Interruption -- s-CRY-ed
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sinful_lynxTitle: Freedom
Fandom: s-CRY-ed
Characters/Pairings: Ryuhou, Kazuma
Rating: PG
Warnings: Um... nothing, really.
Author Notes: I was reading some s-CRY-ed doujin and I wanted to do something. This was the only thing that came to mind. xD;
Summary: There were many reasons he hated that man...
Disclaimer: I own neither the icon or the fandom, if that had no been made clear by the fact it's called 'fanfiction'.
Hatred. Spite. Pure loathing. Several words, only one perfect example.
"Zetsuei!"
That defiant stare, the rugged look, the lack of respect for a uniformed officer of HOLD... the mere destruction that followed in that man's wake. He hated it. All of it. From his wild hair down to his scuffed shoes, he felt nothing but the deepest hate.
It was because he was a Native Alter. It was because he hindered his hunt. It was because... because...
He's free.
They were from different upbringings. He from a wealthy family, living within the city, holding a respectable job. That man dared to defy the laws, living in rubble and ruin, doing any odd job to survive. He was wild and fierce, while, in deep comparison, he was calm, level-headed and didn't dare pick a fight with anyone who could decide his fate.
He lived as a tool, a weapon who could be discarded at any moment. Kazuma stared him down, a defender of his home and of some rights he truly believed he had. He was an animal. He lived in a world all his own, free to wander, free to fight, free to live. He hated that little fact more than anything. The mere thought of it made his blood boil, concentration increase and Zetsuei's attacks would become ruthless, fueled by its counterpart's raging fury.
Win or lose, Kazuma eyes never lost that defiance. He could still see it with each punishing blow, only one 'bullet' remaining to fire with.
Zetsuei's assault had stopped, standing as a silent sentinel between them, waiting for further instruction.
Kazuma's fist twitched, waiting for the moment to strike.
He still hadn't accepted him for what he was. Kazuma was nothing more than a Native. Natives couldn't compare to the glory of those in the city! He'd never forgive him. He'd tear down that smugness in his defeat. He'd make him pay for having so little respect for those above him! He'd take away that freedom and ensure that he fell into nothingness!
He raised his hand, watching Kazuma tense, smirk and launch his final shell. "Finish him, Zetsuei!"
Fandom: s-CRY-ed
Characters/Pairings: Ryuhou, Kazuma
Rating: PG
Warnings: Um... nothing, really.
Author Notes: I was reading some s-CRY-ed doujin and I wanted to do something. This was the only thing that came to mind. xD;
Summary: There were many reasons he hated that man...
Disclaimer: I own neither the icon or the fandom, if that had no been made clear by the fact it's called 'fanfiction'.
Hatred. Spite. Pure loathing. Several words, only one perfect example.
"Zetsuei!"
That defiant stare, the rugged look, the lack of respect for a uniformed officer of HOLD... the mere destruction that followed in that man's wake. He hated it. All of it. From his wild hair down to his scuffed shoes, he felt nothing but the deepest hate.
It was because he was a Native Alter. It was because he hindered his hunt. It was because... because...
He's free.
They were from different upbringings. He from a wealthy family, living within the city, holding a respectable job. That man dared to defy the laws, living in rubble and ruin, doing any odd job to survive. He was wild and fierce, while, in deep comparison, he was calm, level-headed and didn't dare pick a fight with anyone who could decide his fate.
He lived as a tool, a weapon who could be discarded at any moment. Kazuma stared him down, a defender of his home and of some rights he truly believed he had. He was an animal. He lived in a world all his own, free to wander, free to fight, free to live. He hated that little fact more than anything. The mere thought of it made his blood boil, concentration increase and Zetsuei's attacks would become ruthless, fueled by its counterpart's raging fury.
Win or lose, Kazuma eyes never lost that defiance. He could still see it with each punishing blow, only one 'bullet' remaining to fire with.
Zetsuei's assault had stopped, standing as a silent sentinel between them, waiting for further instruction.
Kazuma's fist twitched, waiting for the moment to strike.
He still hadn't accepted him for what he was. Kazuma was nothing more than a Native. Natives couldn't compare to the glory of those in the city! He'd never forgive him. He'd tear down that smugness in his defeat. He'd make him pay for having so little respect for those above him! He'd take away that freedom and ensure that he fell into nothingness!
He raised his hand, watching Kazuma tense, smirk and launch his final shell. "Finish him, Zetsuei!"
