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It was one of those rare occasions when Kiryuu Yotoji was not in uniform. As he bent over to examine a fruitseller's merchandise, he heard men yelling nearby, followed by a loud explosion. A second later, twin plumes of dust and smoke rose from a neighboring house.
(Omoshiroi. That wasn't an regular explosion. It sounds like some sort of cannon. Maa... she's not usually this loud...)
He leisurely joined the crowd gathering near the front gate of the property. Everyone there strained to get a good look at the fight taking place inside the compound. As the crowd ohhed and ahhed in amazement, the former unofficial guardian of the balance and the guardian of the bestest little sister in the world.. blandly watched a small, raven haired elf effortlessly slash his way through the charging Yakuza (gangster) horde with eye-blurring speed.
(Well, well. Elf-child seishi....)
While the brief, one-sided battle must have looked terribly thrilling to the inexperienced viewer, Yotoji was not the least bit impressed... or interested. The gangsters were no real challenge, even for the mere elf.
(Tsumaranai daaa....)
As he heard the excited murmurs of the crowd, he snorted softly to himself. If these baka spectators ever saw the real thing -- that infamous sleeping psycho -- in action, they won't be standing around gaping in amazement.
They would be screaming and running in stark terror. That is... if he let them stay alive to get to that stage... or if they weren't paralyzed by fear. Or by him.
He was about to leave the scene with a mild feeling of disgust when he saw the elf do something that instantly grabbed his attention.
It was a brief, casual movement... nothing more than a quick snap of the wrist before sheathing the sword....
....but it was a move that Yotoji had seen before. He had done something similar many times before.
That one little gesture brought a faint, chilly smile to his face as he walked away from the crowd.
(It's nothing new that your blade ran red with blood, but you still haven't lost the habit...ne imouto? Such a trivial thing.... the little flick of the wrist to remove the blood from one's sword... but it's often the small things that betray our true natures.)
(A harmless, peace-loving little child doesn't need that sort of gesture...... my little elf sibling...)
His heart was nearly wrenched from it's spot.
(....but a killer does. So it looks like you haven't managed to bury it as deeply as you might have hoped. No, I can tell that you're really lying just beneath the surface, just waiting.... but you're trying so hard... so damn hard...)
This brought a tiny smile to his face. A warm smile that a brother would give to his sibling. He was proud. Proud of his selfish, troublesome little brat.
(That's good to know. I'm still watching over you, you know.)
With a contented smirk on his face, Yotoji made his way back to his temporary quarters. Behind him, a sudden gust of wind howled down the street as if to mark the presence of a lone wolf.
So whatcha' think minna? ^_^; I really don't like posting fics until characters are much more well developed and I have lots of fics that have spoilers so... ^_^ Comments? ^_^
I fixed the fic, as it wasn't editted right. x.x; Ah well...
