#codechivalric

         “Sena-senpai...” He glances over at his senior with eyes-- heavy with needless guilt and utter confusion. When he’s alone, Tsukasa tends to get caught up in his own thoughts. His habit of mulling over things too long rather than letting it ferment in the depths of his mind bothers him-- but it’s the way he’s lived up until now, isn’t it? Perching on himself on the chair next to Izumi, he notes that the usual meeting place for Knights is empty except for him and Izumi. Of course, their king was nowhere to be seen-- and his other senpais claimed they were too busy to come to practice today.

        While his leader has informed him a little about Knights’s bloody past during club activities once, Tsukasa still doesn’t quite know the full story. He may be nosy and just trying to meddle in with his seniors’ affairs, but... he desperately wanted to know how Knights was in its earlier stage-- was it in its prime? Has his addition to the group wreak havoc upon the dynamic? His shining seniors with such knightly finesse... what sort of blood did they have to shed to fight their way to the top?

having piles upon piles of chocolates during this time of year for izumi was no surprise, considering that he was apart of one of yumenosaki’s top units and gained lots of attention from being a model. approaching this time of year, ritsu often noticed the dread in his sullen face, where he faces the issue of how can i get these girls to leave me alone oh my god?

‘ hmm... ~ secchan’s a real weirdo, so it’s not surprise that maa-kun’s teammate runs away from you. you know, maa~kun tells me that you should stay away. ’ as if mao could ever be that direct, but it’s okay because with ritsu’s selective hearing, that was essentially what he was getting at, right? he pops one of the store-bought chocolates into his mouth, only to have his face scrunch up in mild disgust. he quickly swallows so that it doesn’t linger around his palette for long. ‘ does secchan get gross chocolate like this every year? our fans must really hate you, fufufu ~ ’

in any other situation, circumstance, moment in their life, it would have been humourous – hysterical even. it’s so ironic that ritsu, sakuma ritsu who claims that his powers come from his vampire blood and uses it to excuse his poor sleeping behaviours, is the one who has to remind his fellow knights mate for practice. to even believe that he’s not the last one there, walking into the room with droplets of tears resting on the corners of his eyes, an indication of the deep slumber he was in prior, was nothing but an odd surprise to anyone.

perhaps things would have turned out differently, if he had actually made it to the practice room. to enter and actually see the remnants of shattered swords littered around the empty space, waiting. they’ve been waiting for days, weeks, months even, too long in the midst of their directionless paths, but that day wouldn’t have been waiting for their guide, nor waiting for the expected latecomer. alas, it would be the comrade that ritsu finds himself encountering on his way. silver hair and a fair complexion that reflected an image of a shining blade entrusted to the hands of the brave and loyal knights; he seemed to embody their unit’s image the most, was what ritsu believed.

but ever since that act of disappearance, the vanishings of the man who named himself their king, the knights and their swords in hand have lost that shine that would bind them together, harmoniously. more notably, the shine that practically radiated from sena izumi. it was still there, at least, that’s what ritsu wants to think. it’s there, but he thinks that it’s different. forced, almost? as if to fill the void of boisterous wahahas ✩ and spurts of energy, cold and irritable secchan tried to take the initiative to shine as bright as he did, for the sake of holding onto that string of unity. of course, he does it all in his own lovely secchan-way.

but what does this lone vampire know? he can only observe and evaluate, never really going out of his way to understand what he was decoding. he just assumes. or maybe they’re just fleeting wonders? like how stumbling across on his path, something uncommon to encounter when ritsu was usually the only one to run late on practices, meant that there was something wrong with knights. or maybe it was just secchan? nonetheless, they all amount to nothing, as these thoughts quickly vanish without a trace, just like their leader had done. he doesn’t pry, ask, inquire, question. he doesn’t confront.