[RP Log] An, Sengoku
Date: Tuesday, Nov. 25
Summary: Sengoku doesn't feel very well so he seeks out An... only to make himself feel even MORE unwell. He eventually finds her on the roof crying... we find out why, and Sengoku pukes off the roof 8D
It wasn't so often lately that An let her thoughts get to her enough to actually make her feel miserable -- she spent plenty of time keeping herself busy with other things to avoid this particular thing from happening. So it would be Seven Moons' newest staff member was currently sitting by her lonesome on the far corner of the school's roof, knees clutched to her chest and the only sound being that of quiet sobs.
Even if it'd been from natural causes, she still blamed herself for her partner's death -- he'd gone far too soon and it hurt. The minute she'd been able to she'd left the infirmary seeking someplace more or less private to gather back her wits.
Sengoku felt funny. When he was younger, he'd felt this before so it wasn't anything new, but it didn't happen enough to make him feel comfortable with it. And if he didn't feel comfortable, then who else should be whine to but the school nurse? School nurses were always good people to whine at and it was a plus that their school nurse happened to be An; it wouldn't have been fun if he had to whine at himself. However, when he'd gotten to the infirmary, there was no school nurse in sight, except for a big plate of cookies, muffins, and brownies that just sat there on her desk. The baked goods seduced him, he'd argue, since they basically invited anyone to have a piece... only, Sengoku had them all. He ate every single one, every single tiny morsel of happy goodness he could stuff in his mouth, the sweetness washing over his palate in pure ecstasy.
Now, he just felt even more uncomfortable, and he continued his search for the school nurse, eventually wandering up the stairs of the school, climbing higher and higher because there was just no where else he could look. She couldn't have gone home already, right? He felt a little heavy as he went up and up, and his head might've swam a little but he stopped short of the door, hearing a muffled sound. Gathering himself, he crept towards the door and pressed his ear up against it; he didn't know roofs could cry! Slowly, he opened the door as soundlessly as he could, but it creaked just a bit.
"Hello~?"
She barely seemed to notice, instead chalking it up to the light breeze rustling through trees. That was until a familiar voice hit her ears and her head snapped up. Mentally berating herself an arm flew up, madly scrubbing at red, watery eyes. "Kiyokiyo." She tried to keep her voice steady, a forced smile curling on her lips. "Need something?"
He was going to say he felt weird but when he caught sight of the obvious scrubbing and the hiding of her tears, he determined that An probably felt even weirder. It wasn't often he'd seen anyone cry... Renji didn't cry, Saeki didn't cry... even if his students wanted to cry they stubbornly wouldn't show it. A little cautious, he inched closer to An, refraining from jumping on her like a hyper puppy-- even he knew that things like this needed a different coure of action, and his normal impulses wouldn't suffice. He sat down in front of her, legs crossed under him, and he reached out to try and bring her arms down from her face.
"Need something?" She repeated, trying very much to act like her normal self and squaring slender shoulders.
"No, not really," he decided to ask her, head tilting at the look on her face. No, she didn't look very happy at all, despite the fact she was trying hard to hide it. "Is something wrong, An-chan?" he asked, looking somewhat concerned.
An shook her head fiercely. "Nothing." She lied. "Just catching some fresh air." She didn't feel particularly right lying to him but there were just some things people didn't need to know about.
"Is the fresh air being mean to you?" he asked, pouting a little. If it was, he'd most certainly go and beat it up for her! "It was making you upset, wasn't it?"
Even in a somewhat bummed state she had to laugh (if a bit weakly) at that. "No, the air wasn't being mean to me." Sengoku really was silly sometimes.
Giving her a little, perplexed look, he scowled at the air beside him and snapped at it with a little snarl. There, that should've taught the air a lesson! Somewhat satisfied, he dragged his butt over to her side, letting his shoulder lean into An a little as an invitation to do the same. "You're too nice. Even if something's being mean to you, you don't say it."
An shook her head again. "Nothing's being mean to me, really." It was sweet of him though, to worry about her.
"Well, if nothing's mean to you... then why do you look so... blah?" He meant that she looked really down but 'blah' somehow got in the way. He wrinkled his nose at the word, but instead of thinking too much about it, he slipped his arm around her's loosely.
"Tired is all. Long day." It was partially true, anyway. She gave the older man a weak smile and leaned against the offered shoulder.
Tired? He didn't know being a nurse was actually that stressful and even though she was a teacher's assistant, it couldn't be that hard, right? He frowned a little that An-chan was keeping something from him. "You should take lessons in lying," he suggested quietly with a deep frown.
An made a slight face once she was caught (not that her story had been particularly believable) and sunk a little further down the wall. "Just thinking too much is all. Nothing important." she finally admitted.
"But it sounds really important... you're all upset about it," he pointed out, still frowning as he continued to hold her arm, trying to keep her from sinking too low. However, he just ended up pulling her a little into his lap. "So there's something wrong," he confirmed.
She made a small noise at that but settled easily against him, shoulder slumping slightly. "Just some old things."
"Tell me, tell me~" he cooed softly, letting her rest there comfortably. It occurred to him that maybe he was prying a little too much... but he paid no attention to it as he was just too curious to care about privacy.
"There isn't much to say." More of, she wasn't sure if she really wanted to talk about it, it put her down enough just thinking about it.
Sengoku shrugged, eyes glancing down at An's face. "That's okay," he assured with a small smile, "It's always better to talk about things, right?" At least, that was what he'd heard.
"I guess so." Not that she'd ever really tried. "Well..." But how to start? Maybe he was right, maybe it would help. "I used to have a partner." She began slowly, pausing for a minute to gather her wits and figure out how to say what she felt.
A partner. Of course An-chan would have a partner... didn't everyone? But the thought of her already having one...
He continued to smile, nodding his head as he leaned back on the wall they were sitting against. He convinced himself this was just storytime.
"An-chan had a partner," he repeated to let her know he was listening.
If she was going to do this, she might as well do it all in one go. "He died. About two years ago." An took in a deep breath, trying to steel herself and keep from starting to cry again. "Can't help but feel it was my fault sometimes. Then I end up like this."
Sengoku had to stop himself from parroting back what she'd just said, his mouth open to repeat the story only nothing came out.
He died?
He felt her tremble slightly as he tried to keep from crying, but it was terribly plain on her face that she was becoming upset again. For once in his life, he wanted to kick himself for pushing a little too far... it was always different with Ren-chan and Kou-chan somehow; they never did have partners who died, right? Sengoku's expression wavered, bordering on confusion and sadness... he was sad that she felt that way.
"...It can't have been your fault... you're.. you're An-chan," he tried reasoned softly, refusing to believe that she'd kill her partner or had been the cause of his death; it just didn't suit her image. "It wasn't your fault," he confirmed.
"It's not, really." She continued quietly. "He was sick for a long time. Just sometimes..." An took in another deep breath. "Sometimes I feel like I should've been able to do something to make him better. Maybe if I'd tried harder he wouldn't have died."
"But you tried your hardest, didn't you?" It only made sense that she did. It was only natural that if you cared for someone, especially if he was your partner, you'd want to do the best you could. "If he was sick for that long... and no one else could help him... then you shouldn't feel so bad..." That was how he reasoned it anyway. He blinked and shook his head, deciding to let it rest against the wall behind them.
"He was my Sacrifice. It was my job to protect him and I failed." At least, that was how she seemed to feel about it all. "Bah, never mind. I still blame myself and try to keep myself busy so I don't think about it. It gets to me sometimes."
"Sometimes there are things that Fighters can't protect their Sacrifices from," he reasoned softly, his eyes closed to keep his vision from spinning. Maybe, in a way, he could relate to that statement, but he didn't think too much about it. "You shouldn't blame yourself..." There was nothing you could do, he wanted to say, but stopped short as there was a sudden lurch in his gut.
She was about to reply to him when a rather unsatisfactory sound made its way to her ears. Tilting her head to peer at the older man she frowned slightly. "...Are you feeling okay?"
....Maybe it wasn't a good thing that he could feel... stuff nearly bubble in the back of his throat. It was then that he remembered why he was looking for An in the first place. "...Oh, it's just that nngholdon!" His eyes snapped open and he quickly pushed her off, only to throw himself at the edge of the roof, his upper body nearly hanging off the wall, coupled with unpleasant sounds of him coughing up the... stuff. ...Maybe he shouldn't have eaten all those brownies in the infirmary... but oh, he found his button at least!
An winced slightly as her palm scraped over the rough ground surface, making another face at the gagging and obvious sounds of someone throwing up. Immediately jumping to her feet she joined him, general concern on her face and in her voice. "Are you okay?"
There was a moment more of gagging and forced heaving until Sengoku slumped, hanging over the wall somewhat limply. ...That wasn't any fun, he realized as he stared at the puke spot on the ground below them-- someone was going to have a good time cleaning that up. He coughed when he attempted to speak, but he managed to clear his throat and give An a weak smile. "I forgot to tell you that my stomach was feeling weird..."
She made a slight face at that. "You should've said something sooner. Did you eat something bad?" On hand rested lightly on the man's arm before fingers curled lightly in his sleeve. "Come on." At any rate she could give him some pepto or something.
Sengoku heaved himself off the wall and stood wobbly at An's side. He didn't particularly like it when his body was like this, drained and unbalanced but there wasn't much he could do about it. "Only the stuff on your desk," he told her, but quickly added, "But they weren't bad!"
"...Don't tell me you ate all of it." She replied with something of an exasperated sigh. What had been left there had been enough for nearly a dozen people. Tugging on his arm a bit she led the way back through the school.
Sengoku pouted as he leaned into her. "Butbut they were really good! I couldn't stop myself~ Did you make them, An-chan?" he asked.
"I did, but they were meant for more than one person." She replied, leading him into the infirmary and making him sit. "Was that all you ate?" Though really that much sugar would give anyone a stomachache. Turning on her heel An rummaged around in a cupboard before pulling out a small bottle and measuring out a bit of the liquid. "Take this."
For some reason, Sengoku liked taking medicine, and it was just a plus that the liquid was a bright pink. Giving her a grateful smile, he took the medicine without another thought, and he smacked his lips when it all successfully went down. "I couldn't help myself," he told her again with another smile, more sheepish than the previous. "Must be because you're the one who made them~" he flirted rather shamelessly. But he had another question to answer so he paused to think about that. What else did he eat? "Well... I swallowed my button by accident.. but it came out so that's good, right?"
She flushed slightly at the compliment before capping the medicine and putting it back. "For future reference, buttons aren't to be eaten. Nor is any other article of clothing."
"How about marbles?" he asked with a little grin.
"If it isn't food, don't eat it. If you don't know if it's food, ask."
Well, there was no way to twist that, so Sengoku gave up while he was not-so-ahead. "Aww... all right. At least that gives me an excuse to see An-chan more~"
"And that's fine, so long as you're not making yourself sick." An replied with a slight laugh. "Your stomach should be fine if you rest for a little while."
"Thank you, An-chan~" he piped up like a child thanking his teacher. "But I don't know if I can trust myself enough to rest alone... so can I stay with you?" he asked as innocently as possible.
"There's a couch, have at." She grinned, waving off to a set of low couches lining the wall for just that purpose. She didn't have much left to do for the day but she didn't mind the company, at least.
Sengoku hopped off the table and flopped himself on the couch comfortably, laying there for a moment before he tilted his gaze back towards An. "And you're okay?" he had to ask as he snuggled down into the cushions.
She moved easily back into her office, settling into her chair and setting to work on some random papers. "I'm fine. Thank you, though."
He certainly hoped so, that she wouldn't get all sad again from something she had no control over, but he decided he probably shouldn't press on now that she seemed all right. "Hm... okay," he consented before folding his hands on his tummy and letting his eyes slipped closed. He listened to the scritching of pen on paper for a moment longer before drifting off, comfortable in her presence.
Summary: Sengoku doesn't feel very well so he seeks out An... only to make himself feel even MORE unwell. He eventually finds her on the roof crying... we find out why, and Sengoku pukes off the roof 8D
It wasn't so often lately that An let her thoughts get to her enough to actually make her feel miserable -- she spent plenty of time keeping herself busy with other things to avoid this particular thing from happening. So it would be Seven Moons' newest staff member was currently sitting by her lonesome on the far corner of the school's roof, knees clutched to her chest and the only sound being that of quiet sobs.
Even if it'd been from natural causes, she still blamed herself for her partner's death -- he'd gone far too soon and it hurt. The minute she'd been able to she'd left the infirmary seeking someplace more or less private to gather back her wits.
Sengoku felt funny. When he was younger, he'd felt this before so it wasn't anything new, but it didn't happen enough to make him feel comfortable with it. And if he didn't feel comfortable, then who else should be whine to but the school nurse? School nurses were always good people to whine at and it was a plus that their school nurse happened to be An; it wouldn't have been fun if he had to whine at himself. However, when he'd gotten to the infirmary, there was no school nurse in sight, except for a big plate of cookies, muffins, and brownies that just sat there on her desk. The baked goods seduced him, he'd argue, since they basically invited anyone to have a piece... only, Sengoku had them all. He ate every single one, every single tiny morsel of happy goodness he could stuff in his mouth, the sweetness washing over his palate in pure ecstasy.
Now, he just felt even more uncomfortable, and he continued his search for the school nurse, eventually wandering up the stairs of the school, climbing higher and higher because there was just no where else he could look. She couldn't have gone home already, right? He felt a little heavy as he went up and up, and his head might've swam a little but he stopped short of the door, hearing a muffled sound. Gathering himself, he crept towards the door and pressed his ear up against it; he didn't know roofs could cry! Slowly, he opened the door as soundlessly as he could, but it creaked just a bit.
"Hello~?"
She barely seemed to notice, instead chalking it up to the light breeze rustling through trees. That was until a familiar voice hit her ears and her head snapped up. Mentally berating herself an arm flew up, madly scrubbing at red, watery eyes. "Kiyokiyo." She tried to keep her voice steady, a forced smile curling on her lips. "Need something?"
He was going to say he felt weird but when he caught sight of the obvious scrubbing and the hiding of her tears, he determined that An probably felt even weirder. It wasn't often he'd seen anyone cry... Renji didn't cry, Saeki didn't cry... even if his students wanted to cry they stubbornly wouldn't show it. A little cautious, he inched closer to An, refraining from jumping on her like a hyper puppy-- even he knew that things like this needed a different coure of action, and his normal impulses wouldn't suffice. He sat down in front of her, legs crossed under him, and he reached out to try and bring her arms down from her face.
"Need something?" She repeated, trying very much to act like her normal self and squaring slender shoulders.
"No, not really," he decided to ask her, head tilting at the look on her face. No, she didn't look very happy at all, despite the fact she was trying hard to hide it. "Is something wrong, An-chan?" he asked, looking somewhat concerned.
An shook her head fiercely. "Nothing." She lied. "Just catching some fresh air." She didn't feel particularly right lying to him but there were just some things people didn't need to know about.
"Is the fresh air being mean to you?" he asked, pouting a little. If it was, he'd most certainly go and beat it up for her! "It was making you upset, wasn't it?"
Even in a somewhat bummed state she had to laugh (if a bit weakly) at that. "No, the air wasn't being mean to me." Sengoku really was silly sometimes.
Giving her a little, perplexed look, he scowled at the air beside him and snapped at it with a little snarl. There, that should've taught the air a lesson! Somewhat satisfied, he dragged his butt over to her side, letting his shoulder lean into An a little as an invitation to do the same. "You're too nice. Even if something's being mean to you, you don't say it."
An shook her head again. "Nothing's being mean to me, really." It was sweet of him though, to worry about her.
"Well, if nothing's mean to you... then why do you look so... blah?" He meant that she looked really down but 'blah' somehow got in the way. He wrinkled his nose at the word, but instead of thinking too much about it, he slipped his arm around her's loosely.
"Tired is all. Long day." It was partially true, anyway. She gave the older man a weak smile and leaned against the offered shoulder.
Tired? He didn't know being a nurse was actually that stressful and even though she was a teacher's assistant, it couldn't be that hard, right? He frowned a little that An-chan was keeping something from him. "You should take lessons in lying," he suggested quietly with a deep frown.
An made a slight face once she was caught (not that her story had been particularly believable) and sunk a little further down the wall. "Just thinking too much is all. Nothing important." she finally admitted.
"But it sounds really important... you're all upset about it," he pointed out, still frowning as he continued to hold her arm, trying to keep her from sinking too low. However, he just ended up pulling her a little into his lap. "So there's something wrong," he confirmed.
She made a small noise at that but settled easily against him, shoulder slumping slightly. "Just some old things."
"Tell me, tell me~" he cooed softly, letting her rest there comfortably. It occurred to him that maybe he was prying a little too much... but he paid no attention to it as he was just too curious to care about privacy.
"There isn't much to say." More of, she wasn't sure if she really wanted to talk about it, it put her down enough just thinking about it.
Sengoku shrugged, eyes glancing down at An's face. "That's okay," he assured with a small smile, "It's always better to talk about things, right?" At least, that was what he'd heard.
"I guess so." Not that she'd ever really tried. "Well..." But how to start? Maybe he was right, maybe it would help. "I used to have a partner." She began slowly, pausing for a minute to gather her wits and figure out how to say what she felt.
A partner. Of course An-chan would have a partner... didn't everyone? But the thought of her already having one...
He continued to smile, nodding his head as he leaned back on the wall they were sitting against. He convinced himself this was just storytime.
"An-chan had a partner," he repeated to let her know he was listening.
If she was going to do this, she might as well do it all in one go. "He died. About two years ago." An took in a deep breath, trying to steel herself and keep from starting to cry again. "Can't help but feel it was my fault sometimes. Then I end up like this."
Sengoku had to stop himself from parroting back what she'd just said, his mouth open to repeat the story only nothing came out.
He died?
He felt her tremble slightly as he tried to keep from crying, but it was terribly plain on her face that she was becoming upset again. For once in his life, he wanted to kick himself for pushing a little too far... it was always different with Ren-chan and Kou-chan somehow; they never did have partners who died, right? Sengoku's expression wavered, bordering on confusion and sadness... he was sad that she felt that way.
"...It can't have been your fault... you're.. you're An-chan," he tried reasoned softly, refusing to believe that she'd kill her partner or had been the cause of his death; it just didn't suit her image. "It wasn't your fault," he confirmed.
"It's not, really." She continued quietly. "He was sick for a long time. Just sometimes..." An took in another deep breath. "Sometimes I feel like I should've been able to do something to make him better. Maybe if I'd tried harder he wouldn't have died."
"But you tried your hardest, didn't you?" It only made sense that she did. It was only natural that if you cared for someone, especially if he was your partner, you'd want to do the best you could. "If he was sick for that long... and no one else could help him... then you shouldn't feel so bad..." That was how he reasoned it anyway. He blinked and shook his head, deciding to let it rest against the wall behind them.
"He was my Sacrifice. It was my job to protect him and I failed." At least, that was how she seemed to feel about it all. "Bah, never mind. I still blame myself and try to keep myself busy so I don't think about it. It gets to me sometimes."
"Sometimes there are things that Fighters can't protect their Sacrifices from," he reasoned softly, his eyes closed to keep his vision from spinning. Maybe, in a way, he could relate to that statement, but he didn't think too much about it. "You shouldn't blame yourself..." There was nothing you could do, he wanted to say, but stopped short as there was a sudden lurch in his gut.
She was about to reply to him when a rather unsatisfactory sound made its way to her ears. Tilting her head to peer at the older man she frowned slightly. "...Are you feeling okay?"
....Maybe it wasn't a good thing that he could feel... stuff nearly bubble in the back of his throat. It was then that he remembered why he was looking for An in the first place. "...Oh, it's just that nngholdon!" His eyes snapped open and he quickly pushed her off, only to throw himself at the edge of the roof, his upper body nearly hanging off the wall, coupled with unpleasant sounds of him coughing up the... stuff. ...Maybe he shouldn't have eaten all those brownies in the infirmary... but oh, he found his button at least!
An winced slightly as her palm scraped over the rough ground surface, making another face at the gagging and obvious sounds of someone throwing up. Immediately jumping to her feet she joined him, general concern on her face and in her voice. "Are you okay?"
There was a moment more of gagging and forced heaving until Sengoku slumped, hanging over the wall somewhat limply. ...That wasn't any fun, he realized as he stared at the puke spot on the ground below them-- someone was going to have a good time cleaning that up. He coughed when he attempted to speak, but he managed to clear his throat and give An a weak smile. "I forgot to tell you that my stomach was feeling weird..."
She made a slight face at that. "You should've said something sooner. Did you eat something bad?" On hand rested lightly on the man's arm before fingers curled lightly in his sleeve. "Come on." At any rate she could give him some pepto or something.
Sengoku heaved himself off the wall and stood wobbly at An's side. He didn't particularly like it when his body was like this, drained and unbalanced but there wasn't much he could do about it. "Only the stuff on your desk," he told her, but quickly added, "But they weren't bad!"
"...Don't tell me you ate all of it." She replied with something of an exasperated sigh. What had been left there had been enough for nearly a dozen people. Tugging on his arm a bit she led the way back through the school.
Sengoku pouted as he leaned into her. "Butbut they were really good! I couldn't stop myself~ Did you make them, An-chan?" he asked.
"I did, but they were meant for more than one person." She replied, leading him into the infirmary and making him sit. "Was that all you ate?" Though really that much sugar would give anyone a stomachache. Turning on her heel An rummaged around in a cupboard before pulling out a small bottle and measuring out a bit of the liquid. "Take this."
For some reason, Sengoku liked taking medicine, and it was just a plus that the liquid was a bright pink. Giving her a grateful smile, he took the medicine without another thought, and he smacked his lips when it all successfully went down. "I couldn't help myself," he told her again with another smile, more sheepish than the previous. "Must be because you're the one who made them~" he flirted rather shamelessly. But he had another question to answer so he paused to think about that. What else did he eat? "Well... I swallowed my button by accident.. but it came out so that's good, right?"
She flushed slightly at the compliment before capping the medicine and putting it back. "For future reference, buttons aren't to be eaten. Nor is any other article of clothing."
"How about marbles?" he asked with a little grin.
"If it isn't food, don't eat it. If you don't know if it's food, ask."
Well, there was no way to twist that, so Sengoku gave up while he was not-so-ahead. "Aww... all right. At least that gives me an excuse to see An-chan more~"
"And that's fine, so long as you're not making yourself sick." An replied with a slight laugh. "Your stomach should be fine if you rest for a little while."
"Thank you, An-chan~" he piped up like a child thanking his teacher. "But I don't know if I can trust myself enough to rest alone... so can I stay with you?" he asked as innocently as possible.
"There's a couch, have at." She grinned, waving off to a set of low couches lining the wall for just that purpose. She didn't have much left to do for the day but she didn't mind the company, at least.
Sengoku hopped off the table and flopped himself on the couch comfortably, laying there for a moment before he tilted his gaze back towards An. "And you're okay?" he had to ask as he snuggled down into the cushions.
She moved easily back into her office, settling into her chair and setting to work on some random papers. "I'm fine. Thank you, though."
He certainly hoped so, that she wouldn't get all sad again from something she had no control over, but he decided he probably shouldn't press on now that she seemed all right. "Hm... okay," he consented before folding his hands on his tummy and letting his eyes slipped closed. He listened to the scritching of pen on paper for a moment longer before drifting off, comfortable in her presence.