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Day 22, Waiting Room 2, Evening Shift

Mar 04, 2007 01:07

Sanzo couldn't think of anyone who would want to visit him. He knew that he wasn't exactly the most pleasant person around - not that he gave a shit - so it wasn't like he made any friends. That was more for the others: Gojyo had called him a "self-absorbed prick" more than once, and Sanzo didn't care to change it. Fuck the roach ( Read more... )

visitors, haku, zell, soujirou, eric draven, azel, sanzo

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sanguinarily March 4 2007, 16:56:53 UTC

That was odd. Soujirou had not expected to be called for a visitor. The number of people who would visit him were very short. His family was dead and he doubted that Shishio-san or Yumi-san would visit him here. Either way he went to the waiting room with the others and sat down, a pleasant smile on his face.

Landels was getting odder, he had to say. This wasn't Japan, so he didn't think anyone from Japan would be here. They also continued to call him Chris Baty, which was as far from his name as could be. It was English or something, and he didn't think he even looked English, really.

Maybe it was a trick. But if it was a trick, it was a very elaborate one.

damned_visitors March 4 2007, 23:20:26 UTC

Before long, one of the nurses lead a lanky man towards Soujirou. He was nicely dressed (though he looked a little odd in Western clothing) and, despite the Spring-like temperatures outside, wearing a scarf. He twirled a cigarette lighter in one hand, annoyed that they had confiscated his favorite pipe at the door.

Unlike the other visitors, he did not look pleased to be there.

Sneering, Joaquim Baty regarded his "uncle." If his crazy grandfather hadn't gone around with that disease-ridden whore (not to mention promptly DYING after Christopher's birth), his family wouldn't have been landed with the boy in the first place...and his parents wouldn't be stuck paying for this overpriced loony bin. If not for the family's important (and therefore visible) position in the business world, Chris would have been dealt with in a much more...permanent way.

"I want you to know that I'm only here as a service to my parents. The stupid social worker for this place would not stop calling us until someone from the family showed up for a

sanguinarily March 4 2007, 23:24:44 UTC

Soujirou had not felt a shock in nearly seven years. He turned his eyes on his visitor and his mask almost fell. That was utterly and completely impossible, even for Landels. Even for a time and place where he had no idea what was going on, ghosts -- because that was what this was -- couldn't follow him here.

"...are? Arererere? Ah... Ahahahahahahahaha, ha... hahahahaha," He began to laugh, a little unsteadily and uncontrollably as Yanosuke approached. It was impossible to forget and impossible that he was here. Soujirou clearly remembered cutting off his head with the wakizashi Shishio-san had given him. He'd cut the head clean off before killing the rest of the family. "Ahahahahahahahahahahaaa..."

He didn't have any response to that at all.

damned_visitors March 5 2007, 06:50:43 UTC

Even when he had been sane (though, "sane" was a relative term, really), Chris had been a creepy kid. Always smiling and laughing, even when Dad was beating the shit out of him with that big cane of his.

The Baty family wasn't exactly blameless when it came to the matter of Christopher's fragile mental health.

Joaquim waited until Chris was done with his outburst, fiddling with the lighter and smiling malevolently. Oooh, he wanted to pound that stupid smile off the kid's face...but physical had never been his style. He preferred to leave the dirty work to those bigger and stronger than himself, like his older brother.

He smirked. "Surprised?"

sanguinarily March 5 2007, 13:04:16 UTC

Soujirou gaped. Well, as much as he gaped anyway, which meant that he gave a sort of airy, empty smile and searched for what to say. What did you say to someone that you'd killed? The weak were supposed to stay dead, that was part of the package. The strong lived and the weak died. The weak died and stayed dead.

"Ahahaha... you're not real," he finally got out with another nervous laugh. There were other things he wanted to say, 'you died' had been on the tip of the tongue, but somehow saying it out loud would have made everything worse. "You can't be real." He added more firmly. Soujirou knew how the world was supposed to work. The strong lived and the weak died.

damned_visitors March 5 2007, 20:30:27 UTC

The social worker had been extolling the virtues of family visits, saying that it helped the delusional patients 'root themselves to reality' (or something like that), but Joaquim seriously doubted that his presence was helping Christopher any. If anything, it seemed to have unhinged him further. It was just a monumental waste of time.

"Of course I'm real, you worthless brat," Joaquim snapped. "And once you get out of here, I'm going to personally see to it that your life is hell." With an almost crazed smile, long fingers went to the scarf around his neck and tugged it away. Running from his jaw to his Adam's apple was an angry red scar, badly healed. "Remember this?"

sanguinarily March 5 2007, 21:26:28 UTC

That. Oh, Soujirou remembered that. His hands clenched, holding an invisible sword. He remembered exactly how it had felt to just rip through someone like that. It was a feeling that had made him sick, and still did. He just usually didn't remember what it felt like. He stared, long and hard, laughter just drying up in his throat.

"...Y-you're alive," Soujirou finally got out, the lie which he had been trying to maintain. He had killed them all because they had been weaker than him. He had been the strongest. Except... here was Yanosuke, alive. Had he failed? He couldn't have failed, he was still alive. The weak were supposed to die.

If this was wrong, was everything wrong?

damned_visitors March 6 2007, 18:50:21 UTC

"Yeah, I'm alive, no thanks to you," Joaquim hissed, inching closer to Chris' face. "You could've killed me, if that sword hadn't been a fake with no edge." His hand shot out and grabbed the front of the boy's shirt, pulling him almost out of his seat.

After a few moments, Joaquim seemed to think better of it and released him. No use getting physical right now...not when he was in public, under the watchful eyes of all those nurses. Christopher would pay dearly for what he had done as soon as he was released, and the older man took comfort in that.

"Did you hear that your terrorist friend is dead?" Joaquim asked, almost conversationally. "The Feds found his little mountain compound, all burned out, and a few bodies. They aren't one hundred percent certain of the identities, but they're pretty sure that Silvers and his girlfriend are among the dead. It was in today's paper."

sanguinarily March 7 2007, 04:42:20 UTC

When Yanosuke reached out and grabbed him, Soujirou went limp. That had been his strategy as a child too, just smile and go limp and eventually they'd get bored and leave him alone. He was barely processing the words. If anything he just smiled more. Just shove everything into the back of his mind, ignore it, everything would go away if he smiled. That was how his thinking worked.

"...ahahahahaha, you're wrong," Soujirou replied, regaining some of his balanced, it seemed. He smoothed over all the cracks in his psyche, "They're too strong to. Everyone else is too weak." This was said with some conviction. Soujirou needed to cling to his world view. It needed to be right or everything fell apart.

damned_visitors March 8 2007, 04:15:28 UTC

Joaquim definitely took a sadistic sense of pleasure in this. His thin lips turned upwards in an ironic smile, regarding the boy with obvious contempt.

"No, I'm not. They're not strong--they're not much of anything right now, except charred corpses in the morgue. They're dead...and you're the weak one."

sanguinarily March 9 2007, 04:13:09 UTC

Soujirou stared at Yanosuke. He dropped his gaze, shoulders sagging in a submissive position. It wasn't necessarily that he believed it, but hearing the words out loud was difficult.

"...I'm not weak," he countered, but quietly. The smile was carefully plastered on. He could not afford to lose it now.

damned_visitors March 12 2007, 22:39:56 UTC

"Yes you are," Joaquim said smoothly. "You're weak. That's why you're here. You were too weak to survive in the outside world, and you landed in a nuthouse. So stop fucking grinning...unless you want me to tear that smile right off your girly face."

sanguinarily March 12 2007, 22:42:35 UTC

Soujirou looked down at his hands for a moment, almost contemplatively. He was thinking, mind racing to think. This was impossible. Completely and utterly impossible.

"...I bet it hurts to get killed by a sword," he said slowly, looking back at his relative. The smile was still on his face, "... I bet it hurts more to not get killed..." he added. Continuing on that train of thought, "...does it make you want to kill yourself?"

damned_visitors March 12 2007, 22:58:22 UTC

In less than a heartbeat Joaquim was out of his chair and pummeling the smaller boy with his fists. "What the fuck do you know, you little shit?!" he screamed, punching Chris repeatedly in the face. To hell with non-violence. "Fucking whore's son, I'll kill you!"

sanguinarily March 12 2007, 23:07:33 UTC

The attack wasn't surprising, really. Soujirou raised his hands belatedly to cover his face and tried to curl in on himself. He didn't fight back, however, just started laughing. Yanosuke didn't hit as hard as his older brother, he remembered clearly -- but it still hurt. He was bleeding somewhere on his face but he kept smiling. Maybe Yanosuke would get bored quickly. Soujirou knew from experience that no one would stop him, and it made him weak to just take it ... but he didn't really want to...

If he wanted to kill him he'd have to grab the chair and... it would be so easy to just strangle him... he was faster ... or put out an eye, just ram the palm into the nose... strangulation, suffocate him with his shirt ...

Soujirou curled more into himself.

damned_visitors March 12 2007, 23:23:18 UTC

"STOP SMILING!" Joaquim screamed. "STOP SMILING OR I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GOING TO--"

"Mr. Baty! Stop! You're hurting him! Please, stop!"

About a dozen nurses and orderlies materialized out of nowhere, pleading at the crazed man to stop while the larger ones attempted to pry him off of the boy. He seemed to deflate as soon as he was lifted to his feet and quietly allowed himself to be lead away.

"Oh, Christopher, sweetheart, I'm so sorry," a young-looking nurse said, kneeling next to the boy. She looked genuinely worried. "We should have kept a closer eye on you two, with your history." Taking a piece of gauze from her pocket, the nurse started to dab at a nasty gash under his eye. There was definitely going to be some swelling tomorrow, no matter how well they iced it. "Let's get you cleaned up and back into your room, okay? That's enough excitement for one night."

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