Nightshift 52: M61-M70 Hallway
[from here]She remembered the last time she'd been down this way. With Yukari in tow, she'd headed over to Mori's room to exchange a closet rod for her shuriken. Okita'd popped out of his own room-man, she hadn't expected that
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He had just turned around when she was pulling the notes out of...someplace. He had learned long ago in his dealings with Susumu not to ask where a ninja hid things. They just did it. Everywhere. Maybe he hid things in his hair. Yuffie didn't seem to have enough hair, but then she did have a lot of pockets. Wherever it had come from, it was his now and he reached out, taking the papers with an appreciative nod of his head.
A quick once-over proved them to be of professional quality minus some remarks and the occasional quirky, Yuffie-esque additions and drawings. They described the areas outside the facility and went so far as to comment on the efforts of the other groups. The History Club had indeed lacked interest in the areas over the wall, but there was a reason for that - one he couldn't reveal lightly. They had access to places within the building that were important, ones that had to remain secret until such a time when their final goal was assured success.
"Thank you, Yuffie-san. This is most helpful. If I could borrow the sketches until tomorrow? I'll copy them down and return them to you toward the lunch hour." Okita smiled at her and then moved to his desk, taking out his notebook and placing the pages inside. Tomorrow would be another work day; not that he minded much. "And I'm afraid I have one more request of you, if you would be so kind? There are two rooms I must visit to retrieve the items that our comrades left behind. It would be faster if the two of us were able to divide and conquer, but if not, I can go and you should rendezvous with Yomi in the main hallway."
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"Sure, but if you bring it back too late, I'm gonna start chargin' interest," Yuffie replied. She was doing way too many things for free, these days. It wasn't that she minded, exactly, but… it really wasn't helping her image! If she was too generous, the people who knew her from back home were gonna start to wonder.
As for his second request… Yuffie rocked back on her heels and shrugged on shoulder. "If it'll help us get moving faster," she said, agreeably enough. Even if Okita was only phrasing things as he was because he thought she'd balk at direct orders, it was still nice to be treated with a bit of equality; she wasn't here to work for him, she was here to work with him. It was as much a trial for him as it undoubtedly was for her. "Why waste time standing around when I could be doing something useful?"
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"It would be of great help to us moving faster," he agreed, taking out his map and spreading it out on the desk. Considering the way her notes had been done, perhaps she'd appreciate the way he'd done up his map. The different rooms were done in different colors, glitter was in several areas and he'd taken the time to draw little people or symbols in some areas. This was one of the maps that Homura had laughed slightly when he'd seen it. Something about that memory struck Okita a little harder than he wanted and he moved on, pointing out M35. "The items that once belonged to our members are in two rooms. Here in M35." He moved his hand over. "And here in M46. You are without a doubt faster than I am, so if you could get to M35 and retrieve the items there from Nataku-san's former roommate and return here, I should be able to make it to Homura-san's room and we can rendezvous here again to hide the items before meeting with Yomi-san to begin the hunt."
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… Man. This place made her think way too much.
Instead of trying to peer over Okita's shoulder, Yuffie shifted herself to the side. "Nice," she laughed, as soon as she caught sight of the map. Color, glitter, and doodles? Not bad; not bad at all. Looked like somebody shared her sense of style!
"Times like this, I miss being head of a department," Yuffie admitted, brightly, once Okita was done dishing out the directives. "Turning errands into super interesting training exercises is a specialty of mine. … Anyway," she shook herself out of the tangent, and walked backwards to collect her shuriken again. "Won't take long at all-and I'm guessin' you'll be spillin' the beans on what we're hunting when we meet up with the Yomi chick?" Curiosity was gnawing at her, and a strange, bubbling eagerness was right on its heels. Time to get something done for once, she thought. Kick some ass, take some names… The Great Ninja Yuffie's amazing comeback!
As soon as her shuriken was back in hand and hefted comfortably, Yuffie made for the door-and stopped dead, when the intercom crackled ominously to life. Her jaw clenched, but only briefly; Landel was a sadist, no doubt about that… but so was Weiss, and all the rest of his posse. It pissed her off, but, of course, it was far from enough to drag her spirits down. Burn brighter in the face of adversity, right? There was an old Wutaian saying that went something along those lines.
… And that was when the lights went crazy.
Yuffie huffed, eyes winced shut against the glare and head ducked, ineffectively, against the high-pitched whine. "Geez, how melodramatic can you get?" She shot a glance back at Okita, trying not to blink more than normal, before pulling open the door and stepping just outside of it. "Ah… Out here, too…"
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Best to conserve the speech so he needn't give it twice. Three of them against the nurses would be difficult, but it wouldn't be impossible. Yuffie had the ability to heal if he remembered correctly so if any of them fell in battle and they had to retreat, there was at least a very slim chance of them dying. So long as they didn't pull more than one or two nurses in the fight, they should be fine; or so he hoped.
Yuffie turned to leave and Okita did the same. He grabbed his sword and bag and turned to the door - only to stop and look up at the intercom. Apparently Jill had been taken. That made two of their supposed allies who were now dead, or soon to be dead. Under pain of torture, even the strongest men or women would break, and apparently Jill had done just that. Marc, the man on the radio, the one Okita had met before, was in grave danger and there was little Okita could do to help as he had no idea where the man was.
Suddenly, the lights burst to life accompanied by a high pitch whine, causing Okita to turn his head away from the source of the light and the sound, squeezing his eyes shut. It seemed today they were going to be blessed with light, or maybe it would be better to say they'd be cursed by it. Yuffie stepped out to investigate and Okita rubbed his eyes as he followed. "...be careful, Yuffie-san. I have a feeling this is a curse in disguise. I'll see you back here in a few minutes."
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… Right. That was about as true as old man Godo not being the secretive chairman of the local Goldfish Appreciation Society.
Still, the young ninja flashed a cheery, devil-may-care grin. This set-up could-and probably would-be troublesome, but they had a job to do, and there was no point in getting put off before they'd even gotten started. "You too, you too. See ya in a sec."
Without another word, she set off at a fleet-footed jog.
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As soon as she was gone, Okita lowered his hand and closed his eyes. One stop down. Now he just needed to get to Homura's room and hope that the demi-god's things were still there. Turning to the desk, he packed the pillowcase bag into the lapels of his kimono, adjusted his haori and headed out the door.
The small blessing for this journey was that he had a very short distance to go. The curse was that it meant he'd need to face the emptiness all that much sooner.
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"… a shining beacon amidst the… no, wait, amidst isn't- ahem, a shining beacon that pierces the veil of enshrouding darkness! An all-encompassing ebullience that buoy… ew, no, that's-I don't wanna think about those. Who the hell thought ships were a good idea, anyway? Stupid rotten rust buckets… Rotten, revilable-ha, that is so a word-retarded, rubbish rust buckets. They should all just sink; save me the trouble of will you please stop being creepy before I punch you, I don't care if you're just a shadow."
Yuffie took a deep breath to continue her rant, before realizing with a start just how far she'd come. Somehow, she'd managed to get all the way to Okita's room. Hadn't she just been trotting along the hallway back down near… Well, well, that was fine. It was just peachy! It saved her the boredom of trekking all that way while actually paying attention, which was, in her opinion, a fate worse than three cat litter trays and a half bucket full of extra strength bleach. In a small house. In a small house with one room, a secret passageway, and no windows, but it did have a booby-trapped cat-flap; she'd installed it herself last spring
"Get a grip," she muttered fiercely to herself. "What's a shadow, compared to a ghost?"
Nothing to underestimate.
"Nothing to flip out over. … Oh my gawd, I'm talking to myself."
Shut up already!
Don't mind if I do, Yuffie retorted, this time silently. It was too early in the game to start getting spooked. No matter what, she had to focus; Okita would be back soon, and when he was, they'd be able to get their mission underway. That meant this was her last chance to pilfer some of the plunder, but Yuffie hesitated, her fingers tightening around the neck of the knot she'd tied in the top of her stolen pillowcase. A little restraint…
… A little restraint would reap benefits in the end, huh. It was one of those situations. With a heavy sigh, Yuffie leaned against the wall just to the side of Okita's door. If he didn't hurry up, she was gonna take something, and he'd deserve it.
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With the pillowcase filled up in his arms, Okita jogged his way back. He wanted to run, but he could feel that little problem of his aching to put him out of commission so he had to take it easy. Which was unfortunate because as he drew close to his room, he realized he was the last to arrive. "Ah! Yuffie-san, I apologize for being late."
Not that he didn't have a reason. He'd been securing them a healer besides her, to help reduce some of the strain. And he'd been able to get Homura's things without much trouble. It just so happened that he couldn't run back as fast as he wanted. Even now he felt a bit winded and, although he tried to hide it, he was going to need the few moments it would take to hide the things they'd gained in order to return to normal.
With a smile, Okita motioned to the door and came to a stop in front of her. "Thank you for waiting. Shall we put these things away and get going?"
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"You sure took your time," she complained dramatically, dragging her gaze away from the grotesque patches of black. She half turned, nudging her shuriken out of the way, and swung the door open for him. "I thought I was gonna fossilize. That's no fate for a girl like me."
He looked winded, too, but Yuffie chose not to comment on that. "How'd it go? Anything fun? Anything interesting? I met a kid with cat ears who pouted at me for stealing bedding, but he didn't throw anything at me. But, anyway-I'm all for going. Going's cool." Going would make it easier to concentrate, she hoped, on things that weren't spooky enough to put the old Shinra Manor to shame. It was enough to make even her restless.
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Although it might not measure up to meeting a kid with cat ears. How was that even possible? Okita paused and looked back at Yuffie for a moment, tilting his head curiously as he thought over that little tidbit. He'd heard of people saying they weren't human before coming here, but he'd never heard of something like that. How weird.
Dropping to his knees, the swordsman pushed his find under his bed as far as it would go into the back corner. Homura's sword was not for giving away yet. Not until he knew better who to trust and what to do with the people he had under him. He had promised Yomi a weapon, but there had been no promise as to what sort of weapon. And he distinctly remembered Nataku having a machete of sorts.
"I was able to secure us another healer, to help take the load off your shoulders, Yuffie-san," he said as he climbed back to his feet. "If you ever need it, a man named Kibitoshin has agreed to help us when possible. And I recovered most of Homura-san's items. Was there anything like a machete or blade in Nataku-kun's things? Yomi-san will require a weapon for our hunt tonight."
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The uniform, the box of cigarettes, the gun and the box of ammo, the whiskey, and the machete were soon littered neatly about on Okita's floor. Yuffie sat back on her heels, pillowcase draped across her lap. "There's a machete," she confirmed, staring at it-and everything else-longingly. Her fingers were itching almost as bad as the back of her neck; she could've sworn that the shadows were still flickering, mutating… "And scalpels, and-well, you can take a look for yourself."
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Kenren's uniform, more of those white smoking sticks, a gun and bullets, things they could use somehow or another. Most important was the machete, however, and Okita picked that up, checking it over. This would work well enough while they waited for another try at the upper room. The rest, scalpels and other odds and ends, could be hidden for now. "Hopefully Yomi-san can be satisfied with this for now."
He glanced up again and caught Yuffie looking over the items, causing his smile to grow. "We best be moving. I'm sure no one will come in and my roommate is someone we can trust not to pilfer anything we've so rightfully gained."
With a few careful steps, Okita was by the door and opening it. "We should move. Yomi-san will get impatient." After he was able to confirm Yuffie was with him, Okita started out into the hallway at a jog, trying to keep his eyes off the shadows that seemed to be twisting and lengthening beyond reason.
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