your memory`s fading
Groaning, Shiki knew that this was the reaction he would have gotten form Rin. He was a stubborn fool and running away wasn’t his style, not unless he had no choice. But even then… he could remember the times Rin would refuse to back down when they came into contact unless Shiki had left him laying on the ground.
He really didn’t feel like talking, and neither did he wish to do anything with Rin. But, Shiki was no fool and would aware that the blonde would only follow him if he turned around to leave. This was an unwanted situation and he need to come up with a way to leave as soon as possible.
Maybe it was a good thing that he had a wooden sword. There wasn’t much point in killing Rin, not unless he decided to push his luck, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t make sure that the blonde wouldn’t have able to bother him any further.
At least until he healed, but maybe if he was able to injure him to that point, Rin would finally leave him alone.
"Tsk," that was only a stupid dream. It would never happen, not after what the pair had already been through. There was no way neither of them would leave unscathed at this rate. "If you can land a cut on me then maybe, just maybe I’ll reveal my name to you."
There was very little chance of Rin being able to do such a thing. He might have his weapons back, but Shiki didn’t need a real katana in order to protect himself. No. All that training he received as a child was more than enough.
And, because he had actually been out there and needed to use it countless times until he was too strong for people to approach, Shiki didn’t need to doubt his abilities. He never did. So he stood there, wooden katana in hand and red eyes glaring down at his younger brother.
Shiki`s irritation was transparent as glass, but Rin was hardly the type to relent even when the other party was near apoplectic. He was ever the one bearing the usual condescending tones and looks, always being treated like a little child. His appearance suggested that of a young one barely out of the grace of youth, but his heart would say otherwise. At least, the muscle memory that remained even when his true memories were absent. That knee jerk sense of vexation at being treated like some punk kid that Rin had always lived with, the one he would soon change to pride at the advantage it gave him presented itself in an innocently stunned, blinking face.
"Just one hit? Oh puh-leeze, do you know who you`re talking to?" A bold statement that presented itself as the epitome of confidence. This front successfully concealed two things in particular: the fact that this menacing person had provided enough evidence to prove that he really did know him, and, more than that... did the blonde himself even know the Rin of whom this man was talking to? With a mind reminiscent of a puzzle that was knocked off a table in a fit of frustration (such as the ones he seemed to be prone to) he tried to put the pieces back together. But this particular fragment was a jagged one that didn`t quite fit where he wished to put it, as though the large size and sharp edges weren`t any indication it didn`t fit in the corners or any of the background pieces. This one was ostentatious in it`s subliminal boasting that it belonged right in the middle, where the heart was. He bit his lip as if the pain would banish the creeping feeling that made his blood run cold, emitting a quiet exhale of determination. Thin fingers brandished the silver of his blade, glinting in the moonlight quite threateningly before he lunged forward. As always, his movements were sudden and lithe, disappearing as quickly as that smile had left those soft features. Something had stirring within him, promising himself that he would land this hit, as though this moment was exactly what Rin had been waiting for after all this time.
