Night 51: Kitchen

[hajike_tobiume]

[from here]Momo carefully entered the kitchen after making quick work of the lock on the door. She stayed low to the ground, eyes scanning for any presence. Anything within this room would be hostile as they were the first within. Seeing nothing immediately, she relaxed her stance just a bit and quickly crossed the room to where the large cold

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[sasuke_of_sound]

[[from here]]

They were approaching one of the most irritating legs of this journey -- locating the trapdoor. Sasuke kept his expression carefully impassive as they moved into the kitchen. The irritation was old and ever-present, but there was a reason to have allies. He'd known that from the beginning, before he'd lost his sight.

He just hadn't known the extent of the reason until then. Gaara of the Sand might not have had access to the demon chakra within him, but Sasuke of the Uchiha lacked sight. They were all crippled.

[zack_fair]

It looked like despite everyone's reservations, they all had agreed to move on. Zack was glad for that, since they'd wasted enough time with him having to make a detour, and then adding on a fourth person after that. Getting hung up on previous times spent here and being worried about dead weight was just going to ensure that they didn't make it anywhere.

But once they got moving, they really moved, and that was the important thing. They left the blood-stained scene of the Sun Room behind and then got through the cafeteria without even a stir from the shadows. Which brought them to the kitchen, which seemed similarly quiet

[buryyourdemons]

The weight at his side was heavy suddenly, despite the complete lack of any amount to fortify himself. It was too warm, and the others around him were deemed too close. He followed, continued, automatically, as his heart sped. No memories of it? No, there was nothing. He could detail almost anything if he cared, but this escaped him. He hadn't been here before. But here were two, one a stranger, saying he had. There was nothing familiar about this place. Nothing that set off warnings inside his head that he had walked these halls before. Nothing.

There was a lag in response; Gaara's eyes locked on the Uchiha's back. To think that he'd be in this situation. From helping them retrieve him to relying on him for simple answers. He left the dark-haired man's question to Sasuke. Communication was already faulty. What was necessary to know? Not his actions. No. That could come later. More-- "When?" When had he vanished, without anyone noticing, to return as if it had never happened?

[blood_and_pocky]

Someone had already passed into the refrigerator, and the door now hung partway open. He pushed it open all the way.

Letting the chill sink in, he turned to regard them. "Briefly." It was an amendment, out of some kindness. He didn’t actually know the raccoon-eyed boy, not to an intimate degree, and certainly not anything that could compromise Gaara later. Though the boy in question didn’t necessarily need to know that for sure. In truth, though, it’d been a different time when Aidou had known his former roommate--or at least he felt that way. Aidou was been more…

Just more. More himself, really. His confidence had been unshakable about a lot of things, and now, with what he’d learned, things were different.

Because it didn’t much matter: "We shared a cell." In a manner of speaking.

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