Meet Cute [Complete]
Characters: Sekai Saionji, Jonouchi Katsuya
Setting: The blue kitchen
Time: Day 006, after the experimentees get above ground (around the same time as this thread)
Summary: Worried and hungry, Jonouchi comes back to the kitchen and meets one Sekai
Warnings: To be anounced! (probably none)
Jonouchi woke in the mother's study after a short nap, rubbing the back of his head and stretching a bit. Once the group had gone their separate ways, he'd elected to try and find Saya, still worried about his young friend. He hadn't gone very far when fatigue had its say in the manner, and he'd curled up in a corner of the study for a quick nap. His body was still used to sleeping on the floor of his cell, and while it was far from comfortable, the few hours of sleep he got was enough to recharge his internal battery. The duelist was all set to resume the search for his friend when his stomach spoke loudly to the contrary. It was only then that he remembered he couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten. The whole time he was in the cell he didn't have a single bite to eat. How he survived - let alone never felt hungry - was a mystery to him. Were they somehow feeding him in his sleep? But then there should have been crumbs, or a taste in his mouth or some sort of sign! How had they managed to keep him alive? He didn't know, but a shudder going down his spine was sign enough to stop riding that train of thought. He needed to find Saya, but he wouldn't be able to do that on an empty stomach. Getting to his feet, the blond began to head to the kitchen.
As he crossed the rooms, he kept glancing back and forth, expecting (and secretly hoping) to see someone else, anyone else. In a house full of people, the silence stung him, and the unease of solitude made him feel something he almost never felt: vulnerable. His friends always gave him support, strength, and inspiration. They helped him through the toughest of times, and he would be eternally grateful for that. Still, he had never felt dependent on them. When things came to a head, he was always capable of standing on his own two feet. That was before he was locked away. Now his mind was wracked with doubt. When he was helping Edward, he had a purpose. He could see his usefulness, that he could make a difference. Others could depend on him. Alone, he couldn't be sure. He'd been captured with hardly a fight. How could he depend on himself? He shook his head, trying to free himself from his doubts.
He couldn't be alone with his thoughts right now. He wasn't ready to sort them out. Heading into the kitchen, he could only hope to find someone soon.
Setting: The blue kitchen
Time: Day 006, after the experimentees get above ground (around the same time as this thread)
Summary: Worried and hungry, Jonouchi comes back to the kitchen and meets one Sekai
Warnings: To be anounced! (probably none)
Jonouchi woke in the mother's study after a short nap, rubbing the back of his head and stretching a bit. Once the group had gone their separate ways, he'd elected to try and find Saya, still worried about his young friend. He hadn't gone very far when fatigue had its say in the manner, and he'd curled up in a corner of the study for a quick nap. His body was still used to sleeping on the floor of his cell, and while it was far from comfortable, the few hours of sleep he got was enough to recharge his internal battery. The duelist was all set to resume the search for his friend when his stomach spoke loudly to the contrary. It was only then that he remembered he couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten. The whole time he was in the cell he didn't have a single bite to eat. How he survived - let alone never felt hungry - was a mystery to him. Were they somehow feeding him in his sleep? But then there should have been crumbs, or a taste in his mouth or some sort of sign! How had they managed to keep him alive? He didn't know, but a shudder going down his spine was sign enough to stop riding that train of thought. He needed to find Saya, but he wouldn't be able to do that on an empty stomach. Getting to his feet, the blond began to head to the kitchen.
As he crossed the rooms, he kept glancing back and forth, expecting (and secretly hoping) to see someone else, anyone else. In a house full of people, the silence stung him, and the unease of solitude made him feel something he almost never felt: vulnerable. His friends always gave him support, strength, and inspiration. They helped him through the toughest of times, and he would be eternally grateful for that. Still, he had never felt dependent on them. When things came to a head, he was always capable of standing on his own two feet. That was before he was locked away. Now his mind was wracked with doubt. When he was helping Edward, he had a purpose. He could see his usefulness, that he could make a difference. Others could depend on him. Alone, he couldn't be sure. He'd been captured with hardly a fight. How could he depend on himself? He shook his head, trying to free himself from his doubts.
He couldn't be alone with his thoughts right now. He wasn't ready to sort them out. Heading into the kitchen, he could only hope to find someone soon.