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[lying-obedience.livejournal.com]

When; Afternoon-ish, Early evening.
Rating; PG-13 [most likely]
Characters; Youko Kurama [banditfox] and Agatsuma Soubi [lying_obedience]
Summary; Takes place after a rather long conversation about nothing. Two "people" just trying to prove themselves. Ahem. Or something.
Status; On-going.
Log;


Wood. Rock.

Earth…

His senses seemed to attune themselves, burning like fire the moment he stepped outside.

Soubi, of course, didn’t pay any particular attention to it, having decided the balance was thrown off with his second recent arrival into the City. Finding Seimei in place of Ritsuka, others gone. Those he could have missed if given the chance… Heh. How ironic that nostalgia seemed to bite him when he’d long since cured himself of the matter. Sliding his hands into his pocket, an extracted cigarette made it to his mouth, lit and inhaled before he closed in on the forest’s edge with little else in mind.

The stories he’d heard didn’t insight fear. A Fighter like he had not the time to experience such an emotion: protect the Sacrifice at all costs, even with his life. Drilled repeatedly, sometimes with hands bound and on his knees.

But now wasn’t the time for that either.

Tossing the half-finished smoke rather nonchalantly at his feet, he crushed it as he moved on, blue eyes hungrily searching for the next player in his game. It was almost cliché how the blond found him standing, beneath a tree and the sun streaking patches across his skin. Soubi also smelled rain in the air too, the wind whipping at his clothes and the length of his hair. It would have been such a pleasant masterpiece, constructed by the hands he very well knew could create nothing as beautiful.

To be free…

He frowned, closing the distance with quick strides as he examined the other a little closely. Young, perhaps. But then again, he certainly had nothing against that.

“You’re here.” And gently, he smiled.