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[log; in progress]
When; After this
Rating; [tentative] PG-13 for violence
Characters; Tsuzuki Asato![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cinnagami and Sakurazuka Seishiro sakurazuka_san
Summary; Seishiro's second duel and Tsuzuki's first; in this corner is the black-suited onmyoji assassin and in that corner is the black-suited onmyoji god of death. Who will prevail...?
Log; Dirt crunched under Tsuzuki's shoes. The sun was in his eyes; he squinted, looking across the arena. His mouth was dry and his mind in turmoil. How had the other man learned what he was? Had they been enemies during one of the visits he couldn't remember? Or had he gotten his knowledge some other way... such as, for instance, from a certain silver-haired doctor.
He slipped his hands into his coat pockets, fingers sliding along the edges of the ofuda there. Counting them, readying them for swift reaction, he remained otherwise still. His opponent was unknown, and Tsuzuki was too experienced to make the mistake of assaulting an enigma. He had a shield ready should he require it;
In his focus, he hardly noticed his confused emotions souring into something darker. All he knew, as he prepared for battle, was that his revulsion towards violence had faded into a desire for it.
He wanted to see blood.
Rating; [tentative] PG-13 for violence
Characters; Tsuzuki Asato
cinnagami and Sakurazuka Seishiro sakurazuka_sanSummary; Seishiro's second duel and Tsuzuki's first; in this corner is the black-suited onmyoji assassin and in that corner is the black-suited onmyoji god of death. Who will prevail...?
Log; Dirt crunched under Tsuzuki's shoes. The sun was in his eyes; he squinted, looking across the arena. His mouth was dry and his mind in turmoil. How had the other man learned what he was? Had they been enemies during one of the visits he couldn't remember? Or had he gotten his knowledge some other way... such as, for instance, from a certain silver-haired doctor.
He slipped his hands into his coat pockets, fingers sliding along the edges of the ofuda there. Counting them, readying them for swift reaction, he remained otherwise still. His opponent was unknown, and Tsuzuki was too experienced to make the mistake of assaulting an enigma. He had a shield ready should he require it;
In his focus, he hardly noticed his confused emotions souring into something darker. All he knew, as he prepared for battle, was that his revulsion towards violence had faded into a desire for it.
He wanted to see blood.