The assassin was exceptionally small. Hiko briefly entertained the notion that it was distance making the figure so tiny, but a few meters weren't going to make that kind of difference. He stared hard, assessing the slight build, the lack of height. For a moment, he desperately hoped he was wrong, that this was just some kid from the village on an errand.
That glare. That ki. Hiko blinked in surprise as he felt a wave of anger that certainly wasn't his own wash over him. Not his own, but familiar all the same. This kid was strong. He watched, both horrified and fascinated as leaves swirled around the little boy. So strong. What a goddamned waste.
A child. The government had sent him a child to escort to an assassination. Petty irritation over a lost hour was burned away in an instant by utter, complete rage. It was one thing to invite grown men into an experiment. He was capable of making an informed decision. A child? One so young couldn't hope to understand the implications of entering into such a program. He hadn't even understood the implications, not really. Not with the lack of information. He was fairly certain no one had known how it would turn out. He hoped not, at least. That hope, that he and his comrades hadn't been lured in like lambs to slaughter by a group who knew exactly what would happen kept him sane.
That hope died as he stared at the angry little boy approaching him. The scientists might have been ignorant of the consequences when he signed up for the program, but they knew now. Everyone involved knew. To use children… It was an atrocity Hiko could barely comprehend.
His voice rougher than he'd intended, Hiko called across the short distance, "Oi, you Shintaro?"
He watched a moment longer as the leaves swirled, pointedly ignoring the sheathed dagger in the kid's hand. The idiot didn't even have the sense to hide it. On what planet was using children a good idea? This one was all impulse and no common sense. "Quit showing off. We're late." Hiko closed the distance between them, intending to lead him to the car parked around the corner.
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Date: 2012-05-09 04:02 am (UTC)That glare. That ki. Hiko blinked in surprise as he felt a wave of anger that certainly wasn't his own wash over him. Not his own, but familiar all the same. This kid was strong. He watched, both horrified and fascinated as leaves swirled around the little boy. So strong. What a goddamned waste.
A child. The government had sent him a child to escort to an assassination. Petty irritation over a lost hour was burned away in an instant by utter, complete rage. It was one thing to invite grown men into an experiment. He was capable of making an informed decision. A child? One so young couldn't hope to understand the implications of entering into such a program. He hadn't even understood the implications, not really. Not with the lack of information. He was fairly certain no one had known how it would turn out. He hoped not, at least. That hope, that he and his comrades hadn't been lured in like lambs to slaughter by a group who knew exactly what would happen kept him sane.
That hope died as he stared at the angry little boy approaching him. The scientists might have been ignorant of the consequences when he signed up for the program, but they knew now. Everyone involved knew. To use children… It was an atrocity Hiko could barely comprehend.
His voice rougher than he'd intended, Hiko called across the short distance, "Oi, you Shintaro?"
He watched a moment longer as the leaves swirled, pointedly ignoring the sheathed dagger in the kid's hand. The idiot didn't even have the sense to hide it. On what planet was using children a good idea? This one was all impulse and no common sense. "Quit showing off. We're late." Hiko closed the distance between them, intending to lead him to the car parked around the corner.