The smells of that place haunted him as he tracked over her deeply marked trail. The anger sizzling on the air was like a live current and the fear of the others standing around, as well as Kitanai's distress. She had been afraid for her life, no doubt and he didn't blame her. But that only meant one thing... and why Koho hadn't killed her was beyond him. Maybe she wasn't thinking. Anger made you want to kill, but sorrow?
He'd felt that before, over and over. Every time he read her letter over and what Muji had told him.. he had felt the desolation of her loss, the sheer force of the truth of her choices. She had left him, she wasn't coming back. But she had returned..
His thoughts were interrupted as he turned a corner and finally spotted her from the back. His heart wrenched painfully but he was forced to silence the vice grip of his terrorized emotions. He didn't know what would happen, how could he? He knew she was mad, that she was violent mad and the scent she gave off now...
So he pushed away from the shadows. He was a fearless man in the face of battle, but this.. this was different. He wasn't afraid of her, but he was afraid of what she thought and what might happen tonight. A smarter man might have let her have her space, but he was a stubborn man. He wanted to scream, he wanted to beg.. he didn't know what the fuck he wanted except for her. Somehow, he was sure she'd be the one he lost tonight.
"Koho, stop walking." he said, his deep voice sounding less somber than he had hoped. His heart was in his throat, he wasn't able to push it aside completely. "Talk to me."
[waiting for koho]
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He'd felt that before, over and over. Every time he read her letter over and what Muji had told him.. he had felt the desolation of her loss, the sheer force of the truth of her choices. She had left him, she wasn't coming back. But she had returned..
His thoughts were interrupted as he turned a corner and finally spotted her from the back. His heart wrenched painfully but he was forced to silence the vice grip of his terrorized emotions. He didn't know what would happen, how could he? He knew she was mad, that she was violent mad and the scent she gave off now...
So he pushed away from the shadows. He was a fearless man in the face of battle, but this.. this was different. He wasn't afraid of her, but he was afraid of what she thought and what might happen tonight. A smarter man might have let her have her space, but he was a stubborn man. He wanted to scream, he wanted to beg.. he didn't know what the fuck he wanted except for her. Somehow, he was sure she'd be the one he lost tonight.
"Koho, stop walking." he said, his deep voice sounding less somber than he had hoped. His heart was in his throat, he wasn't able to push it aside completely. "Talk to me."
[waiting for koho]
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