The Serpent Beneath
He had returned. So many years had passed, yet he had still returned. His appearance was not much changed, and feelings felt towards him had not much changed either. The things thought and feelings felt in his regard the day after he left were still firmly entrenched in everyone who had been present. In many, many ways, no one had changed…
Except for his favorite. The one he had twisted into his own creation, bent beyond recognition, and then abandoned for another world. Perhaps he should've known, should've brought him, because the young man could only have become a monster after that. No, monster didn't quite convey it – it was more that he could only become a danger to the one who left.
And so now, here he was, standing with his back against the wall, more worn out than he had expected to be, his former subordinate before him. He smirked – it wasn't in Gin's nature to ever show weakness.
This was his favorite, but as Kira scowled deeply at him and raised his sword for another onslaught, Gin came to the conclusion that this was the only way it could be – the only way out was through. And then he wondered…
When had the flower become like the hornet?