Varying drabbles. Mostly for leviathanmirror

[nagia]

01. On The Library Floor
They could have played cat and mouse in these narrow corridors of books. Hannya would have recommended it. He would have had the advantage.

He turns his head, sees white paper on the ground. Its edges are hard, its corners smooth. Perfect.

He is neither--nothing more than a bundle of weaknesses; aching, redly disjointed. The bleeding from his lip slows, stops, tastes salty; he thinks of salt-tears on a pale face.

He closes his eyes and imagines hers open. Relives the moment he turned away. Tastes for the first time the wrongness of his deeds.

He hurts. He stands regardless.
For leviathanmirror; to the tune of "[my eyes are open now] / it's a glass cage so I can't pretend"


02. Puzzle Pieces
She must think he doesn't hear. He does. The sound grates on every nerve. Leaves him raw. Makes his head throb and his fingers itch.

The frustrating thing is that it doesn't fit. She's crying and Himura has lost his way but the manner of Kamiya Kaoru's death is senseless. Total destruction would require further confrontation, would require bloodshed before Himura's helpless eyes--

Not a broken body, discarded. It's not right.

He thinks about it all, analyzing carefully. Sorts through it, occasionally distracted by a faint sob. He lifts his head, pauses, grope for his conclusions.

Thinks: It doesn't fit.