Post by Yukiko on Sept 20, 2010 10:09:10 GMT -8
Genji was deeply surprised to suddenly find Hinote devoid of ice and Kozue’s slender form before him. Not once in his rather prolific career as a warrior had anyone stopped him when he was in a rage. Not once had someone dared to tell him to calm down, dared to keep him from putting fools in their place. Ji might have dared...but she’d never been presented the opportunity. Without even trying, Kozue had rather thoroughly quieted the Tempest through shock alone.
He simply stared at his fiancee for some time. He had no idea how to react to her now. She had stepped outside of the niche he had placed her in - had presented herself as a serious player. There was something decidedly wrong about that. Not even his little Snowflake, in all her brashness and fire, had seemed like a serious competitor in his life - someone he would have difficulty overcoming. Indeed, Ji had been the first to make that impression. And now Kozue. It was because of this shock that Genji didn't immediately notice Kozue's hand still lightly gripping his blade. It wasn't until he shifted slightly and felt the tug on Hinote that he realized this.
Looking at the blade, noting her hand upon it, Genji's anger returned full force. But he was in control once more, not the emotion. He had become the detached Tempest, the man made infamous by his sheer lack of care when facing an enemy - by his desire to conquer rather than be conquered. And that Genji tolerated others touching his weaponry even less than the emotional one. “Remove your unworthy hand from Hinote. Or I shall remove it for you.” His voice was emotionless, the words intoned without inflection. “There is much that I tolerate in my life. That is not one of them. My blades are mine own - forged with my strength and by my hands.” He looked directly into her eyes. There was a promise in the depths of his sea-colored eyes - a promise dark and deadly as the storm from which he takes his name. A promise of what, not even he could say in that moment. But one thing was certain - he no longer had much interest in Atsushi at the moment. Whether that would change later once they were alone was another matter entirely.
He simply stared at his fiancee for some time. He had no idea how to react to her now. She had stepped outside of the niche he had placed her in - had presented herself as a serious player. There was something decidedly wrong about that. Not even his little Snowflake, in all her brashness and fire, had seemed like a serious competitor in his life - someone he would have difficulty overcoming. Indeed, Ji had been the first to make that impression. And now Kozue. It was because of this shock that Genji didn't immediately notice Kozue's hand still lightly gripping his blade. It wasn't until he shifted slightly and felt the tug on Hinote that he realized this.
Looking at the blade, noting her hand upon it, Genji's anger returned full force. But he was in control once more, not the emotion. He had become the detached Tempest, the man made infamous by his sheer lack of care when facing an enemy - by his desire to conquer rather than be conquered. And that Genji tolerated others touching his weaponry even less than the emotional one. “Remove your unworthy hand from Hinote. Or I shall remove it for you.” His voice was emotionless, the words intoned without inflection. “There is much that I tolerate in my life. That is not one of them. My blades are mine own - forged with my strength and by my hands.” He looked directly into her eyes. There was a promise in the depths of his sea-colored eyes - a promise dark and deadly as the storm from which he takes his name. A promise of what, not even he could say in that moment. But one thing was certain - he no longer had much interest in Atsushi at the moment. Whether that would change later once they were alone was another matter entirely.
