#SETO AND TENDOU: 001.

[ka1zoku]

( tall grass rustles in the spring air ) ➥ seto lies back with her eyes shut with her katana lying next to her , blade glinting in the sun. the breeze that rushes over her is a refreshment to her sweat-dampened skin. it's been a rough day , and all she wants is to be alone , away from the taunting gaze of her peers , away from the murmurs that question her indirectly , away from judgement.

a soft flare of reiatsu reaches her , like a hand tapping on her shoulder , announcing presence. arching head back , she peeks an eye open and squints against the sun. an approaching figure nears. ❛ hayato-san ... ❜ / seto and tendou: 001.

[ka1zoku]

( grass pricks at the skin of his elbows ) ➥ he is toying with her , but the intended effect is not to rile her to the point of tears. her back may be turned , but the wavering voice tells him all he needs to know.

" i didn't tell you this was a quid pro quo session , seto. you shouldn't expect anyone to spill their guts just because you've decided to tell the truth. " it's cruel maybe , but tendou never claimed to be a nice guy nor a good one. " one day , i'll tell you. when you're ready to know the truth. in the meantime, wipe your tears and come back to barracks. "

he sits back up and then rises to his feet , sandals trampling grass underfoot. the birds ahead have all flown home, even the two that had trailed behind.

( sky gradually turns a darker orange ) ➥ gaze flickers towards tendou’s figure, grazing over the sharp profile of his face. “ secret ! ” he’s toying with her , after giving such a real response. it might lack the proper conviction, but it was real, and here he is, refusing to give her one ?

indignation irrationally ignites in her and tears prickle at her eyes. pushing herself up to a seated position, seto brings her knees up to her chest and plants her face between the valley between her knees. “ you’re just like the rest! mocking me ! ”

[ka1zoku]

( shihakusho sleeves flutter in the breeze ) ➥ ❛ was your sister an admirable woman ? ❜ he has no noble reason to join the academy , but oh does he have all the misplaced drive to propel him further. it could be worse. he could be evil.

stretching his arms up over his head until the joints of his shoulder release and crack , hayato falls back against the grass, gaze following the birds migrating back to their homes after the long day. they coo and caw at each other, a couple playfully chasing each other and falling behind.

❛ that's a secret. ❜

( a bird soars overhead ) ➥ he's the only one that speaks to her like this , like she's just another classmate and not someone that deserves to be shunned. he's the only one that seems to care about what she's thinking.

his question surprises her , but he's never been one to beat around the bush. takagi figures its prompted by her latest failure. ❛ my sister did before me. i always looked up to her. and , i suppose , with the amount of spiritual energy i have, it's a likely path to take. ❜ as she says it , she winces at her reasoning. she sounds like a person with no original thought, allowing the tides to take her wherever they please. but, she's always been that type , hasn't she ? a woman with no plan. she thought she could call it being free-spirited.

❛ why did you ? ❜

[ka1zoku]

( sweat trickles down the back of his neck ) ➥ tendou hears the jeers beneath cowardly breath , watches as seto flinches beneath it but says nothing. he observes the distance that grows between her and the rest of their peers , and thus , the isolation. it's not exactly worry that urges him to seek her out , maybe an acknowledgement of their shared experience in ostracization.

he steps in alongside her stretched out form before dropping into the grass, legs crossed. ❛ there you go with the formalities again. ❜ he lays his wazikashi over his lap , fingertips brushing against its hilt. ❛ why did you join the academy , takagi ? ❜

( tall grass rustles in the spring air ) ➥ seto lies back with her eyes shut with her katana lying next to her , blade glinting in the sun. the breeze that rushes over her is a refreshment to her sweat-dampened skin. it's been a rough day , and all she wants is to be alone , away from the taunting gaze of her peers , away from the murmurs that question her indirectly , away from judgement.

a soft flare of reiatsu reaches her , like a hand tapping on her shoulder , announcing presence. arching head back , she peeks an eye open and squints against the sun. an approaching figure nears. ❛ hayato-san ... ❜ / seto and tendou: 001.

[ka1zoku]

( sky gradually turns a darker orange ) ➥ gaze flickers towards tendou’s figure, grazing over the sharp profile of his face. “ secret ! ” he’s toying with her , after giving such a real response. it might lack the proper conviction, but it was real, and here he is, refusing to give her one ?

indignation irrationally ignites in her and tears prickle at her eyes. pushing herself up to a seated position, seto brings her knees up to her chest and plants her face between the valley between her knees. “ you’re just like the rest! mocking me ! ”

( a bird soars overhead ) ➥ he's the only one that speaks to her like this , like she's just another classmate and not someone that deserves to be shunned. he's the only one that seems to care about what she's thinking.

his question surprises her , but he's never been one to beat around the bush. takagi figures its prompted by her latest failure. ❛ my sister did before me. i always looked up to her. and , i suppose , with the amount of spiritual energy i have, it's a likely path to take. ❜ as she says it , she winces at her reasoning. she sounds like a person with no original thought, allowing the tides to take her wherever they please. but, she's always been that type , hasn't she ? a woman with no plan. she thought she could call it being free-spirited.

❛ why did you ? ❜

[ka1zoku]

( a bird soars overhead ) ➥ he's the only one that speaks to her like this , like she's just another classmate and not someone that deserves to be shunned. he's the only one that seems to care about what she's thinking.

his question surprises her , but he's never been one to beat around the bush. takagi figures its prompted by her latest failure. ❛ my sister did before me. i always looked up to her. and , i suppose , with the amount of spiritual energy i have, it's a likely path to take. ❜ as she says it , she winces at her reasoning. she sounds like a person with no original thought, allowing the tides to take her wherever they please. but, she's always been that type , hasn't she ? a woman with no plan. she thought she could call it being free-spirited.

❛ why did you ? ❜

( tall grass rustles in the spring air ) ➥ seto lies back with her eyes shut with her katana lying next to her , blade glinting in the sun. the breeze that rushes over her is a refreshment to her sweat-dampened skin. it's been a rough day , and all she wants is to be alone , away from the taunting gaze of her peers , away from the murmurs that question her indirectly , away from judgement.

a soft flare of reiatsu reaches her , like a hand tapping on her shoulder , announcing presence. arching head back , she peeks an eye open and squints against the sun. an approaching figure nears. ❛ hayato-san ... ❜ / seto and tendou: 001.