“did you hear what the flower is like? it just sounds like a drug,” he complains bluntly. he’s aware that he’s just being dramatic, but shiro is used to hearing him whine like this by now and when they’re alone, the petulance tends to just jump out. he can’t help it. “we’re basically being drug runners, shiro. happy vacation!”
“i should’ve stayed back,” he mutters to himself, holding back the desire to scoff once they reach the end of the tunnel and the opening for the meadow is in sight. sure, the school probably had good intentions when it comes to a trip that oozes team-building exercises and getting to know your other classmates on a more personal level (if that’s even possible, truly). however, this wasn’t for him — what importance do these little tasks have for someone who plans out his interactions with his peers, extroverted with a smile practically carved onto his face most days, hidden under his blankets, sick from the feeling of eyes on him on others.
but shiro’s almost never one to pass up on a chance to represent his house — slytherin and proud is the constant jumble of words that pass through his lips on game days, to anyone that’ll listen. it’s no secret, the pride he holds for his fellow snakes, wearing the green like a second skin. if a trip into some fog with the mild chance of regret will get them some point, then who is he to say no?
( of course he’ll regret this. )
also, there’s the fact he’s felt he and ichigo haven’t spent much time together lately. even though it’s a thought more so at home on the false side of things, seishirou does miss the one close friend he has made throughout his time here, the closest he’s gone to letting someone in, even though it pains him to admit it. which is why he chuckles at the other’s antics, bringing up an arm to settle around ichigo’s neck. “someone once told me i’d resort to selling drugs in order to make a living since i’d fail in all other aspects of my life. this pales in comparison.”
there’s a hint of amusement in the corners of his mouth as he widens his grin, pulling ichigo closer to him just the slightest, into a half hug of a sorts. “lighten up, gogo. let’s find that flower and get the bloody hell out of here. just keep your eye on the prize — in this case, the prize being all those house points we’ll score. slytherin’s gotta get on top for our final year.”
and then settles in the fog.
he almost doesn’t notice it, caught up in the conversation before he’s trailing off. keep moving, his mind supplies and he pulls his arm away from ichigo now, motioning at him to follow and they walk through. he recalls the warnings they’d been given before entering and perhaps a little too late, shiro comes to the dreadful conclusion that perhaps having ichigo there with him wasn’t the brightest idea in the book.
you deserve it all. he pauses in his spot. he should’ve expected it, and in the last moment, he supposes he kind of did, hair standing erect at the back of his neck. he turns to see a reflection of himself stare back at him, armed with a cheshire grin. anger, bitter child. how does it feel to be all alone?
ah ah, don’t argue with me, even ichigo will grow tired one day, leave you like your parents did. haha, oh man, ‘leave you like your parents did’, has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? imagine it! another violent end for someone so close to your heart — will his blood stain your hands? ahh, like i said, you deserve it. we deserve it.
