I CALL ϡ KI CHI
ϡ:Gash with a knife / blade /sword.
GODDAMNIT I SHOULD HAVE SEEN THIS COMING
The first cut is made before he even notices the knife.
The expression on the other boy’s face is the first thing that clues him in that something isn’t quite right. And then there’s pain. He blinks, the smile on his face wobbling as he looks down at his abdomen and sees… blood? “Vin…cent…?” That’s when he spots it, the knife in Vincent’s hand, the one that has to be the one his father had given him. The one Vincent said had been taken away from him. The glass in his hand falls to the floor and shatters.
His eyes are wide, and with one hand pressed to the wound in his side, he starts to back up, but Vincent is unscared and much quicker; he darts forward with another slash, this time targeting Kichirou’s hand. The pharmacologist yelps, staggering backward until he falls back against the wall. “O-o-ohhhhhh, V-Vincent…”
“Our friendship, while at times sadly not focused on me, has been quite nice, I assure you. But…” His voice, formerly so confident, falters, and he takes a measured step toward Kichirou. “You heard that motive, Kichirou. You heard it. I… I can’t–”
“Please–” His eyes are closed, and as he’s sliding down the wall into a sitting position, his knees scrunched up against his chest, it’s unsure if he’s even still here, really.
“I’ll make it quick.”
“No, no no no no nnnnnn…”
Vincent finds that the act itself is like comforting a child after a funeral; something he’s ill-suited for, and something that despite his promise, he messes up, badly.
