Just a little drabble about what might happen if/when Inumuta is defeated by Ryuko. Point of view is Inmuta if you can't figure it out by context. Eventual InmutaxNonon. Two chapters- second chapter will be up sometime... in the distant future... because... high school...
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Pride
Defeated. There he lay, the last bits of a once-great man, well, student.
He just laid there and laid there; he was quite naked too. He had been stripped of his three stars of glory and pride by the damned Kamui holder. Pride and intelligence were all he had, just ten minutes ago, but his pride was gone now, like hell he'd lose his intelligence. It was the only that still separated him from the rest; not much good it did now, though- he didn't even have a home, or even a school to go to. Nobody could take away his brain, though, and he puffed up with a little pride with that thought, although he didn't have much use for pride anymore.
He thought that he'd have that triple-starred pride forever- the pride that could only be taken away by a god- and it was, it was taken away by that girl in the god outfit. She even had the looks to match in that revealing thing. She, that crimson flash, the vermilion blaze, was one step closer to Lady Satsuki, although he wasn't quite sure if he still had to add the Lady to the Satsuki anymore.
He briefly wondered who would take his place, if anybody would even take his place, and thought, well, the goku uniform had the power to change a man, it could happen. And if a goku uniform could work such magic, well, was his intelligence all that real? Was it all just a flash of magic, cast by the aloof Lady Satsuki? Who would be the man to take all his hard earned pride and thrust it onto their undeserving shoulders?
He mused- the life of a loser can be quite hard. He wasn't quite sure what would happen now- no more fancy mansion, no other place to go, no people to see- subordinates don't make for good kinship, and he wasn't quite sure what his relationship with the other four was. But, that led him to the next topic of thought- Nonon Jakuzure.
He thought, again, he was doing quite a lot of thinking today; after all, he was practically knocked out on the broken ground, about Nonon. She was cute, and he used to see her all the time, they were sort-of-friends, but in a maybe-we-want-more kind of way. He always used to think about her from time to time, he wondered what she thought of him, and if maybe he had a chance with that airy, musical girl. He wondered if, maybe, she was thinking of him right now- his cold body on the ground- the man without a shred of pride- the man who no longer had a place where he belonged. She was probably thinking about him with disgust, he had shamed Lady Satsuki, after all. Although, there wasn't much he could do about that, he had no reason to get his pride back, and there probably wasn't even a way to do such things. He didn't have the resolve of Sanageyama, and he certainly didn't have any need to go back to that place- the place he had partly ruled over with his brains. Lady Satsuki also had an iron hand that would probably never let him obtain his elite pride once again.
Maybe, just maybe, if he lay here, forever, his troubles would drift away in the crisp, frozen wind that blew around him. Maybe, just maybe, the people he once knew would forget about him, in time, and he could float away, out of existence.
