🚪 - kisani teehee
🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking
It had been only two days since his incident with his beloved, and Tsubasa still could not tear his mind away from his treacherous behavior. It had been as if he had turned into some kind of rabid animal, tearing away at her, trying to devour her, yet he had felt no need to stop. True, now, he was ripping himself apart because of it, but why hadn’t he been able to control himself then? Tsubasa had always had control. It had always been him. Juro was the one that lacked the strength to control their hunger, so why were things suddenly twisted?To add to his misery, his arm had yet to fully heal from being shot by that white-haired bastard. It ached to no end, and the healing he had had before the separation no longer seemed to be present. However, he had not bothered to feed since his psychotic fit, either. Tsubasa had contemplated it, but the hunger bore no interest to him. The hollow fully believed that he deserved the pain he was in. What better way to discipline himself than putting himself through as much pain as he had possibly put Maya through? Hell, he didn’t think it was enough. He wanted to tear into his own throat if he could, but he was too egotistical to do even that. Chewing at his lip, the hollow fingered the mouth of his beer, thinking of bringing the fifth bottle to his lips once more, to finish it off and begin another brew.
However, thoughts were halted when a sudden irritating tapping occurred rather close to him, and he’d glare at the source. The hand that had started it all, and he’d growl, warning whoever dared to disturb him that they’d be sorry. Why couldn’t these filthy pests just leave him alone!? Did he have to plaster a sign to his forehead that said, Not Welcome? Rising quickly to face the fool, Tsubasa would stop dead in his tracks, coming face to face with the horrors of his past. The witch that had left him so long ago, with his heart still bleeding–if you could even say that he had a heart–to wonder why, or what he had done so wrong for her to abandon him!?
“Kisani?”
All thoughts of Maya were suddenly pushed to the back of his head in that instant. As he uttered her name, he felt as though he was speaking the name of a ghost, and looking straight through one at the same time. Seeing her now made chills run through his body, and up his spine, skin littered with goosebumps now at this point. He swallowed whatever anger he’d previously had. Not all of it, but just enough to stay somewhat civil. It was easy for him to say that she was the very last person he wanted to see at this moment. With a furrowed brow, and a clear frown, Tsubasa smirked at the first woman he ever told he loved.
“Tch–go figure. Of course I’d run in to you at a time like this,” he scoffed.