Taken away...
"Perhaps it is better off this way." The tone was quiet, unassuming, but the intent was clear, and dark angry eyes met those softly unyielding grey ones. There was a warning, in that gaze, but it was just as gently ignored. "Interfering in other worlds is too much, Kunzite. We are grateful for the initial warning, but things have changed. You have changed, and we are worried. Even Master."
"It is not for you to decide how I protect our Master," came the answer, tone biting. "Do not think I do not know how you feel about the situation, or the words you exchange when you think I cannot hear, or discover. I will not hear them said to my face as well."
"You must be made to see the truth, she-"
"Get out. I won't let you slander the person who has helped me to protect our Master far more than any of the shitennou."
"Kunzite!"
There was a moment, where those same grey eyes became desperate, staring at the back that was now turned to him, the man that had once been his closest friend. He stood there for a lingering moment, until it became clear that he had been shut out completely, before he turned and made his way out the door and away. What was becoming more clear was that that person's interference was taking their leader farther, and farther away from them.
~*~*~*~
He's staring at the bared length of his sword, as if he expects to see something there. All he sees is his reflection. Although, on the surface, he seems serene with such, there is something agitated about his stance, about the way he thrusts the sword back into its sheathe, or perhaps the quick, small steps he takes as he paces back and forth, that signal that perhaps he was expecting to see far more on that blade.
"It is not for you to decide how I protect our Master," came the answer, tone biting. "Do not think I do not know how you feel about the situation, or the words you exchange when you think I cannot hear, or discover. I will not hear them said to my face as well."
"You must be made to see the truth, she-"
"Get out. I won't let you slander the person who has helped me to protect our Master far more than any of the shitennou."
"Kunzite!"
There was a moment, where those same grey eyes became desperate, staring at the back that was now turned to him, the man that had once been his closest friend. He stood there for a lingering moment, until it became clear that he had been shut out completely, before he turned and made his way out the door and away. What was becoming more clear was that that person's interference was taking their leader farther, and farther away from them.
~*~*~*~
He's staring at the bared length of his sword, as if he expects to see something there. All he sees is his reflection. Although, on the surface, he seems serene with such, there is something agitated about his stance, about the way he thrusts the sword back into its sheathe, or perhaps the quick, small steps he takes as he paces back and forth, that signal that perhaps he was expecting to see far more on that blade.