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C R I M I N A L XIII. Playground

    "Aim, for the ssoft partsss, (Name). The eyess, or sstomach."

Your fists clenched, your teeth gritted together and your eyes were tightly shut. 

Shut up shut up shut up shut up! 

That chaotic essence within you seemed to be more lively ever since your fight with the Silver Lobo. They wouldn't stay quiet.

You woke to the heavy smell of antiseptic, cleanliness, potions and other medicines. The general hospital scent that you loathed, all because it brought back those dreadful memories... 

Your eyes groggily caught sight of a pair of low hanging curly red pigtails. 

The girl hummed quietly to herself as she made work with some sort of concoction on the counter, not aware that you had awoken. 

That was dangerous. She left herself out in the open and so defenceless.

You sighed through your nose and sat up with a lot of effort, pain rocketing through your side and shoulder and other various places on your body. 

"Ah, thank goodness you're awake! I thought it would be at least a few more days that you would be out." She chimed, turning to glance at you. "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit." You put it bluntly, causing the girl's smile to fall slightly immediately showing you she didn't take too kindly to foul language. Obviously you weren't going to let on about the previous battle that had occurred inside your head while you had been unconscious. Not that this seemingly sweet girl would believe it, and would probably freak and call security. 

"My name's Vanille. I've been assigned to care for you and make sure you were well enough to go back to your cell once you woke up. Nice to meet you!" She grinned.

This girl was way too kind and happy to be working in a prison. Especially the one you were currently in. 

"(Y/n). And I feel fine, I can leave." 

"Ah ah ah! I'm not finished redressing your wounds. Give me a sec." You sighed and allowed the sweet girl to undo your bandages and clean the fresh scabs and clotted blood. 

"Um, if you don't mind me asking you, do you by any chance share a cell with a woman named Fang?" Vanille asked timidly, shifting back and forth on her feet once she had finished.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" You questioned. 

"Your number is 472. The Moogle told me your details. Your cell should be 47 in Wing A, and Fang should be in that same cell." You glanced at the moogle hovering around the shelves and cupboards sorting things in place and taking out of date items away. Did they use the moogles for storing information on the inmates? If so, that information was very valuable to you, something that Vanille shouldn't have let you in on.  However threatening moogles to give you info didn't seem like something you would take much pleasure in. 

"Why?" You asked, curious as to why she was asking after Fang. She stiffened, wandering whether or not to reply.

"Um, n-no reason." Vanille stuttered.

"You're worried about her, aren't you?" You figured it out for yourself. Her eyes widened at your remark. You offered her a small smile. "She's doing fine. No need to worry." 

She sighed slightly in relief, and turned to finish making a potion on the worktop. 

"...what happened? Did you see what happened when I blacked out?" You managed to ask, head still pounding from your previous fight. Your gaze rose up to stare at Vanille's back.