The phone went dead in Hiko's hand, underscoring the finality of Kenshin's words. So that was it. He was going to do as he pleased, without accepting help, without support, without anyone to check his reckless behavior. So be it. That damned, selfish fool. He slowly dropped the phone from his ear and stared at the red icon indicating an ended call. After a few seconds, the screen went black.
"Shit!" The phone creaked in his grip, and Hiko made a conscious effort to relax his hand. He touched the screen, found the call log, and redialed the number. Which went straight to voicemail. Unsurprised, Hiko ended the call. When Kenshin did something, he did it thoroughly.
Unable to sit still any longer, he got up and paced across the apartment to the kitchen, depositing the phone on the counter before getting the sake from the cabinet underneath. He poured a measure into a small cup and knocked it back, barely tasting it. Usually, he enjoyed savoring the flavor, but not right now. He just wanted to settle his roiling emotions, even though he knew this method would do little good.
Anger burned through him. At Kenshin for being an idiot, for risking himself for a task entirely too overwhelming for one person. At himself, for being unable to stop it. He needed to think, to plan how to figure this out. How to get back in touch with Kenshin, to at least keep tabs on what he was up to. As much as Hiko wanted to begin hunting the streets for him, what then? Kidnap him? Ground him? Hiko snorted. Even if he'd always be a scrawny red-haired boy in Hiko's mind, Kenshin was a grown man, and ultimately, there wasn't a thing he could do. There wasn't anything he could do but be there.
He took up the sake jug and his cup and headed back into the living room, sitting heavily in the chair. Damnit. What now?
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The phone went dead in Hiko's hand, underscoring the finality of Kenshin's words. So that was it. He was going to do as he pleased, without accepting help, without support, without anyone to check his reckless behavior. So be it. That damned, selfish fool. He slowly dropped the phone from his ear and stared at the red icon indicating an ended call. After a few seconds, the screen went black.
"Shit!" The phone creaked in his grip, and Hiko made a conscious effort to relax his hand. He touched the screen, found the call log, and redialed the number. Which went straight to voicemail. Unsurprised, Hiko ended the call. When Kenshin did something, he did it thoroughly.
Unable to sit still any longer, he got up and paced across the apartment to the kitchen, depositing the phone on the counter before getting the sake from the cabinet underneath. He poured a measure into a small cup and knocked it back, barely tasting it. Usually, he enjoyed savoring the flavor, but not right now. He just wanted to settle his roiling emotions, even though he knew this method would do little good.
Anger burned through him. At Kenshin for being an idiot, for risking himself for a task entirely too overwhelming for one person. At himself, for being unable to stop it. He needed to think, to plan how to figure this out. How to get back in touch with Kenshin, to at least keep tabs on what he was up to. As much as Hiko wanted to begin hunting the streets for him, what then? Kidnap him? Ground him? Hiko snorted. Even if he'd always be a scrawny red-haired boy in Hiko's mind, Kenshin was a grown man, and ultimately, there wasn't a thing he could do. There wasn't anything he could do but be there.
He took up the sake jug and his cup and headed back into the living room, sitting heavily in the chair. Damnit. What now?