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Nov. 16th, 2008 12:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaPrompt: Vendetta
Fandom: PoT
Character: Hiyoshi! (totally wanted KiriHiyo woe)
Warnings: ...um... burning bodies. :D;;;
Words: 404
Hiyoshi gritted his eyes against the smoke, his hands clenched tightly around his kunai. His clan house was in flames, the smoke rising high into the sky and turning the sun red. Hiyoshi's leg was broken, a break high in the thigh, immobilizing him. Not that Hiyoshi would have been much good now. All Hiyoshi could do was watch as his family members were dragged outside, dead or dying, tossed into a pile that Hiyoshi knew would soon be lit as well. Anyone left in the house would burn with it.
The leather wrapped around Hiyoshi's kunai was slippery, blood dripped down from a cut running the length of Hiyoshi's arm. It was a shallow cut, deep enough to draw blood, but not deep enough that Hiyoshi worried it would kill him. It would crust over soon, and heal to leave a long scar.
That was, if Hiyoshi managed to remain undetected, if the Rikkai fighters who had killed his clan rode off in another direction.
Screams, fresh screams, rose from his house and Hiyoshi turned his face away. He couldn't watch this… but he needed to. If Hiyoshi survived, if he got away, Hiyoshi would need to report to Atobe. Atobe would want to know everything about the slaughter, about the number of men Rikkai brought (eight, eight men who took out 50 men, women, and children, all trained in the art of genbujutsu), if Hiyoshi had recognized any/could recognize any later (Kirihara Akaya, black seaweed like hair, glowing green eyes, a man with white hair and a rattail, another with a long, sharp nose), how Hiyoshi's clan had died (painfully), if any could have escaped…
Atobe's list would go on and on, and Hiyoshi would have to relate every detail.
Hiyoshi turned his head back to watch as flaming bodies tried to pull away from the pile of dead only to be pushed back with a spear, or chopped down with a sword. Eyes stinging from the smoke, not any latent affection for his family, Hiyoshi swore silently that Rikkai would pay for this. For the indignity of having to sit here and breath in greasy smelling smoke, while a body of some Rikkai brat rotted four feet away, for the pain Hiyoshi's youngest cousin had endured when fire ate at her dress and hair before the smoke choked her to death, for the price of the land destroyed…
Rikkai would pay.
Fandom: PoT
Character: Hiyoshi! (totally wanted KiriHiyo woe)
Warnings: ...um... burning bodies. :D;;;
Words: 404
Hiyoshi gritted his eyes against the smoke, his hands clenched tightly around his kunai. His clan house was in flames, the smoke rising high into the sky and turning the sun red. Hiyoshi's leg was broken, a break high in the thigh, immobilizing him. Not that Hiyoshi would have been much good now. All Hiyoshi could do was watch as his family members were dragged outside, dead or dying, tossed into a pile that Hiyoshi knew would soon be lit as well. Anyone left in the house would burn with it.
The leather wrapped around Hiyoshi's kunai was slippery, blood dripped down from a cut running the length of Hiyoshi's arm. It was a shallow cut, deep enough to draw blood, but not deep enough that Hiyoshi worried it would kill him. It would crust over soon, and heal to leave a long scar.
That was, if Hiyoshi managed to remain undetected, if the Rikkai fighters who had killed his clan rode off in another direction.
Screams, fresh screams, rose from his house and Hiyoshi turned his face away. He couldn't watch this… but he needed to. If Hiyoshi survived, if he got away, Hiyoshi would need to report to Atobe. Atobe would want to know everything about the slaughter, about the number of men Rikkai brought (eight, eight men who took out 50 men, women, and children, all trained in the art of genbujutsu), if Hiyoshi had recognized any/could recognize any later (Kirihara Akaya, black seaweed like hair, glowing green eyes, a man with white hair and a rattail, another with a long, sharp nose), how Hiyoshi's clan had died (painfully), if any could have escaped…
Atobe's list would go on and on, and Hiyoshi would have to relate every detail.
Hiyoshi turned his head back to watch as flaming bodies tried to pull away from the pile of dead only to be pushed back with a spear, or chopped down with a sword. Eyes stinging from the smoke, not any latent affection for his family, Hiyoshi swore silently that Rikkai would pay for this. For the indignity of having to sit here and breath in greasy smelling smoke, while a body of some Rikkai brat rotted four feet away, for the pain Hiyoshi's youngest cousin had endured when fire ate at her dress and hair before the smoke choked her to death, for the price of the land destroyed…
Rikkai would pay.
