Himura Battousai: Reflections
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Tomoe
Sometimes you forget, because of what he is capable of, that Battousai is still a child. The wooden top is proof of that. But even a child can kill. And this one has – more than most men twice his age.
Your eyes close as you think back on a dark, wet night, and the sudden, sharp copper tang of blood becoming rain. Creeping closer, your hand tightens on the tanto. Your knuckles are white. The vivid scar marring his face stands out against his pale skin. And yet – and yet, your hand falls limp, settling on your scarf instead.
Gently, you cover his shoulders, the soft purple incongruous against his dark red hair and deep blue gi – and yet somehow fitting. A sheath for the blade…
Because however hard you try to ignore it, he is only a child. A tool. Just like you.
A/N: First of all, thanks go to sueb262 and Hitokiri Jinchuu for their reviews.
This is an experiment in second person; it isn't really a perspective I'm comfortable writing in. And I have taken a bit of artistic license with the scene. Feedback will be appreciated.