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Sentiment

Summary:

“I really don’t get you family obsessed types.”

Kagero’s response was said with a wry tone. “And I really don’t get how you can act so nonchalant about your family.”

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written in like, an hour. not beta read, I apologize for any errors!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Honestly, she hadn’t meant for it to slip out, though it wasn’t that she particularly cared that it did. If anything, she was just surprised that her subconscious cared about the thought enough to let it out with the subtle moving of her unwitting lips. After all, any unnecessary movements were all just one big pain in the ass in her books.

Regardless, before she had even realized it, Arashi had let her words fly with a tired sigh.

“I really don’t get you family obsessed types.”

Kikuchiba felt quieter than usual despite having eight of her comrades engaging in tactical discussion with one another only a few paces ahead. Having dispatched the crowds of Others on her way here with her teammates, Arashi supposed it was common sense that the ruined city now hung heavy in a dense quiet. Their voices, combined with their footsteps crunching and grinding against the dirt covered rubble beneath them proved to be just enough sound to mask her comment from being overheard by anyone but its intended recipient.

Walking in step at her side, Kagero hummed. Still, his response was said with a wry tone. “And I really don’t get how you can act so nonchalant about your family.”

If Arashi cared enough, she would have rolled her eyes. What a daring perspective. And what an original accusatory implication to go along with it. First it was Kasane, but now Kagero was getting on her case about her views on family as well? At least in regards to Kasane, the girl was merely making an effort in understanding Arashi’s perspective, as her experience with her own family was far different than that of Arashi’s. In Kagero’s case, on the other hand… Well, needless to say, he was carrying on in being the smarmiest asshole known to New Himuka. That contemptuous cadence of his said it all.

“Fubuki’s life is his own,” Arashi found herself speaking anyway, unsure as to why she felt the need to explain. “Going out of my way to keep tabs on him isn’t worth the effort or the trouble.”

Contrary to her words, a dark memory from the far off past threatened to bubble to the surface; a memory of her inability to move correctly; a memory of excruciating pain; a memory of a pen held between sweat slicked fingers. A memory of Fubuki’s smile, a gentle warmth shimmering in his amber eyes.

Arashi scratched her thumbnail with her forefinger, casting the thoughts aside. “And while I get what you’re saying about protecting your kid’s existence, the fact of the matter is she’s already dead.”

Social etiquette wasn’t a foreign concept to Arashi. She was well aware that her remark went beyond inquiring conversation to overstepping a thin line that shouldn’t be crossed. But she also knew herself well enough to know that beating around the bush and not speaking her mind wasn’t a part of her style. It wasn’t to say that she couldn’t sympathize or understand why Kagero came to the emotional conclusions he did, but trying to fit it together within Arashi’s own inner machinery was an impossible task.

Living for over two thousand years and fighting countless battles, all for the sake of preserving some corpse? Talk about a waste of time.

Well aware that she had brought it on herself, Arashi braced for a shout in her ear, some kind of loud outburst. Hell, maybe even a knife to her throat, not that it would have the time to cut deep before she slipped away with Hypervelocity.

Instead, what greeted her was a clipped laugh, bitter and adorned with pity.

“I knew there was a reason why we could never get along.”

As pointless of a movement and waste of energy that it was, Arashi craned her head back to look up at Kagero. The high collar of his cape blocked her view of his mouth but there was no mistaking the narrowing of his eyes, brows pinching together as he met her gaze.

It was a derisive smirk, condescending and hostile.

A real charmer, this one, Arashi thought, feeling something akin to anger itching the back of her neck. Though, I suppose I’m not much different. It was a disgusting thought, that they could be similar in a way, but one that Arashi didn’t fancy wasting her mental state on denying.

Exhausting needless effort for a final time, Arashi quickened her pace with the desire to step ahead of Kagero… Not that she needed to, in any event. Not with how infatuated with the past he was. “I couldn’t agree more.” Arashi tossed the words over her shoulder with a lazy wave of her hand. “Seems that’s the only sentiment we share.”

Whether Kagero intended to reply or not was of no importance to Arashi. As if their little heart-to-heart had never happened, she fell into step next to her trusted comrades; determined to fight for tomorrow, for their own sakes.

Notes:

I apologize if I wrote Arashi a bit too harshly but also I think she’d be a bigger dick than usual toward Kagero, because damn. she kinda fucking hates him, especially early on lmaoo

anyway, uh, hi, I’m back with this tiny SNX fic because I started replaying Kasane’s route & all of my emos came flooding back to me. I love this game too much lol