TP5: Kippei and Shinji

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Kippei spent a couple of long days checking on all the evacuees who might be his responsibility, attempting to determine that all of them had in fact, gotten out, and stubbornly refusing to allow himself to check on the whereabouts of Ibu Shinji until every other Fudomine resident who might have been affected by the order had been accounted for.

When he finally allowed himself to look, he realized that he really had no idea where Shinji might be found, whether he had been involved in trying to fix the problem or possibly been hurt when the breach itself had been discovered. Kippei had no idea, though he suspected that even if Shinji had been hurt he would still be in there helping to fix it or clean up or whatever else needed doing.

All that area was quarantined, however, and even ambassadors were not being allowed inside. At this point, Kippei did not care--after finding that no one he asked knew where Shinji was or how he was or had a contact number for him, and having ascertained that he was at least, not in medlab, Kippei reminded himself that Sada would need to know exactly what happened to her brother--never mind what he himself wanted, since that, he felt, was irrelevant.

Only mechanics and engineers and station security were being allowed into Grey and Brown sectors at the moment, which meant only their clearances were working on the access points. Kippei found a low-ranking member of security who probably would not be missed too soon, knocked him out from behind and searched his pockets. Unethical, illegal, and possibly stupid, but oh well. He wrapped a hooded cloak around himself in vague disguise, and headed into Grey to look for Shinji.

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Kippei grimaced, having forgotten something so basic was a sure sign of how off balance he was at the moment. But he went to get Shinji some water without comment, setting it on the table and then taking a seat as well, telling himself sternly to wait to start patching him up until he was done eating. He felt rather obscurely angry with himself, not wanting to care or knowing why he did, but the visible injuries bothered him and he wanted to do something about it.

But he waited, letting Shinji finish eating before he came back around the table and handed Shinji some painkillers to take with his water, then set to work with burn cream, bandages and some probably rather unnecessary dashes of antiseptic, his movements quick and efficient as he made sure that Shinji was patched up to his satisfaction. He still didn't know why he cared, and had stopped thinking about it by the time he was done, so much so that he reached without thinking to brush Shinji's hair out of his eyes with an absent but almost caressing hand when he had finished. Belatedly he realized what he'd done, and cursed himself for ten kinds of a fool as he packed up the medkit again and put it away, absolutely avoiding looking at Shinji or talking to him. Damn the man.