and quiet. Time to reflect and decide if this actually was a dream or not. He settled down in one of the pew near the back corner, leaning back and closing his eyes.
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Cold fingers ghosting over his forehead, he tried to calm the nervous tension rising within, as he slipped in to sit beside Yohji on the wooden bench.
Something was very wrong here.
Hands balling into tight fists in his lap, he stared right ahead and cleared his throat. "Kudoh?"
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"Huh. Maybe they do believe in second chances." Or third or fourth or whatever number he was on by now. "Still doesn't explain why you're here. They said visiting hours were this afternoon." He took a moment to examine Aya more closely, noting that he wore the same clothing as Yohji himself. "You aren't meant to be here, Aya," he said with a frown. Kritiker had no reason to put Aya in a place like this. None.
The sudden movement, as though of pain made Yohji's eyes widen in worry, automatically leaning towards Aya to check for injury. "You hurt?"
The muttered question startled him a little but he shrugged it off. "Not the first time a building's collapsed on me, right?"
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He sat back on the pew, resting his arms along the back of it, legs stretched out in front of him in a lazy sprawl.
"It's a mental hospital," he replied flatly, mind working quickly to decide what he should tell and what he should leave out. Telling him about the night... it was so implausible during the day, and if Aya was here for Kritiker and heard Yohji talking about it... heh, he'd be in here forever if they didn't want him dead. He gave a brittle smile. "I figured this was where I belonged, where Mamoru... where Kritiker thought I should be." He frowned at Aya, still not quite able to bring himself to meet the other man's eyes. "But you're ( ... )
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"I know!" he hissed, finally whipping his glare back at Yohji and pinning him down with it. "I know!" There was the anger he'd been trying to conceal, the guilt and fear. "You do not have to remind me of that. I knew something like that would happen, but both you and Mamoru refused to listen. Why couldn't you just break away back then?" Normally, Aya wouldn't have said any of this, maybe it was because of the situation, or the drugs, or both ( ... )
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"'Cause that was going so well," he said, sarcasm trickling into his voice. "You saw me. I was a wreck. I'd have ended up snapping and in prison or one of these places even if I hadn't rejoined Weiss."
Aya doubled over again and Yohji touched his back with his free hand, concerned for him. Was this some kind of allergic reaction to the drugs? If it was then this could be really bad. And then he spoke, and even in the middle of looking like he was gonna' convulse, Aya was the voice of practicality.
"Easier said than done," Yohji said dryly, deciding to bite the bullet. Maybe it'd convince Aya that he wasn't worth it. "It's not exactly a normal hospital."
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"It never is, is it?" he said finally, tired of arguing with Yohji. He fell silent again, not knowing what to say to anything Yohji had spat out. If it was true what Kurama and Yohji had said, he had no hurry anyhow. The only thing he knew that there was no doubt about Yohji being himself, always thinking about Yohji. What he had done when rejoining Weiss and what he could have done without didn't much differ from each other.
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Aya's dry comment brough a soft snort of laughter from him. "Yeah, I guess not." he sighed softly, steeling himself for the reaction he'd probably get. "It changes at night. Doors open, you get attacked by giant scorpions and little mud... things." Now that he said it out loud and in the light of the morning... well, he really had to doubt it himself. How sure was he that it wasn't just hallucinations and nightmares? He really needed to find Cliff, make sure it'd actually occured.
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Straightening to sit up, he took Yohji's hand from his side and moved it aside, his cold fingers brushing over the playboy's knuckles before pulling back to his lap. "As for what I did... I did nothing. Someone stabbed me. Boldly at the crowded street. That's when I ended up here." He did not mention that he had not called for help, surely thinking he would die. The slight regret in the soft sigh following his words.
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He raised an eyebrow at the startling news. Someone had dared to attack Aya in broad daylight? "An assassin?" he asked curiously. Their enemies had always worked more covertly than that.
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Feeling a shiver run down his spine, he wrapped his arms around himself and pulled one knee up to prop his feet to the ledge of the bench even if the bandages tightened on his skin uncomfortably. "How big is giant?" he asked silently.
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