Home Almost Alone
Shun frowns at the piece of paper in front of him. It's ripped with over a quarter of it missing. He growls lowly, looking ready to rip apart even further, but instead looks up to Dan's window. He scowls at the light coming from the window and the warmth in there, but he's not welcomed there anymore. Some friends they are. He scoffs and looks over at the paper again. Despite the torrents of rain, the writing is still eligible. Though just barely. He sighs, leaning back against the tree. Utterly bored out of his mind. He starts wondering where things went wrong. The plan was flawless, until the trust in the group was gone. Though, he still has Alice to fall back onto. She's owed him for a little while, so he just asked one simple favour. If everything goes to plan, then he'll have succeeded. Of course, she doesn't know that she's helping him like that, and he doesn't particularly care to tell her.
Yes, he misses them. He misses being there with the Brawlers, without a care in the world. That was stupid though, why did some idiot think that carting him off was going to help at all? Now, he's stuck and completely isolated. The Brawlers, if compared to them, then the Brawlers aren't his friends. If only compared to the others though. He remembers that day so perfectly, so clearly that it breaks his heart. It breaks his soul, and the very core of his being. It's just not the same. It's a constant pain. He misses them. So much…
"Kazami, Shun," a voice says, stepping from the shadows.
Shun glowers up at the figure in a brown cloak. Gold flashes behind him. More eyes turn to the person, unhappily. He can feel his closest friend place his hand on the scabbard of his sword. People don't just drop in like that. He looks like an upper counsel man, but looks can be deceiving. He chuckles lowly.
"What do you want?" Shun growls.
"The dangers are too great. For safety reasons, and none other, you are to be separated," the man says. "Good day."
Shun's hand clenches into a fist. He pounds the tree harshly, venting anger and frustrations that he kept locked for too long. They don't remember, if they're still there. Dan and the others don't know how it feels to lose everything in one instant. Everything that ever mattered, gone. He glares up at the window. Forget it. Forget what he told Alice. He's just going to take care of everything now. He has to do that. It's the only way he can avenge what happened that day. His mother too. She could rest in peace if he succeeds.
The door bangs against the wall and everyone flinches. Shun ignores their expressions as he enters. He knows that he isn't welcomed amongst them anymore.
"Get out, Shun," Ace growls.
Shun looks up at them, glaring with an almost murderous intent. Dan backs off immediately. Julie and Mira gasp. No, they don't know him anymore. Shun's grip on the soggy piece of paper tightens. It's time. Even if he isn't ready for them yet, he'll just have to make do. He throws the paper, and it sticks to the leg of Dan's bed.
"If you want me gone, then you're out of luck," Shun replies finally, his voice monotonous.
Suddenly, a bright purple, magenta light bursts from the piece of paper. The colour turns into a physical presence, like a pillar. Everything in the room starts being pulled into it. They look to Shun, because they didn't really, truly believe that he was to blame, until now. Shun just watches the pillar of colour through nearly lifeless eyes. He isn't bothered about them, and they can see that. It's absolutely infuriating to them. Then, the suction power increases and they're forced to grab onto things to keep from being sucked in themselves. Shun isn't bothered by it though, he's still just standing there, holding onto nothing and not even moving an inch. Then he sighs, finally bored of their antics and moves over to Julie and Mira, prying their fingers off whatever it was they were holding onto. He repeats that with everyone until the pillar of light closes. There's no one left in the room, not even Shun, but he was the only one who went voluntarily, closing the portal behind him.
The paper floats away from the leg of the bed. It flutters to the ground. The only sign that what happened, actually happened.
Disclaimer: I own the plot and the 'upper counsel man'. Everything else goes to their rightful, respected owners.