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Rating: T

Theme: General

Discription: Kyo just sits alone, thinking about his life, and a certain someone.

Contemplation

A cool night breeze blew through the trees and rustled Kyo's hair around languidly. Well, it wasn't technically his hair, but it was as long as he was the one in control. There was a soft and incessant splashing noise coming from the nearby pond as the water fountain calmly dripped water down its spout. Kyo took another sip of sake and wished that his generous intake of the alcohol would cause Kyoshiro's liver to fail as it burned its way down his throat.

He scratched his chest lazily and leaned his head back to breath in deeply, vaguely wondering where Slave Number One disappeared to. Probably taking advantage of the temporary set of a hotel and bathing.

Again.

Kyo almost smiled as the mental picture of her wading in waist deep water and surrounded by misty steam worked its way into his mind. Then he frowned, taking a particularly long draft of sake to chase the image away. He didn't need to deal with this again. Not that stupid pain and weakness.

He wasn't even sure why he kept her with him. For kicks, maybe? He looked off into the trees and swirled the bottle of alcohol around. Whatever it was, it wasn't a good idea. He could feel it deep in his gut that the plan to keep that girl alive and with him was a horrible idea. One of his worst.

Not that he really went around making bad plans; they just sort of seemed to follow him around, and he wasn't going to be the one to tell her that she couldn't follow him. The frown Kyo wore on his face got considerably meaner and he again took a small sip of sake. The bitch was far too trusting for her own good. Get herself killed one day, she would, all because she was nice to him. She wasn't naïve, just stupid.

Ugly, too.

Which was another attribute to the enigma of why he let the girl tag along with him; she didn't have anything worth offering to him as any form of sexual intercourse, not that she would let him get close enough to do it. Not that he would want it, either.

Plus, she's violent. Always noisy, complaining, or trying to sell him to authorities. Kyo sighed softly. He knew that that wasn't true. She talked big, but she never would follow through with it.

I believe you Kyo…

Kyo jerked his head back violently and crushed the small earthen cup he had in his hand, causing the contents to spill over his hand and drip onto his lap, not that he noticed. He hated that she did that to his mental state, causing him to question himself over and over again. It was so simple before she came along and did that.

Kill them, and the problem would stop. The end.

But that wouldn't work with Yuya. She made him want to let her live, to watch her live, as a matter of fact. She was fun to watch living, and the thought of her dead was…

Unspeakable.

Unreal.

Never going to happen, Kyo thought defiantly as he shook his hand around lightly to rid it of the sake. He knew the way to get her gone; leave her behind at this very inn and never let her catch him.

A wayward bird in the dark let out a single long and mournful note as a prelude to the sound of wings fluttering off. Kyo stood, picked up his sword, and began to walk off of the small platform he was sitting on. He was going to leave. Tonight. He was going to put an end to his seemingly never ending befuddlement, and let the girl fend for herself. He was the killer of a thousand men, for god's sake; he could leave a woman to her own means.

His feet carried him to the fence surrounding the entirety of the Inn, where he froze, seemingly unable to continue his quest away from these people, and particular person, whom traveled with him. Kyo grit his teeth and mentally growled at his feet to move.

They refused.

He raised his head to the sky in exasperation and looked at the moon, half concealed by clouds. What do you want from me?

There was no longer a need to contemplate. He knew what he was going to do and he planned on doing it, even if his feet didn't want to. Suddenly he froze as the sound of feet stepping on wood was heard and the all-too-familiar scent of lilacs proved the presence of Yuya Shiina. He turned his head to the side to watch her walk around the room, placing her clothing down and shaking out a blanket.

She did that a lot after the spider-attack.

Kyo felt his face join the anarchy with his feet and start to smile. She reached down her shirt and brought up her wallet, humming happily to herself. She jingled it around a bit and the sound of jingling coins caused her to giggle and then lay down in the futon she had designated herself, spreading out and pulling the covers up.

She snuggled around a bit, then reached over and grabbed the lantern, blowing out the flame and submerging herself in darkness. Kyo's feet moved, now, but not in the direction he was telling them to. Instead, they went into the room and stood over the curled up figure of the girl.

She sighed, oblivious to him, and snuggled around a bit, smiling in the content way that people only could when they laid in a bed when they were truly tired.

She was asleep in the next few seconds, and his feet still wouldn't let him move. He was forced by his body to watch Ugly sleep, drooling slightly. He gritted his teeth together and clamped his eyes shut in a new attempt to move. When it didn't work he just sighed again, opened his eyes and sat on the floor against the wall.

He would try again tomorrow.