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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"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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