Yang shuffled against the gaze he almost knew was pointed at him. He did a 180° and successfully sent the splinters flying with his kick. His habit came in and he was thankful he had his straw to nibble on. He threw another kick and swung, the wood completely broken to pieces.
A swirling sound could be heard, and after, the breaking of something—something hard (he didn't know what, exactly) and an almost inaudible curse.
He turned to the source to find Yin looking at the destroyed mannequin that was a cross from a glare and something of indifference. She sighed and she looked like she almost sagged in pensiveness. She turned to his direction and, well, maybe would have walked towards the door—which was conveniently placed behind him—if she hadn't noticed him.
He can tell the apprehension his sisters is trying to hide so well. She bites her lip when he has the instinct to possibly gnaw at his straw until it breaks. Yo—who wasn't here right now—wouldn't have seen the well-masked disturbance practically radiating—at least to him—from the girl, but he knows better. Being the pinkette's twin and closest friend—which both of them may or may not usually beg to differ—does that to you.
Yang catches the quick movement of Yin looking away for less than half a second and he has to wonder what it is that makes her so anxious around him. He bends down to pick up the pieces of wood on the floor. There's something iffy about her behavior and he racks his brain, trying to remember something, anything, that may had provoked her.
She walks—just the tinniest bit stiffly—then, to the door before going out and looking for another mannequin to practice her combat skills (and not her mystical ones, she adds stingingly). He goes to picking up the rest of the wood and—inconveniently—accidently wounds himself with a particularly sharp one.
He hisses and stands up, licking his middle finger for a moment, before deciding to get a broom and make this easier. He can hear the rustle of movement and, habitually, imagines Yin using her mystic powers to carry the doll to the training area again. He grabs the broom and sweeps up the ground.
She knows something, he figures, but he doesn't know what it is, exactly. He has this connection with Yin where both of them can tell what the other is thinking or feeling. But it's not perfect, and there are something things he can't tell from Yin and other things she can't figure out from him.
Like how he feels.
He shakes his head and bites down on the plant in his mouth (It's already almost broken, he'll need to find a new one.). He doesn't like thinking such pressing thoughts during the day, it's disturbing him, and, sooner or later, someone might pick up on the signals he's giving off if he starts.
He hears the padded movements of his sister going here and his stomach drops in something akin to slight fear. But, with a shake of the head, he discards the thoughts and doesn't look up when Yin enters the room, already knowing his sister wouldn't want to look at him right now.
I'm trying to do this as fast as I can. Because, ya know, school's a bitch. And damn, am I easily distracted. I'm going to try to keep my updates faster than a month, so I hope I finish them before December, or, at the least, before the year ends.
Sorry if nothing's happening here. I tell you, not a lot's gonna happen in the story. It's all going to mostly be thoughts and feelings, cause I'm totally creative and exciting that way ;P.