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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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"Hn... Do you think it could be Kritiker's facility?" he asked with low voice. Yohji was right, Aya was safe as long as it came to productivity. But what he did not know was that Mamoru was quite not the kid they worked with back when Weiss was still just the four of them. Mamoru would sell all of them and probably several times for his new 'family' if the need be. "If so, I deserve to be here just as much as you."
He frowned, glancing Yohji from the corner of his eye, dark red bangs veiling his vision slightly. "...Yohji. Are you..." Okay? How could he ask that from a person who had been willing to throw all his memories away gladly? "...so, your injuries have healed?" Aya finished silently, not being able to ask what he wanted, even if the drugs had loosened his tongue a bit.
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He leaned in close, allowing him to speak more quietly and still have Aya hear it. "I don't know," he answered truthfully. "There was a doctor the other day, he didn't seem to know anything about me. If they were Kritiker, you'd think they'd know everything." And if it was an attempt to deal with their mental problems so they could still function as killers, then they'd definitely know about them. "They use different names too." He bit his lip, mulling over some of the more unpleasant theories he'd come up with, but he needed to know more before he could elaborate.
He flashed Aya a smile. "Me? I'm just fantastic." He took a deep breath, voice cracking slightly as he continued. "How can you ask that? So fucking calm! I tried to kill you, Aya. You should be glad I'm locked up. You should have killed me back there."
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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.
His heart was beating so fast, breathing erratic, a wave of nausea and dizziness washed over him and he doubled over again. Another arm propped to the back of the next pew, cheek leaning against his wrist, he still refused to let go of Yohji's hand.
"We need to get out of here," he whispered, the darkness behind his lids spinning. It already had changed into we instead of him at the mere sight of Yohji. Damn his attachments and stubborn nature, he'd never abandon any one of them again.
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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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His concern grew when he saw the shiver shaking Aya. This wasn't right. Aya was the one who was always determined, always there. Was he ill or something? Or was this place really affecting him so badly? He forced his mind back to the topic. "Ummm, 'bout the size of a medium-size dog, I guess." Okay, it didn't sound that big now, but the other night it had been a very big deal. And scorpions did not grow to the size of dogs!
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Catching Yohji's worried look, Aya straightened up, steeling himself for whatever was needed this time. Weakness didn't become him after all. "What do they call you? The nurse addressed me as Seto Kiyoshi."
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"Itou Ryou," he replied flatly to Aya's question. Sucky name. Sounded like a salaryman or something. Something Yohji would never have been. "I can't tell if it's trying to brainwash us, or something, or if they really believe it."
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He bit his teeth together for a moment, wishing he could have trusted Yohji. "They gave me a pen. If I can kill a person with it, I can improvise with other... things," he murmured with low voice, just audible enough for Yohji to hear him.
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Somehow, the idea of Aya using a pen as a lethal weapon wasn't that surprising. "I have three knives. Find me at the start of Nightshift. They're a little small, but better than nothing." Damn, now he really wished he'd grabbed a couple more knives. Hindishgt and all that. But giving one up was better than letting Aya run around with only a pen for defence, even if he would probably be no less deadly.
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As much of a mystery the layout of the hospital still was to him, he was slowly coming out from the haze of whatever drugs had been shot to him. The throbbing pain against his side didn't much bother him, at least it reminded him of the reality and kept him checked. And he should get used to it, he needed his wits about him so no more blissful numbness if it was possible to avoid.
Before Yohji could answer he added another question. "And is there anything else I should know?" Which probably would be plenty but some things always were vital and some luxury.
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He chewed his lip for a second, wondering what else he could tell Aya. He needed to help him as much as he could. It was only fair. And then he remembered something Aya would definitely want to know. "Schuldig is here."
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