Aggravation.
T: This is drabble number five in my seven sins project and as such it's less plot driven than my usual fair! Angst and a little character exploration that may lead to OOC tendencies! Spoilers for X17. X belongs, as always, to the wondrous Clamp.
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The instant that the marks had begun to fade from his skin he had gone numb.
He'd done what he'd had to do at the mansion…had given Kamui a final helping hand…then he had gone to 'make sense of it all.'
He had chased shadows…ghosts…for a while before he'd found a 'lead'.
Before he'd found a place to 'belong'.
It'd only been once the 'other Kamui' had appeared…once the complete and utter childishness of the 'gift' had sunk in…that he'd 'come back' to himself.
He'd begun simply by throwing the container and its burden across the room, the foolishness of such an action only coming to him a moment after the thing had left his grip.
Yet, though he regretted endangering the 'gift', he found that he could not quite regret the anger that'd driven him to the action…found that, somehow, venting himself in such a manner, had made everything 'better'.
After that he indulged the emotion completely; antique furniture and precious heirlooms all becoming victims to his anger.
Eventually he lost the energy to continue on such a relentless crusade and, surrounded by broken shards of wood and china, he'd finally found his tears again…had finally let go what little emotion was left in his heart.
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T: That's it! This is based around the sin of wrath, for those curious! R+R.