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Title: Audience of One
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Persona 3, random pirate au
A/N: Don't ask and I won't tell. I blame Hermy and Styx on plurk.
Summary: Shinjiro wasn't sure why but things felt off.
It should have been a routine meeting or at least that’s what Sanada said. The captain wasn’t much of a liar-strange for a pirate but it was obvious that it was the truth. Nevertheless, Shinjiro was restless. Koromaru made him nervous-the dog had been with him enough to get a since of when they were being followed.
Shinjiro looked him over once more; ears slightly flattened, tail twitching, fur on the back rising slowly. Damn it. It wasn’t the best timing but Koromaru was a subtle dog, if there was ever one. If a person didn’t know all the colors of his moods then they were sunk; Shinjiro was the only one that was close to understanding the dog’s subtle signs. This one in particular was one that he knew well. He placed a hand on the dog’s head to show that he noticed. Koromaru bowed his head slightly-good.
He straightened again, looking around the room once more. The captain was talking to the Kijiro woman about his next voyage. Not a bad broad, that Kijiro-Shinjiro served a bit under her father before. Supposedly he was killed by a government soldier. ‘Supposedly’ being the key word-you couldn’t tell with these high and mighty people. It wasn’t his place to judge; a hired gun never could take the moral high ground.
“See, if you take this route you can make good time and get supplies.”
“You sure? I can stop by here…look.”
The two were talking over by the Kijiro woman’s desk, hovering over a map. Shinjiro didn’t pay much attention to the details. The captain kept him around as a body guard, not a soldier. Koromaru’s ears moved slightly and Shinjiro paused. An indistinct thump came from downstairs. It could have been nothing, a servant knocking over a vase or dropping a load. Yet…
He walked over to the captain and Kijiro. He kept his expression the same-it wouldn’t do to get upset, after all. Shinjiro drifted to stand between Kijiro and the door. It was just a guess, of course, but in a fight she would be the obvious first target.
Koromaru’s quiet growl was more of a sign than the door suddenly slamming open. Shinjiro threw his weight upon the Kijiro woman as soon as he heard that low growl. Kijiro gave way easily, due to surprise; he heard a sudden intake of breath as she hit the floor. She was about to say something-her mouth opening-as the thrown knife started borrowing itself in the tough muscle of his back.
Damn it, he hated when he was right.
Sanada was stunned, he fumbled for his weapon. “Takeba-!”
“I’m sorry, *Captain*,” the assailant said. Female? Most assassins were men; strange…Shinjiro shook his head again. Had to keep a clear head.
Kijiro was already was already trying to get up. That wouldn’t do, obvious target. He slammed his weight against her again-it left her dazed but at least Takeba would have to go through Shinjiro before getting to the heart of the Kijiro Empire.
Koromaru…he heard his growling once again. Shinjiro listened to a whimper (a knife gash to the shoulder?) then a scream from Takeba. The mutt must have tackled her and bit at her face or throat. Sanada fired off a shot and then cursed. He wasn’t the best of shots.
Shinjiro felt the darkness grabbing at the sides of his mind; he wouldn’t let a damn little knife beat him. Not now.
“The broad got me good, ma’am,” he said to the dazed woman beneath him. Then his complete weight fell on her as he succumbed to the darkness gnawing at his mind. Not dead, not yet.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Persona 3, random pirate au
A/N: Don't ask and I won't tell. I blame Hermy and Styx on plurk.
Summary: Shinjiro wasn't sure why but things felt off.
It should have been a routine meeting or at least that’s what Sanada said. The captain wasn’t much of a liar-strange for a pirate but it was obvious that it was the truth. Nevertheless, Shinjiro was restless. Koromaru made him nervous-the dog had been with him enough to get a since of when they were being followed.
Shinjiro looked him over once more; ears slightly flattened, tail twitching, fur on the back rising slowly. Damn it. It wasn’t the best timing but Koromaru was a subtle dog, if there was ever one. If a person didn’t know all the colors of his moods then they were sunk; Shinjiro was the only one that was close to understanding the dog’s subtle signs. This one in particular was one that he knew well. He placed a hand on the dog’s head to show that he noticed. Koromaru bowed his head slightly-good.
He straightened again, looking around the room once more. The captain was talking to the Kijiro woman about his next voyage. Not a bad broad, that Kijiro-Shinjiro served a bit under her father before. Supposedly he was killed by a government soldier. ‘Supposedly’ being the key word-you couldn’t tell with these high and mighty people. It wasn’t his place to judge; a hired gun never could take the moral high ground.
“See, if you take this route you can make good time and get supplies.”
“You sure? I can stop by here…look.”
The two were talking over by the Kijiro woman’s desk, hovering over a map. Shinjiro didn’t pay much attention to the details. The captain kept him around as a body guard, not a soldier. Koromaru’s ears moved slightly and Shinjiro paused. An indistinct thump came from downstairs. It could have been nothing, a servant knocking over a vase or dropping a load. Yet…
He walked over to the captain and Kijiro. He kept his expression the same-it wouldn’t do to get upset, after all. Shinjiro drifted to stand between Kijiro and the door. It was just a guess, of course, but in a fight she would be the obvious first target.
Koromaru’s quiet growl was more of a sign than the door suddenly slamming open. Shinjiro threw his weight upon the Kijiro woman as soon as he heard that low growl. Kijiro gave way easily, due to surprise; he heard a sudden intake of breath as she hit the floor. She was about to say something-her mouth opening-as the thrown knife started borrowing itself in the tough muscle of his back.
Damn it, he hated when he was right.
Sanada was stunned, he fumbled for his weapon. “Takeba-!”
“I’m sorry, *Captain*,” the assailant said. Female? Most assassins were men; strange…Shinjiro shook his head again. Had to keep a clear head.
Kijiro was already was already trying to get up. That wouldn’t do, obvious target. He slammed his weight against her again-it left her dazed but at least Takeba would have to go through Shinjiro before getting to the heart of the Kijiro Empire.
Koromaru…he heard his growling once again. Shinjiro listened to a whimper (a knife gash to the shoulder?) then a scream from Takeba. The mutt must have tackled her and bit at her face or throat. Sanada fired off a shot and then cursed. He wasn’t the best of shots.
Shinjiro felt the darkness grabbing at the sides of his mind; he wouldn’t let a damn little knife beat him. Not now.
“The broad got me good, ma’am,” he said to the dazed woman beneath him. Then his complete weight fell on her as he succumbed to the darkness gnawing at his mind. Not dead, not yet.