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Life was quiet now. A mere 2 years after Izanami and Izanagi's awakenings, well, there was little more to say. Each day had come and gone, as dull as the last. No, there was nothing more to say.
Hei looked at his fingers, uninterested. His hair was just long enough to be a nuisance but still too short to tie back, eyes still the same flat navy they'd always been. He stood up, masking himself with a swift downward motion, and stepped outside. The moon was resonant in its silvery light, and he was reminded of the pale hair that he knew so well.
"Hei." Twin drops of rose, deep wine-colored eyes looked at him as he stepped out. He looked back at them through the miniscule slits of his carefully designed mask, the last he had at that moment. He would have to get more, he noted, if he wanted to maintain a cover, even though a select number had already shattered this. More knives, too.
"Hei," Yin repeated. "You're leaving."
"I'll be back," he promised in a cool, crisp voice as his hand drew over her shoulder for a moment. Then he turned away and leapt into the night, as a single grappling claw carried him into the fake stars.
His eyes were set on his known destination, but his mind wandered, like any human's would. Mao, he hadn't seen Mao in a while, he thought. He'd arrange something soon. Come to think of it, Mao was with that officer, Kirihara, most of the time. But that was Mao- dying to have a piece of the action, yet so uninterested in getting involved. Yin, on the other hand, was becoming more independent each day, he noted with equal weight in his mind. He'd seen no traces of Izanami within her ever since that fated day those 2 years ago, but at the same time, he knew that Izanami existed. He could feel that callous presence, and while he couldn't put his finger to its origin, he knew it was in the town, and from the looks of the common murders of contractors and humans alike, she- or it- was certainly active and very much alive.
Those two years ago, he recalled, were both the best and worst of his life. He had lost many a friend, too many, but he had spent each day with Yin, and that alone brought him enough joy to continue on.
But today- not today, but this passing period of time- had the sickening feeling of a dream too close to ending, on the verge between perfection and the waking world.
His eyes found his target and he sprang.
