Deals with the devil
Who: Miharu, Madara, and Yoite That can be posting order, too.
When: Backdated to Saturday afternoon/ eveningish.
Where: Westminster Abbey
Summary: Miharu didn't ask many questions, but Madara claims to be able to help him with his dilemma involving Kinjutsu. He's invited the shinobi to talk with him about it somewhere private.
Rating: PG for now
Warnings: Possibly disturbing concepts, angst, and general creep-factor. o.o
Waiting was easy for Miharu. Now that they were in this strange place, it seemed that they had more time in general. And for the young shinobi...This wasn't any different compared to the way he'd handled things in his home world. Everyone thought that what he was doing was dangerous and insane, he was pretty sure. It was. There wasn't any question about that. But he had walked into what had once been the enemy's hands; sold out his own village- and all to achieve Yoite's wish. Miharu barely regretted it. He was shrewd for a child, and knew how to get what he wanted even at others' expense. He felt a little sad for the friends he'd left behind, but he planned on making it worth it.
There was only one option, if he wanted to remain sane: Yoite's erasure. If he didn't erase him as though he'd never existed, then he would never be able to live on once the boy's Kira killed him. He remembered Yoite's last moments, even though he himself did not. And the memories chilled him to the bone. Yoite was another Miharu. Another him. And to lose his 'twin' now might be too much.
He leaned on the doorframe, green eyes wary as he waited for the stranger to come.
When: Backdated to Saturday afternoon/ eveningish.
Where: Westminster Abbey
Summary: Miharu didn't ask many questions, but Madara claims to be able to help him with his dilemma involving Kinjutsu. He's invited the shinobi to talk with him about it somewhere private.
Rating: PG for now
Warnings: Possibly disturbing concepts, angst, and general creep-factor. o.o
Waiting was easy for Miharu. Now that they were in this strange place, it seemed that they had more time in general. And for the young shinobi...This wasn't any different compared to the way he'd handled things in his home world. Everyone thought that what he was doing was dangerous and insane, he was pretty sure. It was. There wasn't any question about that. But he had walked into what had once been the enemy's hands; sold out his own village- and all to achieve Yoite's wish. Miharu barely regretted it. He was shrewd for a child, and knew how to get what he wanted even at others' expense. He felt a little sad for the friends he'd left behind, but he planned on making it worth it.
There was only one option, if he wanted to remain sane: Yoite's erasure. If he didn't erase him as though he'd never existed, then he would never be able to live on once the boy's Kira killed him. He remembered Yoite's last moments, even though he himself did not. And the memories chilled him to the bone. Yoite was another Miharu. Another him. And to lose his 'twin' now might be too much.
He leaned on the doorframe, green eyes wary as he waited for the stranger to come.