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Jul. 30th, 2009 04:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaSanada knew the minute that Yanagi was back in the building. Sanada could Sense the other members of the team distantly; Kirihara felt like static electricity, Yagyuu was icy cool, Jackal was the soft heat of a low fire, Marui the tang of planet grown green apples, Niou the slippery sensation of silk, but his contact with Yanagi and Yukimura was so much more than just distant sensation. The three of them had bonded years ago, when they had met each other at Rikkai's training facility, before Yukimura had instrumentalized a take over and become t he de facto leader of Rikkai's psychics. Partially this was due to Yanagi and Sanada assisting him, although the psychic backlash of the take over had put Yukimura in the hospital for a year. After that it seemed like Yanagi and Sanada were needed even more, and all three of them had drawn closer.
Renji, Sanada paused, unsure how to say about Yanagi's thoughts. Yanagi's thoughts were rough, like sandpaper, and scraped insistently at Sanada's. He was worried. Did something happen?
Cool water flowed over the sandpaper, smoothing it away. Yanagi had always been the best at controlling his emotions, though Yukimura was the strongest of the three. I believe there is more going on with Yamabuki than we thought. More than their usual smuggling operation.
Glacier like power moved over the conversation, eclipsing both Sanada and Yanagi's thoughts and mind. Look into it Renji. Sanada, take care of Niou. And then Yukimura had pulled back, though the icy shadow radiated from Yukimura's office, like the presence of a sleeping god.
Bring Niou up. Sanada ordered gruffly, though Yanagi's thoughts now felt like a rushing stream, teaming with fish. He was amused.
I'll be right up Genichirou. Beside him Niou's silky mind seemed to ripple in displeasure. They were probably on the elevator now. See you in a few.
Sanada sighed, and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. He seemed to be getting headaches more and more often lately, perhaps because of all the trouble Rikkai caused him. Tonight he would ask Renji to massage his shoulders, maybe, after they had both dragged Yukimura to dinner. The contact was more than Sanada could ask from Yukimura, and Yukimura disliked doing things for others anyway.
I heard that.
Renji, Sanada paused, unsure how to say about Yanagi's thoughts. Yanagi's thoughts were rough, like sandpaper, and scraped insistently at Sanada's. He was worried. Did something happen?
Cool water flowed over the sandpaper, smoothing it away. Yanagi had always been the best at controlling his emotions, though Yukimura was the strongest of the three. I believe there is more going on with Yamabuki than we thought. More than their usual smuggling operation.
Glacier like power moved over the conversation, eclipsing both Sanada and Yanagi's thoughts and mind. Look into it Renji. Sanada, take care of Niou. And then Yukimura had pulled back, though the icy shadow radiated from Yukimura's office, like the presence of a sleeping god.
Bring Niou up. Sanada ordered gruffly, though Yanagi's thoughts now felt like a rushing stream, teaming with fish. He was amused.
I'll be right up Genichirou. Beside him Niou's silky mind seemed to ripple in displeasure. They were probably on the elevator now. See you in a few.
Sanada sighed, and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. He seemed to be getting headaches more and more often lately, perhaps because of all the trouble Rikkai caused him. Tonight he would ask Renji to massage his shoulders, maybe, after they had both dragged Yukimura to dinner. The contact was more than Sanada could ask from Yukimura, and Yukimura disliked doing things for others anyway.
I heard that.
