三村信史 Shinji Mimura (bakuhatsushinji) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2008-05-13 22:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | finished thread, light, rating: pg, setting: niflheim, setting: niflheim's kitchen, shinji |
Who: Shinji, Light and {OPEN}
Where: Niflheim
When: A short while after his arrival
Rating: PG (will be changed if necessary)
Warnings: None
Summary: Shinji figures he should take a look around
He'd felt like he'd needed to get out of 'his' room. He wasn't entirely sure whether he'd ever be able to refer to it as 'his' room, not in the way his room back home had been his; his parents had more or less left him alone, and he'd always looked after it well enough. His mother had never been interested enough to pay that much attention to how it was kept, and his father was never there. The maid they had to keep the house tidy had never complained and he was perfectly aware that he was possibly slightly anal when it came to how things were kept. His room here? He couldn't say he currently liked it. It was dark - darker than his room back home, and it made it feel small, but that wasn't the issue, nor was the rather unusual style in which the room had been built. The issue he'd had, was with the blood stains he'd quickly discovered. He'd attempted to clean them, but the simple fact they were there was more than enough to make him want to not be there. If he were to be quite honest, he wasn't sure whether it was the blood itself (after all, he knew he wasn't squeamish), or the fact that it reminded him too much of where he'd come from; the sight of Yutaka and Keita led on the ground, the sight of his own blood.
He couldn't say, though, that from the brief time he'd been wandering (rather aimlessly, he had to admit), he was all that fond with the building. Sure, they were on hell's side, but did that seriously mean that everything had to appear so drab? You could be evil and still have a nice, airy, well-decorated HQ, surely?
Peering curiously at some particularly interesting choices of decoration, Shinji frowned, before continuing on his way. He had to admit, he wasn't entirely sure why he had been deemed suitable for hell's side. Sure, he'd made mistakes, he wasn't perfect, he'd killed (admittedly by accident, but he supposed that wasn't the point), and he'd planned on killing (and was incredibly miffed he hadn't succeeded), but, but, compared to the others he'd met over the network (he supposed that's what it was), he definitely did seem to be out of place. That wasn't to say he wouldn't defend himself, wouldn't do what he was asked if he could find a reason in it, but...
Posture relaxing slightly as he turned a corner and found what appeared to be a kitchen (before eating, he planned on inspecting everything carefully. He had the distinct feeling one couldn't be too careful), he figured there was a chance he was better suited here than on heaven's side, but he couldn't help but idly wonder if there was somewhere for people of a more neutral disposition.