Hiko stepped closer, eyes narrowing as the boy took a step back, colored at his comment. Such anger, such strength, sent out to perform a job that no one should have to do, and this little boy…was still a little boy. The child was tiny, all scrawny limbs and messy red hair. If he wanted, Hiko could snap him like a twig. A very cynical part of him suggested that might be the kindest thing to do, and for a moment, Hiko wanted to listen.
As quickly as it came, he dismissed the notion. No. This boy… This boy needed protection. For as long as Hiko could provide it. He had…always…needed protection. Hadn't he?
His anger simmered just below the surface, colored even darker by confusion. As the woman spoke, as the child startled and dropped his weapon, Hiko turned his glare on her, unreasonably angry that she had taken part in this. Just like he was taking part in this. He blinked, and groped for some kind of calm. They were both guilty, and this woman didn't deserve his anger. Smoothing his features into blankness, he nodded to the woman. "Be safe." With that, he dismissed her and turned his attention back to the boy as he fumbled with the dagger.
"Sorry."
Hiko shook his head, uncertain if the child was apologizing for dropping the dagger or throwing a temper tantrum. It didn't matter, either way. "You should put that away," he said, gesturing toward the weapon clutched in two very small hands. "You won't be needing it for a while." Anger surged again as Hiko reminded himself that the kid would need it eventually. He took a deep breath, searching for calm once again, and instead found a sense of resignation. It would have to do.
"Come on, kid. We need to get going." Hiko began to walk, expecting Shintaro to follow, and led them down an alley to a dusty, unremarkable car. He unlocked the doors and looked at the boy expectantly as he opened his own door to get in.
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Date: 2012-05-14 06:17 pm (UTC)As quickly as it came, he dismissed the notion. No. This boy… This boy needed protection. For as long as Hiko could provide it. He had…always…needed protection. Hadn't he?
His anger simmered just below the surface, colored even darker by confusion. As the woman spoke, as the child startled and dropped his weapon, Hiko turned his glare on her, unreasonably angry that she had taken part in this. Just like he was taking part in this. He blinked, and groped for some kind of calm. They were both guilty, and this woman didn't deserve his anger. Smoothing his features into blankness, he nodded to the woman. "Be safe." With that, he dismissed her and turned his attention back to the boy as he fumbled with the dagger.
"Sorry."
Hiko shook his head, uncertain if the child was apologizing for dropping the dagger or throwing a temper tantrum. It didn't matter, either way. "You should put that away," he said, gesturing toward the weapon clutched in two very small hands. "You won't be needing it for a while." Anger surged again as Hiko reminded himself that the kid would need it eventually. He took a deep breath, searching for calm once again, and instead found a sense of resignation. It would have to do.
"Come on, kid. We need to get going." Hiko began to walk, expecting Shintaro to follow, and led them down an alley to a dusty, unremarkable car. He unlocked the doors and looked at the boy expectantly as he opened his own door to get in.