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A Siberian cat, a Siberian guy and a Siberian Husky
I saw the world from the stars’ point of view, and it looked unbearably lonely.
Shaun David Hutchinson, We Are the Ants (via wordsnquotes)
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“Why would you be sorry?” There was a indignant note to the question that Shun couldn’t even suppress, but the pause that ensued made clear he regretted his tone. “Ah, sorry… Again. Just, uh. Just let me…”
As careful as possible, he placed the gauze over Hyoga’s swollen eye, before gently applying a little pressure with the ice bag. For a moment, he worried about hurting or even burning the already sore skin, but the mere thought of hurting Hyoga, of all people, with ice actually drew a quiet chuckle from his chest.
There was nothing funny, however, about seeing that face ruined like that – especially when it was because of him.
“… I should have talked to him, I guess. Beforehand.”
As still as he could be, Hyoga let Shun clean his bruise and take care of him. It was strange that sensation, abeit he felt a huge pain in his face, the soft touches of Shun’s careful fingers felt good on his heated skin.
“How could you know he would react like this? Besides... he is your brother, I kind of understand his worries about you, he just...” With a loud sigh, Hyoga caught Shun’s hand between his. “I would never hurt you. You know it, don’t you? And I am sorry, yes, for making things between you two more difficult.”
"Hey..." Shun barely had it in him to approach Hyoga at that point – and still, he had to. It was his fault, after all, and therefore the very least he could do was to tend to his friend's injuries. Ice bag and gauze in hand, though, he couldn't even face the blonde properly; even his voice faltered. "I'm... I'm so sorry. Thought you could, uh. You know. Use some help."
“Why are you saying you’re sorry, Зайка?” He followed the sounds of Shun’s steps and his voice, for he wasn’t really seeing anything with his only good eye swollen purple. Still, even if he couldn’t see the other face he knew exactly which expression Shun might be wearing that moment: guilty and shame and regret.
“It’s not your fault. You did nothing wrong.” He reached forward with his hand, trying to see anything through his eye but that small sliver of icy blue among all the purple and red wasn’t really enough to see. “I am sorry.”
Do it Hyoga, do i t
“Huh?”
“I don’t mind his choice, not at all. Are you so terrified of me you thought I was here to kill you? What a punch through the armor does to a man.” Ikki cracked his neck one time, a malicious smirk playing on his features. Hyoga’s endless words about caring and not fighting back were quite the annoyance, even more than his final provocation. Why was everyone backing off before even being touched by him?
“Please, Shun isn’t made of paper. He’ll survive watching you being punched once or twice, mama’s boy. And this is just a sample of what I’ll do if you even think about screwing him over.” Without a second word, Ikki hit a perfect punch on Cygnus’ right cheek, burning Cosmo pushing his knuckles deep into his cold skin, his own wrist cracking loudly with the impact. It wasn’t enough to knock him out, only to see blood flowing.
A simple warning.
Maybe he had too much faith in the other Saint, but he wasn’t expecting that punch fuelled by all the anger burning in the Phoenix’ Cosmos. It hit right on his cheek and Hyoga could hear and could feel his own bones cracking under Ikki’s knuckles. The pain was not a novelty, he was used to being beaten, he was a Saint after all, but the stupidity of the gesture seemed to put him in a stupor for a few seconds, trying to process if Ikki had really punched him in the face that way.
He could also feel the warmth of his blood, dripping through his cheek as he pushed away that hand covered in his own blood from his face, not without some harshness. Hyoga was truly pissed, it was burning in his Cosmos, making his pale skin bright red with his anger, the will to punch back singing in his veins, but he was not going to fight Ikki that night. He was not that stupid.
“Are you satisfied now?” His voice was marred and laced with pain and by the fact he just had his cheekbones cracked, the mere act of speaking hurt. “Do you want me to clap for you or something? Поздравления!” He didn’t clap, though, but tried to stop the blood by pressing his hand to it. “You’re so worried with me trying to screw your brother over, as you say, but what do you know about it? You still see Shun as a child you have to coe and cover up for, but he’s so much more than that. He’s stronger than me and he’s stronger than you, and you’re not doing him any favors this way. You’re just saying you don’t think he is capable of protecting himself.”
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“His disappointment won’t turn your face into a burned mass of meat, but I will. Besides.” Ikki crossed his arms, that sharp look in his eyes not disappearing for a second. How dangerous it was for him to desire violence again, that craving to hurt. He left much of all that behind, and still.
“I’m not doing this just because of him. I never liked your face much, tonight I found another motive to bleed it. You said it yourself, you aren’t worried about it.”
“– But after this nice talk, we’ll see if you’ll try to act cute again when I’m not around.”
“I will not fight you tonight.” And that was decisive, he wasn’t going to fight Ikki, no matter how much the other was trying to provoke him - and how much he was feeling provoked. Each and every word that left Ikki’s mouth and the way he carried himself was making Hyoga angry, taunting with his own pride, but he wasn’t going to fall for that. It would be too simply, and it would leave Shun so sad an disappointed on him, on both of them.
“I really couldn’t care less for what you thought of me and my face if I tried. But I care about him and doesn’t matter what you say, he comes first. I will not fight you because it’s meaningless, because it would make him disappointed in both of us and sad. And if you want to be a good brother as much as you say, you should give him the dignity of his choice instead of coming to me like a pracing horse.”
“Also, you think I’m cute, Ikki? Hm.”
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“Not really, no. It’s been awhile since I wanted to remold your face, though, and look just who is here tonight.” Ah, Ikki can’t help but smirk a bit, that atmosphere of violence stirring his volcanic Cosmo.
“... ” There wasn’t any possible way to confuse that heated violence flowing through Ikki’s Cosmo with anything but the desire to do exactly what the other had said, neither Hyoga was expecting nothing more and nothing less from him. Still, it was good to have been trained to shield all his emotions behind an icy mask on that moment.
“You may try, that much is true. You may swing you fist against my face and all and I can see how much you would like that, but really? That is how you want to solve this? He will be so disappointed with us and, to be honest, I’m more worried about disappointing him than fighting you.”
I heard Ikki destroyed a precious memory of yours.
“As this may be, someone else taught me that no memory is truly destroyed if you hold it in your heart. He.. he taught me a lot about myself and my own heart.”
I heard you and Shun got real comfy...
“What’s wrong with being comfortable with someone you trust?”
“Long time no see.”
“Da.” Was his dry answer, for that threatening attitude of Ikki wasn’t doing much for scaring him. Maybe a little. “Do you want anything?”
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The look so great!
And zero fucks were given by Hyoga on that day.