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WHO: Hiyori & Shinji
WHAT: Hiyori needs to talk to someone and Shinji is the only person she trust enough to do so.
WHERE: Shinji's place
WHEN: 8/21

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Shinji had been, for better or worse, sitting on his couch, watching the TV as though there was something worth watching on it (note: there wasn't). He would have been at work, but Hiyori had given him the heads up yesterday about coming over to talk or some shit and it really would have been more hassle to go to headquarters and then come back whenever he received the text message.

What could he say? He was a lazy asshole. Besides, it wasn't as though that new captain Bradley, or whatever the fuck his name was, wouldn't willingly pick up the slack. The asshole gave Shinji the creeps. And that was saying something.

So he was camped out on the couch, watching something called Top Chef -- damn they made good food; he wondered if Hiyori would agree to make him some-- when his cell phone went off.

He glanced at the text message and didn't bother to reply. His eyes roamed around the room. He guessed it was acceptable for a lady to walk into--if Hiyori even counted as one. The apartment was sparsely decorated, with only a couch, a

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"Fuck no." she replied as she shoved past him, making sure she elbowed him as she did so. She headed directly for the recliner and plopped down in it with so much as another glance at the idiot she called a friend. Hiyori kicked her sandals off in front of the chair and pulled her legs up into it.

She stared at the television as she waited until Shinji made his way back over back over to the couch. "I'm tired of this." she mumbled.

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"Oy!" Shinji protested, both at her lack of cooperation and at the elbow he received in his stomach. "Bitch, that hurt."

Glaring after her and grumbling about midgets and anger management classes, he closed the door and made his way back to the sitting area, cautiously skirting around the recliner in case she decided more Shinji Abuse was on the list of Things To Do.

But her heart didn't seem to be in it; she was so tiny curled up in on herself on the chair. That was the first sign that something wasn't right here.

"Tired of what?" Shinji asked with a frown as he collapsed onto the couch.

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"Everything." was her reply. Although as she thought about it she should probably elaborate some. Even if Shinji was the only friend she could trust it was hard for her to talk about things.

She let out a frustrated breath, scowling, still not looking at him as she continued. "I'm tired of feeling trapped, I'm tired of the headaches and I'm tired of being so damn confused about shit!"

Even though she said more it still didn't clear anything up.

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Shinji watched her out of the corner of his eyes while seemingly watching Top Chef nonchalantly. He hadn't seen her this upset before. Not in something that wasn't caused by him, at any rate.

"Confused 'bout what?"

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"Stuff." she mumbled, pulling her legs up under her chin. "Just stuff."

It felt too awkward to tell even Shinji and if she did he'd just laugh at her and make fun of her. He always did. That thought made her growl with frustration, angry at him for being such a damn idiot. And that wasn't even what she'd wanted to talk about anyway.

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"Stuff," Shinji turned his gaze away from the television to look at her sarcastically. "That explains a whole fuckin' lot. Any more details and I'd actually know what the fuck's botherin' ya."

His expression softened at her stance. She really had to be going through something to look that damned vulnerable.

"Look. I ain't gonna tell anyone. Just tell me what the fuck's goin' on."

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"Just stuff at work." she replied, not looking at him. "I want to quit, I'm tired of feeling trapped by them." Hiyori looked over at Shinji. "What's with you face?" she asked, scowling at him.

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Shinji ignored her scowl and frowned instead.

"Feelin' trapped? The hell d'ya mean?"

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"I dunno, it just feels like everything is closing in on me as of late." Hiyori wasn't used to talking about stuff like this so it made it very hard for her to figure out how to actually describe things.

"Fuck!" she growled, shifting in the recliner.

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Shinji could nearly feel her frustration from over on the couch.

"Closin' how? Anythin' happen?" he frowned. If she wasn't going to be straight with him, this was going to take a fuckload of time and he didn't know that he had that amount of patience.

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Hiyori growled and sunk into the chair. "Fuck if I know! That's just how things have been feeling lately...and I'm not one to run but FUCK I can't take it anymore!"

As she thought about it she'd started feeling more trapped since her and Jushirou had started getting close. Maybe that was the problem? Hell if she knew, she just didn't like feeling that way.

The small blonde let out a frustrated yell as she kicked her feet out. She felt like she just needed to beat something.

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"Ya don't know why the fuck you've been feelin' trapped and closed in and shit?" Shinji asked incredulously. He knew Hiyori was looking to vent or be comforted or some shit, but fuck if he knew what to do when she wouldn't even give him a straight answer. ... or when she didn't even know the answer.

He swore and twirled the remote between his fingers.

"When'd ya start feelin' like it?"

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Hiyori silently glared at Shinji, seething. Maybe she should just hit him and leave, call up Ichigo and spar. Sparring would sure get out some frustrations. It almost seemed like a good plan except she'd already wasted the time of going over to Shinji's.

She looked away and thought about it for a moment. When had she started to feel that way? It felt like forever but in reality it hadn't been that long.

"A couple weeks I guess." she finally spoke.

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Shinji ignored the antagonism in Hiyori's glare, rolling his eyes in response. She was always fucking mad at him. Like that was anything new.

"Anythin' jump start it?" he asked, continuing to twirl the remote as though he didn't really care. But that was a lie. He was listening closely.

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Hiyori was silent as she thought about it. "There was that Joker shit...but stuff like that doesn't usually get to me. Even...if it did trigger the nightmares." she grumbled and looked over at Shinji. "Y'know...ones about back in the lab