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gumi_reloadedDate: Tuesday, February 7, 2060
Time: Evening
Place: Hiko's apartment
Characters: Hiko, Kenshin's cell
Hiko listened to Kenshin's message again, trying to make out the last part. Something about birth and dying. Typical idiot-speak, he was fairly certain, and most likely completely unhelpful. He never would have thought it would be this easy. Leave it to that idiot to be such a complete idiot. Well, at least he had a number, now. Idiot.
He hadn't even had his phone handy Sunday night, opting to leave it up in the apartment while he threw downstairs. Of course it was terrible business to be unavailable, but Hiko didn't care. He had wanted to work on some new pieces and he certainly wasn't going to be bothered by people demanding things. So the phone had been abandoned. Good thing, too. One look at the call log, and Hiko would have been reaching through cell phone towers, just to get his hands around his baka deshi's neck. The number of times he'd called was absurd. If it hadn't been for that message, half of which was nearly incomprehensible, he would have thought some drug-addled fool was having a bit of fun. Or pocket-dialing. Repeatedly.
"Kenshin." Quietly said, but the name sent a stab through Hiko. His idiot. A number didn't offer much, and the voice on the message didn't exactly fill Hiko with hope. The fact that he'd called at all sent off warning bells somewhere in the back of the man's mind. He never would have made contact if something hadn't been wrong. Hiko just wasn't sure what. He'd heard about an awful lot of activity in the underground lately, particularly dealing with some sort of ghostly vigilante. He had no real way of knowing if that brat was even in the city. But if he was, it wouldn't suprise Hiko in the least if his idiot was going all righteous justice on percieved threats.
He tapped the screen of his phone, and scrolled back through the call log. There was only one way to find out what was going on. He tapped the green phone icon next to the number Kenshin had called from and waited. The call connected, and he listened as it began to ring.
Time: Evening
Place: Hiko's apartment
Characters: Hiko, Kenshin's cell
Hiko listened to Kenshin's message again, trying to make out the last part. Something about birth and dying. Typical idiot-speak, he was fairly certain, and most likely completely unhelpful. He never would have thought it would be this easy. Leave it to that idiot to be such a complete idiot. Well, at least he had a number, now. Idiot.
He hadn't even had his phone handy Sunday night, opting to leave it up in the apartment while he threw downstairs. Of course it was terrible business to be unavailable, but Hiko didn't care. He had wanted to work on some new pieces and he certainly wasn't going to be bothered by people demanding things. So the phone had been abandoned. Good thing, too. One look at the call log, and Hiko would have been reaching through cell phone towers, just to get his hands around his baka deshi's neck. The number of times he'd called was absurd. If it hadn't been for that message, half of which was nearly incomprehensible, he would have thought some drug-addled fool was having a bit of fun. Or pocket-dialing. Repeatedly.
"Kenshin." Quietly said, but the name sent a stab through Hiko. His idiot. A number didn't offer much, and the voice on the message didn't exactly fill Hiko with hope. The fact that he'd called at all sent off warning bells somewhere in the back of the man's mind. He never would have made contact if something hadn't been wrong. Hiko just wasn't sure what. He'd heard about an awful lot of activity in the underground lately, particularly dealing with some sort of ghostly vigilante. He had no real way of knowing if that brat was even in the city. But if he was, it wouldn't suprise Hiko in the least if his idiot was going all righteous justice on percieved threats.
He tapped the screen of his phone, and scrolled back through the call log. There was only one way to find out what was going on. He tapped the green phone icon next to the number Kenshin had called from and waited. The call connected, and he listened as it began to ring.
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Date: 2012-05-07 05:54 am (UTC)(Are you going to be a coward or are you going to tell him?)
No. He couldn't. He couldn't. Shishou. Shishou would--
(And don't you think you deserve whatever you have coming? This is the life you chose. These are the consequences)
He was the only family--
(You don't have family)
A hitokiri is a hitokiri until the day he dies.
I don't want the battousai, I want the wanderer...
Megumi's body blasted against the wall, blood splashing against the white.
How long can you hold onto your pathetic ideals?
[My brother is dead, you know]
I won't train you with eyes like that
What did you do?
You made the blood rain fall. You killed my sister!
(You leave me no other choice.)
A step behind him. Zori on gravel. In a second, Kitetsu was unsheathed and swinging through the empty space. No one was there. He was alone. He panted softly.
"A hitokiri," he told Shishou, croaky voiced, staring at Kitetsu's knicked blade in the lamp light. "Is a hitokiri." His voice cracked. "Someone died..." and she had. Even if she'd come back to life. "...because I was an idiot. Shishou...someone like me...shouldn't have survived."