Night 57: West Wing, South Hall 2-B

[oneman_onekill]

[from here]As they made a left into the next hallway, Niikura thought back to the map of the Institute that he'd committed to memory. The hall they were looking for, the one that would hopefully take them to where Mike was being held- it was somewhere on his left. The problem was that this hall was huge, and he didn't even know how many doors he'd

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[princeofthemoon]

Sesshoumaru was used to the babble of others talking; what he was not used to was being expected to participate in the conversation, as Niikura apparently did. When Sesshoumaru had nothing to say than he did not say anything; a novel concept for many, but one which had always seemed extremely reasonable to him. Those who prattled on about every little thing usually had little control over themselves and their emotions, silence showed strength, and control, and perhaps the superiority that should be communicated in dealings with one such as him

[oneman_onekill]

"Aye," Niikura said distractedly as he worked the pen cap around inside the lock. It wasn't giving way...this was getting frustrating...

Get a hold of yourself. Stop panicking and get this done. How many times have you done this anyway, huh? Well, no one's life had ever been on the line ever except his own; even during that one time with the cream puff bomb he'd had a jetpack and all of his equipment.

Well, maybe it was time to call in the reserves. "Hey." Niikura looked over his shoulder. Ses...say, ya got anything on ya that might be able to break this? Just one clean hit like this." He mimed a karate chop. "I'd do it myself, but all I got is my flashlight, and I'd kinda like to keep that intact, and I can't just use my fists 'cause it's rusty."

In his mind, he heaved a sigh of relief. He'd almost called Sesshoumaru by name when he'd never even asked for it; the last thing he wanted was for the youkai to get distracted by this funky human who knew way too much about him.

[princeofthemoon]

Sesshoumaru caught the fumbled syllable, and looked at the human oddly for a moment. He was distracted a little by the unfamiliar name, and asked repeated the word, voice idle and curious - "Flashlight?" So that was the name. An odd, unfamiliar word, but the night seemed full of them. He held it for a moment, on his tongue and in his mind, tasting it, examining it

[oneman_onekill]

Oh, that was right: Sesshoumaru had no idea what a flashlight was; he probably had never even heard the word until right now.

Wow, I just taught him a word. With that truth came a rush of elation that for a moment had Niikura break out into an enormous grin. Who could claim that, huh? This place could be pretty cool sometimes when he wasn't dealing with things trying to gnaw through his ankles or brainwashing.

The sickly sweet scent of the poison followed by the loud snap of the door knob giving way startled him back into reality. "Oh hey, nice job there--whoa." He caught sight of the bared teeth and reflexively recoiled, eyes growing wide. "Everything- uh, everything...cool? Ya didn't cut your hand or somethin', did--" He checked with the flashlight. No blood, so that was good..."Uh...you know what? Never mind."

Niikura sprang back up and gave the door a well-deserved kick inward just because he could- and also because he still wanted to look cool in some way. No, he didn't have poison dripping from his palms (That would be

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