One day...we'll all go to Earth together. As a family. That's what we decided, what we promised Mommy. But that baldy left us all the time. And then you left, leaving us behind. Leaving me behind.
You don't need weaklings, you said. You don't need weaklings like me.
Kamui could feel his Yato blood, hear the roaring in his mind that told him that he had to fight here, he had to win, to kill...There would never be any prey more thrilling!
They were supposed to be back up on his division's mission; he decided from the start to just kill them all. It seemed the Harusame didn't just love to act as if they could leash him, but that he was all bark and no bite. It'd be fun to teach them their mistake later, but for now he wanted to meet the one who was causing him so much trouble, sending even his second in command, Abuto crashing into the wall.
Ah, don't misunderstand. He wasn't worried about the man in the least! Abuto was grinning ear to ear, just as pleased to have a real fight after spending so long onboard with people he couldn't even kill. Besides, Kamui decided, smiling as he always did, if he was weak enough for that to take him down, he'd just kill the blond right then and there.
But he also knew that Abuto was relatively strong; not as strong as he was of course, but strong enough that he'd never lose without one hell of a fight. Whoever hit him could even be on his own level, a fight worth all the time he wasted out here in space.
Kamui had yet to see his opponent; the soil on this planet was fine and light, creating dusty clouds as the fighting raged on, both bodies and warning bullets hitting the ground. He knew it was a Yato. That much he could tell from instinct and experience fighting his own kind. But who? The Yato clan was few in numbers, so he may've already met this person or their family before. But if he had, how hadn't he realised their potential then?
The dust began to clear, and even he, riled up for battle, froze. What shocked him wasn't that the person demolishing his whole crew was a young girl, fourteen or fifteen at most. It wasn't how she stared at him, even as she sent one pirate after another flying. It was her blue eyes, just like his own. It was her familiar umbrella, her red hair, and her cold smile.
When he left home, when he left her there to watch their mother slowly die, he thought he was leaving behind a weak part of himself. He had no idea that he'd instead created a monster.
You know, Nii-chan? You were right. I don't need weaklings either.
Weaklings like you.