Sunday 1.6: Escape

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Ran had grabbed his katana and stormed up to the exercise room, but the present moment found him hunched over his sword, staring at the hilt and the slim blade glinting beneath.

He should never have threatened Yohji with his sword, even if both men knew he wouldn't use it against him, at least not for that.

He could almost see the blood of the fallen streaming in the sunlight, a river that stretched down from the window and across the floor. Gathering on the blade and making it gleam orange with morning sun.

He had told himself that once his sister was awake, he would no longer be Weiss. He would no longer touch this weapon, or kill again.

But his sister need protection.

But it was more than that.

It was more than the money, too, however needed.

Perhaps it was a sense of obligation towards his team. Perhaps it was that he had transferred his need for a purpose to his team, now that Aya-chan was with them, now that he felt obsolete.

Perhaps somehow, Omi's idealism had spread to him, and he recognized the need for an absolute justice outside of the law.

Something was keeping him here.

He shook off his thoughts.

He was still throbbing with the irritation Yohji was so adept at provoking.

Ran straightened, and fell into a familiar pattern, careful footsteps and swinging blade courting one another in a graceful dance, two parts of one whole.

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"Asu--" Yohji felt the color drain out of his face, as his subconcious almost tricked him into saying her name. In front of Ran no less. Idiot.

"Someonce once told me I ought to try meditating," he corrected. "A long time ago."

Yohji now felt weird, as if he were watching himself have the conversation instead of actualy participating. Why on earth had he even said that? Maybe he would have been better off if he'd left Ran alone and found some anonymous company instead. This is what bartenders were for, wasn't it?

[genuinelie.livejournal.com]

Ran noticed the half-spoken name, even in his introverted state there was no escaping Yohji's past, just as much for the rest of Weiss as for Yohji himself.

But wasn't that true for all of them? They inflicted their burdens upon one another, even as they scrambled to remain isolated in themselves and their memories.

Except for Omi, of course, who had no past to retreat to that Ran could tell.

Ran allowed himself a small smile. "You would probably fall asleep, having to sit still for so long."

A long sentence for Ran, and almost a joke.