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Jul. 10th, 2010 05:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaMizuki curled his arms tight around his chest, keeping his shields up and his thoughts to himself. If one was uninformed they might have thought it was because he was shaken by the thought bomb and its effects. Mizuki was shaken, but that wasn't his reason for closing himself off. He had a good idea who had that thought bomb.
The work of the church was never done, after all, and Mizuki and Atobe might not squabble over territory and might even be considered 'partners' in some things… but Mizuki knew that Atobe would destroy him if he stepped too far out of line. Or, Atobe would try to destroy him. Mizuki doubted he would be able to, and he certainly wouldn't be able to destroy the church of St. Rudolph. If mizuki ever was to die…
He was sure he would rise again, just like Atobe had. And wasn't that ironic? That Atobe had been brought back to life by a group that he both used and feared
"Atobe~!" A cheerful voice echoed off the otherwise quiet walls of the St. Rudolph Emissaries ship. A cheerful mind practically bounced down the hallways. Mizuki slanted an unpleasant look towards the entrance of the hanger. Jirou wasn't fazed by Mizuki's cold shoulder, or by the cold shoulder of the rest of the crew. He had eyes, and thoughts, only for Atobe. "He got away!"
"That's surprising." Atobe rested a hand on top of Jirou's curls and Mizuki fought to keep his lip from curling. Hmph.
Atobe could do so much better than a somnapath.
Like him!
…jealousy was most unbecoming. Where was it coming from? Mizuki took a deep breath and let the bad emotions flow out of him as he exhaled.
"They had a dreamer too!" Jirou bounced on the balls of his feet. "Guy with curly hair. He showed up and got Piyo out and then BOOM!" Jirou rubbed at his temples. "It was weird though. He didn't feel like a dreamer." He took a breath, "I almost Wakashi too!"
"It's alright Jirou." Atobe ran his fingers through Jirou's curls, combing the tangles out like he used to do with Mizuki's hair. Years ago. Mizuki met Atobe's eyes over Jirou's head.
Power flanked Mizuki as he let down his shields. He could feel Yuuta, Akazawa, and Atsushi. He could see Kaneda. All Atobe had on ship was Jirou. If Atobe found out that Mizuki had helped ferry thought bombs out of Fudomine, artillery into Fudomine, and a handful of powerful psychics under his wing… well. There was nothing he could do about it. Mizuki had given him life and he could take it away.
"That would be Kirihara." Mizuki sniffed. "He has skills that allow him to imitate other's psychic specialties. Otherwise he's all flash, no substance."
Just like Atobe.
"I'm hurt that you think of Akaya that way." Yukimura Seiichi stood at the top of the gang plank, Sanada standing behind him like a rather tall angry gorilla. "He's really not all that bad."
The work of the church was never done, after all, and Mizuki and Atobe might not squabble over territory and might even be considered 'partners' in some things… but Mizuki knew that Atobe would destroy him if he stepped too far out of line. Or, Atobe would try to destroy him. Mizuki doubted he would be able to, and he certainly wouldn't be able to destroy the church of St. Rudolph. If mizuki ever was to die…
He was sure he would rise again, just like Atobe had. And wasn't that ironic? That Atobe had been brought back to life by a group that he both used and feared
"Atobe~!" A cheerful voice echoed off the otherwise quiet walls of the St. Rudolph Emissaries ship. A cheerful mind practically bounced down the hallways. Mizuki slanted an unpleasant look towards the entrance of the hanger. Jirou wasn't fazed by Mizuki's cold shoulder, or by the cold shoulder of the rest of the crew. He had eyes, and thoughts, only for Atobe. "He got away!"
"That's surprising." Atobe rested a hand on top of Jirou's curls and Mizuki fought to keep his lip from curling. Hmph.
Atobe could do so much better than a somnapath.
Like him!
…jealousy was most unbecoming. Where was it coming from? Mizuki took a deep breath and let the bad emotions flow out of him as he exhaled.
"They had a dreamer too!" Jirou bounced on the balls of his feet. "Guy with curly hair. He showed up and got Piyo out and then BOOM!" Jirou rubbed at his temples. "It was weird though. He didn't feel like a dreamer." He took a breath, "I almost Wakashi too!"
"It's alright Jirou." Atobe ran his fingers through Jirou's curls, combing the tangles out like he used to do with Mizuki's hair. Years ago. Mizuki met Atobe's eyes over Jirou's head.
Power flanked Mizuki as he let down his shields. He could feel Yuuta, Akazawa, and Atsushi. He could see Kaneda. All Atobe had on ship was Jirou. If Atobe found out that Mizuki had helped ferry thought bombs out of Fudomine, artillery into Fudomine, and a handful of powerful psychics under his wing… well. There was nothing he could do about it. Mizuki had given him life and he could take it away.
"That would be Kirihara." Mizuki sniffed. "He has skills that allow him to imitate other's psychic specialties. Otherwise he's all flash, no substance."
Just like Atobe.
"I'm hurt that you think of Akaya that way." Yukimura Seiichi stood at the top of the gang plank, Sanada standing behind him like a rather tall angry gorilla. "He's really not all that bad."
