the penultimate chapter in this collection! ;o; I've had too much fun with this, I'm sincerely sad to see it come to a close... still! I hope you all enjoyed this thus far! please continue showing me your support through your reviews and faves/alerts!
Theme~ #8: Cracking Knuckles
Zen is annoyed. Obi can tell.
Mitsuhide can probably tell too, judging by the tension in his shoulders and his flickering gaze. This isn't surprising, considering Mitsuhide's known Zen longest, and Obi half-grins at the idea that maybe he knows Zen just as well.
The group of men in front of them are drunk, but that doesn't seem to dull their tongues. "You think you can just bump into me and get away with it?" one of them roars, staggering uncertainly. As he speaks, the man's companions form a loose circle around them. "Huh, pretty boy? Are you just gonna stand there?"
Zen's jaw is set and his eyes are narrowed. His fingers twitch for a fraction of a second. That gets Mitsuhide's attention, and he's by Zen's side in a flash.
"Let's go," he murmurs, loud enough for Obi to hear.
Obi sees Zen pause, deliberating an answer, but he cuts in before the prince can speak. "It's alright, Mitsuhide." Obi ignores the warning frown.
"But-"
"It's alright," Zen repeats, cracking his knuckles. There's an easy smile on his face, but his eyes are cold.
When they're done, the unconscious men scattered about and the bystanders dissipated, Zen breaks the silence.
"They didn't even know who I was," he scowls, and Obi suddenly remembers how young he is, how brash when angered or worried, and the heavy weight set upon him by his duty-
"It's alright to let loose every now and then, Master," Obi says.
Zen looks at him (gratefully? Obi wonders) and nods.
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