[locked against nobodys_son, for all the good it might do me]
::Aya's sitting on an old chair, his eyes dark and a little too wide.::
I did something very risky today. I didn't kill someone.
Kaz... Kaz figured out who I am, though not what I do. Yet? He put together my family name, my single brief mention of being in a building collapse, and my general air of not talking much about my past; researched; and hit the jackpot on my family tragedy. My damned distinctive hair color too.... He figures that me walking around when Fujimiya Ran is dead means that I just faked my death and changed my name a little.
Which he's cool with, though he wishes I'd told him. He thinks it's so fucking cool that I'm legally dead and have all these scars.
Meanwhile, I'm standing there thinking, "Fucking hell, I am going to have to kill you because if Kritiker does it they'll hurt you much worse first, and I don't want to...." To my surprise, despite my stunned horror and general temperament, my mouth managed to shout something about hating him going behind my back and digging into my past and my legs carried me out of there in a loud huff. All a possible normal person's reaction.
I can't see him stopping. I can see him uncovering everything through sheer stupid tenacity. He doesn't know where I live or work but it wouldn't take him long to find out, not with his skills. He's going to get killed. He's going to force me to kill him....
Fuck, how long will it take Omi to--
I should never have started this. If I'd thought ahead at all I would have realized that something like this would happen eventually. I was greedy and naive.
I did something very risky today. I didn't kill someone.
Kaz... Kaz figured out who I am, though not what I do. Yet? He put together my family name, my single brief mention of being in a building collapse, and my general air of not talking much about my past; researched; and hit the jackpot on my family tragedy. My damned distinctive hair color too.... He figures that me walking around when Fujimiya Ran is dead means that I just faked my death and changed my name a little.
Which he's cool with, though he wishes I'd told him. He thinks it's so fucking cool that I'm legally dead and have all these scars.
Meanwhile, I'm standing there thinking, "Fucking hell, I am going to have to kill you because if Kritiker does it they'll hurt you much worse first, and I don't want to...." To my surprise, despite my stunned horror and general temperament, my mouth managed to shout something about hating him going behind my back and digging into my past and my legs carried me out of there in a loud huff. All a possible normal person's reaction.
I can't see him stopping. I can see him uncovering everything through sheer stupid tenacity. He doesn't know where I live or work but it wouldn't take him long to find out, not with his skills. He's going to get killed. He's going to force me to kill him....
Fuck, how long will it take Omi to--
I should never have started this. If I'd thought ahead at all I would have realized that something like this would happen eventually. I was greedy and naive.