The man was angry, too. Shintaro could feel it. It was rough and heavy, but it meant nothing. Everyone was angry or afraid. Everyone but Takani. He was the one that made people like this. He was the one who had all the strings in his hands when he pulled people's hearts jumped. And right now the string was pulling so hard it was all Shintaro could feel. Couldn't help but remember the frightened faces he'd left, the voices, Guang, so angry he couldn't even make sense, wanting to tear at anything, voice gone from screaming, just because Takani wanted to experiment.
It made him want to kill something.
"Quit showing off. We're late," the man said, cutting through the white hot feeling and bringing heat to Shintaro's face. He took a little step back as the man came closer. There wasn't a katana at his side but that didn't seem to matter. He wanted to say he wasn't showing off, but maybe he had been if only to this man.
This man... It was...like...
"I'll leave him in your care," said the woman and Shintaro startled, dropping the dagger in surprise. He had forgotten she was there. He was surprised to even see her alive. But...why did he think she would not be? His anger couldn't really cut people. The man was right here now and the dagger was on the ground. Shintaro picked it up with both hands, feeling like a small awkward bird about to fall out of the nest. He swallowed thickly and looked up (and up and up!) at the man whose head brushed the underside of the thick hazy clouds and then looked down, his heart pulling in a different direction.
"Sorry," he murmured. Because this man hadn't even done anything to him. Because this wasn't who he should be.An assassin has no right to look at their betters with such defiant eyes, wasn't that what Takani had always told him? Though he would always glare at Takani, this man was just on a string like all of them, caught like they were in a spider's nest, and didn't deserve to be glared at.
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It made him want to kill something.
"Quit showing off. We're late," the man said, cutting through the white hot feeling and bringing heat to Shintaro's face. He took a little step back as the man came closer. There wasn't a katana at his side but that didn't seem to matter. He wanted to say he wasn't showing off, but maybe he had been if only to this man.
This man... It was...like...
"I'll leave him in your care," said the woman and Shintaro startled, dropping the dagger in surprise. He had forgotten she was there. He was surprised to even see her alive. But...why did he think she would not be? His anger couldn't really cut people. The man was right here now and the dagger was on the ground. Shintaro picked it up with both hands, feeling like a small awkward bird about to fall out of the nest. He swallowed thickly and looked up (and up and up!) at the man whose head brushed the underside of the thick hazy clouds and then looked down, his heart pulling in a different direction.
"Sorry," he murmured. Because this man hadn't even done anything to him. Because this wasn't who he should be.An assassin has no right to look at their betters with such defiant eyes, wasn't that what Takani had always told him? Though he would always glare at Takani, this man was just on a string like all of them, caught like they were in a spider's nest, and didn't deserve to be glared at.