it happens so fast but itsuki can see it all so clearly still. the archer falling at his feet, hyuuga staggering in front of him, the shine of a blade slicing deep into his arm -- a blade that could have buried itself in itsuki's neck -- and buzen with his sword in the man's chest and his arms around Hyuuga, rounding on itsuki with more fury than he's ever seen before. he's seen anger and sadness but this feels more close to rage -- buzen's rage -- and it's directed right at him --
his already unsteady breathing hitches, and his gaze sweeps away when only earlier he'd been looking so desperately -- and lands on the scarlet red staining hyuuga's scarlet clothes,
for once itsuki doesn't need to be told twice. he turns and heads for the foliage, dagger still clutched in his hand and heart beating quickly with dread, so loud that it drowns out the shocked silence in itsuki's head,]
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it happens so fast but itsuki can see it all so clearly still. the archer falling at his feet, hyuuga staggering in front of him, the shine of a blade slicing deep into his arm -- a blade that could have buried itself in itsuki's neck -- and buzen with his sword in the man's chest and his arms around Hyuuga, rounding on itsuki with more fury than he's ever seen before. he's seen anger and sadness but this feels more close to rage -- buzen's rage -- and it's directed right at him --
his already unsteady breathing hitches, and his gaze sweeps away when only earlier he'd been looking so desperately -- and lands on the scarlet red staining hyuuga's scarlet clothes,
for once itsuki doesn't need to be told twice. he turns and heads for the foliage, dagger still clutched in his hand and heart beating quickly with dread, so loud that it drowns out the shocked silence in itsuki's head,]