Extraordinary Things (extraordinare) wrote in hobbs_end, @ 2015-10-06 12:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | dr: byakuya togami, ffix: zidane tribal |
WHO: Togami & Zidane
WHERE: The hospital
WHAT: Byakuya wakes up in an unfamiliar locale with no memory of how he got there... again. There's even an annoyingly zippy and overly friendly kid nearby to complete the deja vu.
RATING G (?)
STATUS: Ongoing
The sterile smell of antiseptic and alcohol sanitizer hit him first, as Togami slowly regained consciousness. His first thought was that he was in the biology lab at Hope's Peak, but when he opened his eyes, the blurry ceiling and whitewashed walls were completely unfamiliar. There was medical equipment nearby, but the room was smaller and lacked the biology lab's medical pods containing the bodies of deceased classmates. As his memory returned, he recalled the final class trial, the execution of Junko Enoshima, and Kyouko Kirigiri finally opening the vaulted from door of Hope's Peak Academy that led to the outside world. Unfortunately, he remembered nothing beyond that - not what had happened to the people standing beside him, or how he had ended up in a bed wearing cotton pyjamas of all things.
Byakuya groped for his glasses, and was relieved to find them sitting on a table beside the bed. It was definitely a hospital room, and not a very advanced one at that. There were no attendants or nurses nearby that he could see. He put the glasses on, sat up, and swung his feet to the floor - only to cringe as he realized, too late, that his feet were bare and he had just put them down on a surface that was probably crawling with every manner of disease, vermin, and parasite known to man. Wonderful.
Thoroughly revolted, he picked his way gingerly across the room to a row of lockers, one of which hung slightly open, taunting him. He narrowed his eyes. Given the circumstances, he would not have been surprised if it sprung open like a jack-in-the-box and the severed head of Junko Enoshima popped out to mock and laugh at him.
He tapped the locker open with one finger, barely touching it, and was mildly relieved to find both shoes and clothes inside, and that they were his clothes. Mildly, because on top of his pristine, tailor-cut jacket sat a bloodied towel. And the disgust just kept reaching new highs. Bile rose in his throat and he narrowly resisted the urge to vomit.
He picked around the bloodied towel as best he could, pulling out clothes and hastily pulling on pants, socks, and shoes. There was no power in the world that could convince him to ever put that jacket on again. Byakuya made a mental memo to find out who ran this hospital and have them immediately shut down for malpractice. This was beyond unsanitary, and if he ever managed to find a shower and a change of clothes, the first thing he was going to do with these ones was burn them.
As he picked up the jacket in his hand, a bright splash of colour on the left pocket caught his eye, the crest from Hope's Peak Academy. For a moment, he held the lapel in his hand and brushed his thumb over the design. He put it aside and pulled the white shirt gingerly over his arms, buttoned it quickly, and dropped the jacket back into the locker, determined never to give it another passing thought. As he was about to leave, the edge of something small and electronic caught his eye, poking out from inside the towel. Oh. Disgusting. Nevermind their jobs, whoever ran this hospital may end up paying for this with their lives.
He prodded at the towel, touching it as little as possible, until it's contents were revealed to him. Pocketwatch, puzzle, book, and his Principal's Notebook and school ID. It looked intact - would it even work anymore? He hesitated, made a spur of the moment decision and pocketed the notebook along with the other things. He had a feeling it may yet be useful, and Togami intuition was rarely wrong.
The hallways were even emptier than his room had been, and Byakuya was beginning to spot a disturbing pattern in repeatedly waking up in strange locations with no memory of getting there. Was he Touko Fukawa now? Did a murderous psychopath exist in his mind as a split personality, leaving him to wake up in random locations with blood on his hands and no memory of how it had got there? No, he would never sink as low as Touko Fukawa. He was still a Togami, after all. While he wasn't sure what exactly that meant anymore, being a Togami still represented the pinnacle of human evolution. And on the evolutionary scale, Touko Fukawa ranked somewhere below inchworms.
He hoped she was alright. Wherever she was.
"Naegi," he tried, since Makoto was one of the last people he remembered seeing. Byakuya admitted to himself that he would have been glad to see Makoto's face appear around the corner, irritatingly optimistic but familiar. The halls were brightly lit, but austere, and he was beginning to get annoyed because he had yet to come across a single other individual, medical staff or otherwise. It was giving him an uneasy feeling, but he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and moved on. "Kirigiri?" Aoi Asahina had been with them at the end as well, but Byakuya refused to give credence to her existence by speaking that airheaded twat's name aloud. Besides, she'd slapped him. He didn't like her. He paused, hesitated, and the other name escaped his mouth before he could stop it.
".. Fukawa?"