Kage
A Yami no Matsuei drabble by Setzuka
T rated drabble. Seiichirou ponders his craft.
Seiichirou Tatsumi sat behind his desk, thinking idly. He'd already completed his allotted tasks for the day. There would be no paperwork to keep him in the office, preventing him from going to an empty home. If it could be called a home, that is.
He pulled forth his art, making the shadow that the coffee mug cast across his desk in the afternoon sun dance and swirl in the air above. It was so simple to do. It was easy for Seiichirou to cause darkness itself to do his bidding. And it was all too easy to bring about the end of another with it, to snuff out the light shining in the unfortunate victim's eyes. Hadn't been all those years ago?
It wasn't as though he had intended for things to occur that way. Her voice had nagged at him so, as it always had. She never listened to him. Seiichirou had only wanted her to be silent for one moment, his head pounding from the sound of her voice. Instead, she was made silent forever.
Anger is an enemy Tatsumi tries to keep at bay even now. He must be so outwardly cold sometimes, or falsely pleasant when he has no desire to be. Lest that terrible power escape as it had once before. He pretends that the loneliness doesn't bother him, that the stares he receives don't affect him. Who could love someone made of darkness itself?
As the sun begins to set, Seiichirou decides to recheck the accounts. It's not as though there is anyone waiting for him at home, besides shadow.
End