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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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"I fucking know that!" Hiyori growled. "Not...really. I don't really know how to go about doing shit like that." she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest again. She honestly didn't have a clue about how to handle her current situation.

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"Well uh."

Shinji scratched the back of his neck. Like he knew how to deal with the situation any better than she did. Not like he'd ever had a relationship. Or fucking wanted one.

"Dunno, don't ya need to tell him an' shit? So he knows and uh, if he likes ya too ... ya can ... hook up or some shit like that. 'least he can help ya not be so damn confused or somethin'?"

Well you couldn't say he wasn't trying.

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"Y'know...you're pretty fucking useless." Hiyori replied after a few moments of silent thought. He was right though, not that she'd admit that, she did need to talk to Jushirou about it all.

"Well, whatever, baldy, I'm outta here." she said as she stood, slipping her sandals back on.

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"You're the one who came ta me," Shinji protested, scratching the back of his head a bit awkwardly. This entire situation was beyond him and his abilities. "Fuckin' midget."

He stood back this time, letting her stand and get her sandals on. She seemed to be a little better now, although with Hiyori, you never really fucking knew.