Nightshift 23: M31-M40 Hallway
Dinner had been an altogether depressing affair - Tamaki's problems only seemed to underline what Seimei had said earlier about not relying on other people here. Ritsuka had hoped that perhaps he had been wrong, but if Adel was so easily turned against someone like Tamaki, then who could turn on Ritsuka? Or Seimei for that matter
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After ten pens he had a meter of metallic string, bleeding fingertips and annoyance level that could rival the days back when Weiss still lived together in one big house. He linked the keyring to the flashlight, the wire to the ring and wrapped the other end around a pen. Fighting with wire was not his specialty, far from it, but it was better than arming himself with a cheap plastic pen.
The radio tucked firmly to the elastic band of his pants, few more pens stuffed to his pocket and a grim frown over his brows, he was waiting beside his door for the lock to click when the doors opened. In the hallway, he stayed at the shadows to let his eyes get used to the darkness. His room was the last one on the hallway and the moving would obviously happen to the opposite direction. He saw Omi, and Kurama too, but mostly it was Omi who he would recognize by posture and familiar gestures without needing to see him properly.
He did not feel like being ordered around tonight. They both were very capable of taking care of themselves on their own. And whatever Omi had talked with Yohji over the lunch, he didn't feel like being questioned right now. So he stalled his steps, letting the boy get away first.
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He picked up the flashlight and picked up three or four pens, tucking them away. They wouldn't be useful as weapons unless it was against an unarmed patient. Soujirou had full confidence in his ability to drive one home in the neck or eye, however. While it wouldn't do against a monster either, they were certainly better than being unarmed. His fingers could only dig so far into a skull for minimal damage.
Soujirou nodded to himself, twice, while in the doorway of his room before heading out into the hallway. Once again he picked a direction at random and began to walk. Eventually he'd meet something interesting. Or someone.
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The dark hallway was now practically deserted and he didn't bother turning on the flashlight. He wasn't worried about heading out all alone, it was the preferred method of action for him. But it was different than having a team behind his back and for that reason alone he kept his steps measured and calm, gazing upon the people he countered with curious eyes.
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He blinked and turned on the flashlight. Was that a person? He pushed the button on the light and moved closer.
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This madhouse had him on his toes and he sorely missed the sword by his side. But as of yet, nothing that had hands to carry a flashlight and mouth to speak had hurt him this far and he considered it only logical to speak out.
"Hey," he said silently. "You mind turning that away?" And to company his words, he pointed at the flashlight. Perhaps not the most friendly greeting, but it was better than nothing, right?
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"Sorry!" He called out and moved closer. There wasn't any intent to attack or defend from his position, just walking along as if he were outside for a stroll. Fear wasn't something Soujirou felt.
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He let his feet take him closer, noting the other's easy approach, which at first made him assume either the person really didn't belong to a place like this or completely the opposite. Pausing his steps in front of the boy, he flicked his own flashlight on, directing it towards the floor so the light was softer and wouldn't bother either one of them.
Now would have been the time for some kind of introduction or at least something to say. 'Hey' would have been a good start But Aya generally felt awkward with people, and the simple, "Hn," was all he could muster as he studied the other in the dim light.
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He offered a smile, despite the rather standoffish response he got. Most people seemed to be pretty stressed, so it wasn't as though he was surprised to get that reaction. Not that people back home weren't standoffish either. "Either way, it's nice to see someone."
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He nodded silently as an answer to the question, wondering briefly what else could he have been than a patient. But he still was new to this and at the moment he didn't want to think about all the possibilities.
"Right," he started, sparing one of his pale smiles, just a shallow curve on his lips but better than the default frown he was used to wearing. "Were you looking for someone or something? Or just wandering around aimlessly... like me."
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There was no motivating to figure out the Landels game. The visit from his nephew was still clear in his mind as well. Landels was more than just an odd place, he had no bearing and confusion was new to him.
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"Fujimiya Aya. Why don't you come along with me then?" He had no idea where, but it was probably reasonable to keep on the moving rather than stay in one place.
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Though, who knew at Landels. Perhaps there were those who were from different Japans in different times.
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But by his upbringing, he also knew it was pointless to make an issue out of it. And so he clasped his hands in his lap and bowed down as well. "Pleased to meet you, Seta-kun."
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"The pleasure is mine, Fujimiya-san," he replied. Very few people called him by his last name, surprisingly. Though he wasn't quite ready to break that barrier with someone familiar with his culture.
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Soujirou seemed young and kind of cute, easily pleased. Instinctively Aya felt at ease. He wasn't one to trust a smiling mask, far from it. But the truth was that he wouldn't trust anyone by default and manners made it easier to communicate.
"Have you been long here?" he asked while peering at Soujirou through his crimson bangs.
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"How about you, Fujimiya-san?" Perhaps the other was a better judge of time than himself. Soujirou wasn't one to painstakingly count the days anyway.
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