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[nyc-detective.livejournal.com]

WHO: Maza and OPEN!
WHERE: Her hospital room.
WHEN: Today
WARNINGS: Probably horrible?
SUMMARY: Visit Momjeans in the hospital! Leave her flowers! Threatening notes! Rub it in her face that she got ridiculously concussed from just a simple metal sword hilt to the head! Sneak real food in! Fill her in on the stuff that's going down in the city!

FORMAT: Quicklog.


[Maza's in her hospital room, grumpy, headache-y, and creeped out by the note on those flowers that got delivered to her room.]

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[wolfofmibu]

[ He really shouldn't be doing this.



He really shouldn't be doing this.


But he'd been drawn here after her most recent comm post. (At least, that he knew of, it wasn't like he was on their filter anymore) and it had taken some careful planning on his part - quite careful. It wasn't like Kiryu approved of this idea. But he had to know. Had to see for himself.

It takes some time, but Saitou's content to wait. He'd blended in crowds thousands of times before; today was no different.

... And it's a second before he finds the right opportunity of no one around to step inside her room, having examined it with his Mind's Eye before entering to make sure she was alone.

... However what to say to her was an entirely different matter, as words aren't really coming to him. ]

Hello Maza-san.

[nyc-detective.livejournal.com]

[ She'd been in a bit of a stupor, bored stiff by the hospital and with a headache that just wouldn't go away. And so it took her a moment to focus on the source of her name.

...

Clearly, she'd been hit harder than she thought, because now she was hallucinating. There was no way in hell that Saitou Hajime was staring at her from the far side of the room. No way. ]

Great, now I have to tell the docs I'm seeing things and be stuck in here even longer.

[wolfofmibu]

[ Saitou can't help but look a little alarmed in response. Surprised as much as he was, maybe, on his visiting, but there was no way he was an illusion. He walks up to the side of her bed to get a closer look, and perhaps give her a clue that he actually was standing there. Looking concerned, even. ]

You don't have to tell them.

[nyc-detective.livejournal.com]

No, I must be seeing things. Because I'm currently seeing Saitou Hajime standing next to me. Which either means I'm dreaming, I'm hallucinating, or Puck's somehow come back to the City and is messing with my head for the hell of it.

[ There is no other explanation, really. Because why would he come? That doesn't make sense. ]

[wolfofmibu]

Puck? [ Saitou has to think a moment.

... Before remembering that horrible gender debacle before he'd ported out. ] Oh. Him. That ahou's still on my hit-list, whether in the City or not.

[ He's content to just let her come to terms with him actually being there on her own, though, and he leans over a bit to examine the damage. ] How are you feeling?

[nyc-detective.livejournal.com]

Well, if you find him, tell him I say hi. And to stop messing with my head, because Demona's would provide more entertainment.

[ Wait, why is Saitou still here. ] Awfully concerned for a hallucination. My imagination's better than I thought...

[wolfofmibu]

[ He can't help a small amused smile at that, and in turn leans over her even more, briefly sifting a hand through a few strands of her hair. Do I look like an illusion now? ]

Oh so you have dreams of me, hm? [ Aand the amused smile elevates into a smirk. ] I'll have to keep that in mind.

[nyc-detective.livejournal.com]

[ Okay, hallucinations are NOT supposed to make contact. What. The. Hell. ]

You're really here?!

[wolfofmibu]

[ He can't help a bit of a smug look at her expression, before shifting to plop himself down in the chair beside her bed. ]

I've been trying to tell you that, you know.

Get used to this icon, you're going to see it a lot.

[nyc-detective.livejournal.com]

[ She can just sort of... stare at him. ]

Okay. Why are you here?

FFF

[wolfofmibu]

[ He tilts his head just a little, looking her over. ]

I can't see if you're all right?

CONTINUING OVER HERE!

[nyc-detective.livejournal.com]

[ She continues to scowl up at him, not wanting to surrender but not having much choice. ]

You completely and totally suck. Why are you here?

XD; kay

[wolfofmibu]

[ His mouth twitches just the slightest as if he's tempted to be just as argumentative as she was right now, but knows it won't help matters. Though in a few seconds he might try and walk her back over the hospital bed to lie down like she was supposed to be doing. ]

Is it really so hard to believe that I might want to see how you are. That wasn't supposed to land you in the hospital. [ Though that part is more to himself, as he's been berating himself on not holding back his strength enough. Or if he should have just not used his sword to knock her out whatsoever. ]

:3

[nyc-detective.livejournal.com]

Yes. You have to know we're all out to arrest you.

And don't ask me why it did, I've been knocked out before with no problem. Maybe you're just lucky. [ She sits back down on the bed and scowls. Does he clearly not understand all of this? ]

[wolfofmibu]

[ ... Well at least she sat back down. However after that scene she just pulled he remains standing for now, eying her warily. ]

Just because I have no want to be arrested doesn't mean I want you dead, you know.

[nyc-detective.livejournal.com]

[ If he wanted her dead she'd be dead. That's about as simple as it gets. ]


I know that. So what's keeping me from yelling at the top of my lungs and bringing everyone in here?

[wolfofmibu]

[ He makes a very good attempt at not widening his eyes a little or inching more toward the door - he's not sure how, but for some reason he's able to bury it down. For the moment. If she was defiant enough to try walking right after a concussion, he wouldn't put the idea of yelling past her. It wouldn't help her head though (sometimes he wished she would think about these things more) ]

You tell me.

[nyc-detective.livejournal.com]

[ Well, that's not the answer she wants to hear. She honestly wants him to let her know because she sure as hell can't figure it out. But after several moments of piecing it out, she has a reason. And it's the only one she'll ever say out loud. ]

Because I'm still not entirely convinced that this isn't just some sort of incredibly detailed lucid dream, and if I yell, they'll likely come in and keep me here longer. That part isn't acceptable. I need to get back to work.

[wolfofmibu]

[ For a moment he just stares at her nonplussed, before cracking a small smile and covering his face with one hand, letting go a soft amused laugh. This really was too much. ]

[nyc-detective.livejournal.com]

[ Grumbles ] Yes, well, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.

Nuuuumber 3

[nyc-detective.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, no he doesn't. Not like this. Not when she's scared and confused out of her mind, he does not get to play the "why can't you read my mind" card. Screw that. ]

Tell me.

XD;

[wolfofmibu]

[ Hmm nope, he's back to being a stubborn-ass and has pretty much shut out anything she's saying. That was talking more than he'd ever really felt comfortable with and it likely wouldn't happen again any time soon. It's not like she could stop him from leaving, either. ]

You should get some rest.

[nyc-detective.livejournal.com]

You think you can just walk out after that?

[ Now he's really starting to piss her off. She folds her arms across her chest and takes a few steps closer to him. ]

Goddamn it, it's my dream and you owe me that much at least. Tell me what I did!

[wolfofmibu]

[ Saitou resists the urge to just swing open the door and be done with it, but still watches her approaching him warily.

And he's conflicted. He's not one for confessions. For letting things out into the open that had been buried for so long. Kiryu had gotten the annoying ability to make Saitou do so anyway, but that had taken months. With Elisa it had taken weeks.

For quite some time he's completely still, looking down and contemplating.

And then stepping forward.

And maybe another.

And enough to where he's as close as they were when she'd attempted to stand that first time--



... No words come. But he's gotten more used to the idea of resting his hand on her cheek, making her look at him. ... Were things like this always so difficult? Were they made to be this difficult?

... It's more silence on his part for some time, and his nerves are thrumming loudly in his ears, and he's praying she's still dismissing this as a dream before he presses his lips to the top of her head. ]

Go to sleep.

[ This is definitely one of those instances where he doesn't stay to find out how she'll interpret that, however, as most likely the next time Elisa blinks Saitou will be gone.


Maybe these days he was doing more than just avoiding arrest.

At least now he can have his cigarettes again. ]

[nyc-detective.livejournal.com]

[ Elisa had been transfixed when Saitou turned to her. She still stared up defiantly, but it was rapidly becoming an expression to mask her complete and utter confusion. But she doesn't back away, and she doesn't look away.

After all, she asked for this.

He's touching her cheek again and tilting her head upwards. For a man that avoided contact, he's done this with a surprising degree of frequency over the past two days. When did her heart start to speed up? Emotions and thoughts fire off before she even has a chance to register them.

When was the last time she felt this sense of anticipation? God, she wasn't fifteen anymore.

And then he kisses her.

It lasts all of a few seconds, but she closes her eyes and subconsciously leans into the gentle touch. She feels rather than hears his words, warm and damp on the top of her head.

When she opens her eyes again, he's gone. She's not surprised. All she can do to sit down heavily on her hospital bed, weak-kneed and confused. There's dizziness again, but Elisa's not sure how much of that was related to her injury.]

Oh, Elisa girl. What have you gotten yourself into now.

[ And horrible, fickle, guilty, guilty, guilty woman that she is, she can't bring herself to regret it.

It's her secret, and she's not going to share. If anyone asks, it was just a very strange dream. ]