Ken → 012
Who: 1thingincommon, redabyssinian and 1blackcat.
Where: Opening in Ken's apartment, Zephry Pointe Apartment Complex.
Style: Starting in third; you guys choose for tags.
Status: Closed.
Notes: Takes places after this phone call.
-- and Ken throws the Dreamberry at the wall because seriously, to Hell with that thing!
He's angry. So angry he's shaking and can't even think past it, so angry he's feeling rather ill with it. Ken knows what it is to lose his temper but even for him this is something strange. He doesn't think he has ever, ever been so angry.
Muraki. Bastard, he's thinking, that sick bastard-- it doesn't feel like enough. The word's not strong enough for what he feels for the man, it's just - it's pathetic, it's not enough. He wishes he had something else to throw, something big and heavy. He wishes that Muraki was right here so he could break the... break his neck. (There's still no word for what this man is, for how much Ken hates him.) You already tried that, something small and rational points out, quite calmly, and you couldn't do it last time--Ken doesn't care. He can hardly even hear that little logical voice over the howling of his fury. He kicks the door, he runs for his shoes. His foot's hurting and he doesn't care. At least this time he got to keep his weapons...
All those people. He feels sick, nauseated by his own rage and (why not admit it?) and by his guilt. Bending to lace his trainers, Ken claps one hand over his mouth for a moment; momentarily, he wonders if he's going to throw up. If he'd just said something, if he'd only remembered... why the Hell hadn't he said something? If he had, maybe the others--maybe Aya and Omi would never have-- The shoelace breaks in his hand and he curses. Ties the broken ends together with shaking hands and why, oh why should it take so long to tie a stupid knot?
Aya. Omi. All those people.
Ken just about remembers to grab his weapons before running for the door, slamming it shut behind him and who cares if it wakes half the rest of the building? You're a dead man, Muraki: that's a promise.
Where: Opening in Ken's apartment, Zephry Pointe Apartment Complex.
Style: Starting in third; you guys choose for tags.
Status: Closed.
Notes: Takes places after this phone call.
-- and Ken throws the Dreamberry at the wall because seriously, to Hell with that thing!
He's angry. So angry he's shaking and can't even think past it, so angry he's feeling rather ill with it. Ken knows what it is to lose his temper but even for him this is something strange. He doesn't think he has ever, ever been so angry.
Muraki. Bastard, he's thinking, that sick bastard-- it doesn't feel like enough. The word's not strong enough for what he feels for the man, it's just - it's pathetic, it's not enough. He wishes he had something else to throw, something big and heavy. He wishes that Muraki was right here so he could break the... break his neck. (There's still no word for what this man is, for how much Ken hates him.) You already tried that, something small and rational points out, quite calmly, and you couldn't do it last time--Ken doesn't care. He can hardly even hear that little logical voice over the howling of his fury. He kicks the door, he runs for his shoes. His foot's hurting and he doesn't care. At least this time he got to keep his weapons...
All those people. He feels sick, nauseated by his own rage and (why not admit it?) and by his guilt. Bending to lace his trainers, Ken claps one hand over his mouth for a moment; momentarily, he wonders if he's going to throw up. If he'd just said something, if he'd only remembered... why the Hell hadn't he said something? If he had, maybe the others--maybe Aya and Omi would never have-- The shoelace breaks in his hand and he curses. Ties the broken ends together with shaking hands and why, oh why should it take so long to tie a stupid knot?
Aya. Omi. All those people.
Ken just about remembers to grab his weapons before running for the door, slamming it shut behind him and who cares if it wakes half the rest of the building? You're a dead man, Muraki: that's a promise.