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[forwantofpeace]

Who: Shisui, All and everyone
Where: Kitchen
When: Day 005
What: Shisui gets food to replenish his supplies. People talk to him.
Warnings: Ninja

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[forwantofpeace]

Shisui blinked, turning his head to stare at Kakashi. "Not the last time I checked. Why, did you think you found one?" He pushed another package into the bag, tipping his head and offering Kakashi his blind side briefly.

"Where have you been? I feel like...I wasn't worried, but I feel like you've been gone for longer than you should have." He frowned at the bag. "Anyway, one of your students is here. Haruno. The pink haired one? Older, probably fifteen. Distrustful of everything."

[forwantofpeace]

"Ah, the day before this one, I think." He made a thoughtful noise. "I lost track of her. I don't think she preferred my company. But then, from what she tells me, I should be dead. So I can understand her dislike."

He turned to study Kakashi for a longer moment, frowning. "You would be coming from the other door, I think." He nodded to the door he knew led to the hallway. "Did something take you?"

[genki_heroine]

Oh! Sakura spotted someone she knew. "Hi there!" She skipped into the kitchen, seemingly unaffected by the events that transpired thus far.

Maybe not the Sakura Shisui was looking for, but she was a Sakura, that's got to count for something, right?

"I haven't seen you around lately!" Sakura's eyes were bright and eager upon seeing a familiar face. "Where've you been?"

[forwantofpeace]

"Sakura!" He smiled, pleased to see the little girl and automatically checking her over for injuries. "I've been looking after my little cousin and trying to figure this place out. We must have been missing each other in the hallways. How have you been?"

She was still just as bright and cheerful as she had when he met her the first time, it made him happy. "Hungry? I made extra soup."

[genki_heroine]

"Hi there!" Sakura waved and greeting him with a bright smile. She was apparently unscathed, and her expression gave no indication of emotional distraught. "I've been doing ok! Just trying to figure out what to do around here!" She craned her neck and rolled onto her tip-toes.

"You made soup? What kind?" Not it mattered. Sakura wasn't a picky eater, and besides, what better way to warm up?

[forwantofpeace]

"Miso, I can make rice to go with it if you'd like?" He smiled, listening to her chatter. He really did like the kid, she was the sort he could never see being a ninja.

"I think we're all trying to figure that one out. Did you find any of your friends?"

[pickldpineapple]

After his encounter with the shiny floating thing 'Rokudo Mukuro' as he found out his name was from the strange blonde man, was far from a happy camper. There were things in his head that should not be in his head, and he was most offended that something in his head decided he liked having his hair touched.

Since he most certainly did not.

So he wanders into the kitchen, arms over his head protectively from any hair-ruffling adults, and the most grumpy little face he can muster. Ah, Shisui! He can fix it... or pick him up.

... no he did not want to be picked up. He could stand on his own. He didn't like being touched. He huffs at his own confusion and just stands by the doorway. Just hating everything.

[forwantofpeace]

The little boy didn't make any noise, but Shisui had been a ninja since he was about the child's age. He tilted his head curiously at the scowl, turning towards him. "What's wrong, kiddo?"

He hadn't really expected to be followed, but he didn't mind. He liked the little kid. "Did someone mess with your hair?" He crouched down, smiling reassuringly. "We'll find a mirror and you can check it, ok?" There was no discharge on the bandages, that was good. Though he'd have to check the injury later.

Maybe Sakura might know something?

[pickldpineapple]

[forwantofpeace]

"Maybe, huh?" He offered his hands, still smiling reassuringly. "It's fine, looks normal to me. But a mirror will let you see and make sure it's alright. Sound good?"

The kid looked conflicted about something, and he wasn't sure what might have happened to send his little charge into that sort of tailspin.

[is_not_number1]

Mello paused at the doorway of the kitchen before he entered, taking a moment to look over the room's other occupant. While the night had ended, and the house seemed to be relatively safe again, it couldn't hurt to hesitate and make sure. Particularly not after the room had been guarded by one positively fucked up monstrosity of a creature for the entire night.

He certainly had no complaints about the fact that this kitchen's entrance was safe again.

"Shisui," he commented, acknowledging the guy with a raised eyebrow. "Seems like you're in better condition than you were the last time I saw you, doesn't it?"

He couldn't, however, help but to wonder whether Shisui had actually managed to survive since the last time he'd seen him. That much wasn't nearly so easy to tell around here.

[forwantofpeace]

"Mello." He lifted his hand in a vague greeting, smiling faintly. "I've healed a bit. Besides, there's a lot to be said for being clothed when someone walks in on you."

He studied the other man curiously. "And yourself?" The night had been dangerous, and the fear had been real enough that it was difficult to control.

[is_not_number1]

Mello gave a vague smirk in response to the answer. "Ever get that sign up?"

He'd been in fine condition when he'd met Shisui, aside from recently having come back from the dead. And, since then, not much had changed. Not much, at least, that he was physically aware of.

But he wouldn't say that he was the same as he'd been then, either. Too much had happened since. Nothing was the same.

"I'm not sure how acceptable of an answer it would be to say that I'm perfectly alright," he replied with a shrug. "I can say that I survived the night, and I'm certainly not crippled or dying."

[forwantofpeace]

"No, I keep getting distracted. I should though, might save me a bit of trouble." He smiled, shrugging his shoulders.

"Is anyone here perfectly alright?" He laughed a bit, putting another package into the bag. "Survival seems to be the name of the game, after all of this. Dogs bother you last night? Or that mist?"

He'd hated the mist, hated it a lot. Like a low level killing intent flooding the house, requiring focus to blot it out.