Notes
Call this an experiment...
It was over.
...well...almost.
Kyo Kusanagi lay beaten and bloody before him. His leg was broken; his arms were limp; his power was exhausted. The only thing left was the killing blow.
"How I've waited for this," Iori oozed, advancing with a manic grin. He lit up a flame in his palm - then reconsidered, snuffing it out. He wanted to do this with his claws...with his bare hands.
All too quickly, he loomed over him. As Kyo scowled in defiance, Iori grabbed him with his left hand, lifting him up by the neck. He then reared back his right hand, ready to end this, ready to destroy his hate and rage at the source...
...until he realized...it was already fading.
Clearly, Kyo was finished. Iori could kill him at any time.
He had done that. He had done it.
Iori had won.
...and honestly? That was enough.
Abruptly he dropped him, letting his body hit the floor. "Another time, Kusanagi," he sneered at him. "...try to do better when it comes."
As he turned and started walking, Iori could feel Kyo's vengeful glare...and his grin got wider than ever.