NOT MEANT TO BE HERE, BUT HERE ANYWAY. not by riko’s architecture, not by the gracious hand of moriyama’s. bianca was there simply because she made it so. and now with the younger moriyama dead at her feet, a whole team looking up at her for the next step, she holds the steering wheel. it’s mine now, fucker. she hopes riko is rolling in his grave, the notorious sicko. everything, it’s all mine now. i will conquer the heart, not the fear. perhaps it is one of the reasons why she is so adamant on mending a previously non-existing dynamic with jean moreau. one hell of a backliner, one hell of a raven. though there is so much more to him, isn’t there? i’ll peel you open, moreau. i wonder what is there to see.
“ ah, fame. of course. ” an approval that comes within’ a knowing nod, one leg thrown atop the other, easing back into her chair as she lets the silence sink in for a moment. when she used to look at jean, she used to see a glimpse of how her life could have turned out. both properties of kengo, both living with a golden leash around their throat. she is yet to learn what differentiated them, what made them look eye to eye with a contract on the table. she is eager to unravel. “ but see, jean, why here? ” the answer is not satisfactory, so she inquires further. “ the trojans are banging on our door like goddamn scavengers, they would do anything to have you guarding their score. you are not obligated to serve your sentence here in evermore, why do it here? ” perhaps bold of her to ask, considering she is insisting on the fact that she will only leave evermore when she’s dead but it is mostly a product of both her stubborn nature and her god-awful spite. what about you, number three? are you here for your poison or do you see what i see, what it could be?
she peels him open like a mandarine, watching as his guts spill all over the court floor. he sours her mouth with his sting and the poignant raising of one perfectly manicured eyebrow. it isn’t anything they’re unused to, the face-off. he’s read enough in his sociology course to know the truth of it: this is how all hierarchies are established under an oligarchical rule.
what will bianca’s modus operandi be?
as she sits there like a king lazing idly upon her throne, jean feels an ache in his front teeth that bites at him bone deep. she looks at the ravens and sees something worth saving.
jean doesn’t see what she sees. he likely never will.
‘ desperation breeds contempt. you of all people should know this. ’ the lilt of his voice is lazy, punctuated with a french accent that couldn’t be beaten out of him no matter the threats laid. jean swings his racquet idly until it rests atop his shoulders, hands hanging loosely over the lacquered wood. ‘ there is more hatred in my left pinkie than most people experience in an entire lifetime. no, with the trojans, les carottes sont cuites, and i must succeed. ’
— or die trying. the odds are slim pickings, but at least with the ravens, he will not be benched for swearing, or god forbid, being the first trojan to ever be carded. how will he make court if he never plays the field?
‘ you know me. it is that simple. though i doubt it is that simple for you, is it, hellion? ’
