Okay, I had this idea for Shinji, so I uploaded it now. The angst may be a little out of character, but I really wanted to highlight the guilt part. Lame repetition/choppiness is lame.

And this is the last one. I may start a new set of Vizard drabbles (centering on everyday life/humor) but I don't know yet.

Chapter 8: Shinji Hirako


It's all my fault, he told himself. I should've known better. Should've done something. Should've stopped him.

(The first time he lost control, he tore his old captain's haori apart)

For a while there would be days where he went without speaking to anyone. After the bitter silence had passed there would be a fresh sandal-shaped bruise on his cheek.

It's all my fault.

And another one.

(The second time they found him sitting on the floor, long strands of blonde hair scattered around him like slivers of gold)

For a while there were moments where he shook with concentrated rage (or was it guilt?). For a long while, there were moments where he thought he could hear the smug bastard laughing, and he fought the urge to scream.

(The third time he told them he was sorry, and Hiyori broke his nose)