Shigure stared at the ceiling silently, obviously awaiting something.
Solemnly, he sat on a chair by the kitchen table, gazing around the
darkened room with acute and vigilant eyes. A quiet song ran its way
through his head.
Any minute now . . .
Outside, crickets chirped unsubtly, and the full moon was cloaked by the grey cirrus clouds that wandered the skies.
Waiting . . .
The dark-haired man moved his hand to swiftly flick a troublesome strand of stray hair out of his face.
Waiting . . .
Sounds were heard outside, of approaching footsteps. The inu shut his eyes softly and waited.
Waiting . . .
A pause, the sounds temporarily muffled. Inwardly, Shigure anxiously urged the footsteps to continue.
So close . . .
The door opened with a crash. Kyo's voice cried out as the bucket of cold water fell from its precarious perch on the frame and onto his head, soaking him in cold liquid.
From inside the kitchen, Shigure was giggling madly.
Ninmu Kanryou.
Any minute now . . .
Outside, crickets chirped unsubtly, and the full moon was cloaked by the grey cirrus clouds that wandered the skies.
Waiting . . .
The dark-haired man moved his hand to swiftly flick a troublesome strand of stray hair out of his face.
Waiting . . .
Sounds were heard outside, of approaching footsteps. The inu shut his eyes softly and waited.
Waiting . . .
A pause, the sounds temporarily muffled. Inwardly, Shigure anxiously urged the footsteps to continue.
So close . . .
The door opened with a crash. Kyo's voice cried out as the bucket of cold water fell from its precarious perch on the frame and onto his head, soaking him in cold liquid.
From inside the kitchen, Shigure was giggling madly.
Ninmu Kanryou.