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Sep. 3rd, 2009 12:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaIf Otoya had been raised in his place, he would have been the dutiful perfect son. J strokes Otoya's cheek in the same way his father touches him, lightly, with his fingernails barely skimming the skin. A whisper of movement. Otoya's distaste for his grandfather's policies, even as he upheld them, was exactly what would have made him Kamashima Simon's perfect tool. A tool that thinks, but obeys.
Unlike J.
J could not help but disobey, straining at the strictures that held him in place, that made him a tool. He would be no man's tool but his own, and if that meant he must let other's use him in order to gain his freedom from them…
The more fool they.
"Brother." Otoya stared up at him, his eyes glassy from the drug. It kept him compliant though, and that was all J cared about for now. By the time Falcon found them it would have worn off, leaving Otoya kicking and struggling against J, a perfect distraction. "You even look like him."
More so than J, anyway. K had also looked more like their father, if only her face had not been so round.
Maybe it was the eyes.
Unlike J.
J could not help but disobey, straining at the strictures that held him in place, that made him a tool. He would be no man's tool but his own, and if that meant he must let other's use him in order to gain his freedom from them…
The more fool they.
"Brother." Otoya stared up at him, his eyes glassy from the drug. It kept him compliant though, and that was all J cared about for now. By the time Falcon found them it would have worn off, leaving Otoya kicking and struggling against J, a perfect distraction. "You even look like him."
More so than J, anyway. K had also looked more like their father, if only her face had not been so round.
Maybe it was the eyes.
