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tampered2006-07-19 08:41 am
black-ginryuu.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2006-07-19 08:41 am
log; Incomplete
When; back during bad-mirror day a week ago? (totally my fault)
Rating; PG+ for Kuro-muu's bad language
Characters; Kurogane [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
black_ginryuu] and Ranmaru [elegantorchid] plus anyone from Tsubasa who wants to stop in.
Summary; Kurogane doesn't like to see other people depressed, so he does something about it: steals the sake from the black Mokona.
Log;
It was quiet in the apartment, aside from the occasional echoing crash around the rest of the building. Clearly, it was not only him who was dealing with seeing things in the mirrors. As he had attested to moments before on his journal, he had long ago gotten over his parent's death, the pain hadn't sent him into a huddling mass of despair for a long, long time. All he could remember from those dark days on the battlefield afterwards was a surreal numbness. Aparently, his nickname of "the demon" had started then.
But it was all in the past, and the past was gone. Leaning back in his chair at the kitchen table, he stared at the lightbulb for a moment and there was a flash of a sword slicing through space and time to cut through his mother. He blinked, and it was gone. With a sigh, he got up to check on the sake, one of the few bottles he had stolen from the stupid black bun. It was hard to warm it without the usual ceramic bottle and a fire, but he was making do with a pot of hot water and the glass.
Ranmaru would be here soon. Hopefully he didn't mind alcohol.
Rating; PG+ for Kuro-muu's bad language
Characters; Kurogane [
black_ginryuu] and Ranmaru [elegantorchid] plus anyone from Tsubasa who wants to stop in.Summary; Kurogane doesn't like to see other people depressed, so he does something about it: steals the sake from the black Mokona.
Log;
It was quiet in the apartment, aside from the occasional echoing crash around the rest of the building. Clearly, it was not only him who was dealing with seeing things in the mirrors. As he had attested to moments before on his journal, he had long ago gotten over his parent's death, the pain hadn't sent him into a huddling mass of despair for a long, long time. All he could remember from those dark days on the battlefield afterwards was a surreal numbness. Aparently, his nickname of "the demon" had started then.
But it was all in the past, and the past was gone. Leaning back in his chair at the kitchen table, he stared at the lightbulb for a moment and there was a flash of a sword slicing through space and time to cut through his mother. He blinked, and it was gone. With a sigh, he got up to check on the sake, one of the few bottles he had stolen from the stupid black bun. It was hard to warm it without the usual ceramic bottle and a fire, but he was making do with a pot of hot water and the glass.
Ranmaru would be here soon. Hopefully he didn't mind alcohol.