[Complete] Child!Wesker, Kurama
Who: Child!Wesker, Kurama
When: Fifteen minutes after this
Where: Shu-Ra's offices.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Injuries, blood.
Summary: Kurama's turn to -watch- Wesker.
The smell of burnt paper and wood still hovered in the office, the twisted remains of the door scattered around the floor. Kurama sighed, this was becoming more unpredictable than what he had wanted it to be. Now he would be alert for the rest of the night, knowing at any moment he could have a face off with Wesker. It made him uneasy, anxious, utmost awareness. Regardless the pressure applied on him, Kurama managed to maintain his calm, ignoring the previous events, the 'suspension', Maizuru's anger, Grantz, and what would happen in the next few days.
He had tended Axel's and his partner's small injuries, luckily for them, they had not touched Wesker's blood, a powerful T-virus vector. His hands protected in latex gloves as he placed a surgical mask on his face. His emerald eyes reflected in the mirror, tinged with guilt, exhaustion, mercy. He turned back and approached to the cell.
"Subject 63255," he greeted, announcing his presence as he entered.
When: Fifteen minutes after this
Where: Shu-Ra's offices.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Injuries, blood.
Summary: Kurama's turn to -watch- Wesker.
The smell of burnt paper and wood still hovered in the office, the twisted remains of the door scattered around the floor. Kurama sighed, this was becoming more unpredictable than what he had wanted it to be. Now he would be alert for the rest of the night, knowing at any moment he could have a face off with Wesker. It made him uneasy, anxious, utmost awareness. Regardless the pressure applied on him, Kurama managed to maintain his calm, ignoring the previous events, the 'suspension', Maizuru's anger, Grantz, and what would happen in the next few days.
He had tended Axel's and his partner's small injuries, luckily for them, they had not touched Wesker's blood, a powerful T-virus vector. His hands protected in latex gloves as he placed a surgical mask on his face. His emerald eyes reflected in the mirror, tinged with guilt, exhaustion, mercy. He turned back and approached to the cell.
"Subject 63255," he greeted, announcing his presence as he entered.