#haemoniron

Catra was out in the lowest parts of Fibonacci ward past dark. She was on orders from Shigaraki to observe a deal a local street gang and rival of the league was conducting. At this hour only stray cats like her were awake. Catra was on the rooftop, crouched on all fours. She had a black cloak pulled over her usual red ensemble, which made her blend in almost perfectly with the dark. 

She was just a pair of glowing eyes in the dark. She watched. 

Below the street gang was attempting to purchase bullets. Catra saw several of the hooded members try to sneak behind the vendor with silver hair, and she got the idea these men weren’t planning on paying. Too bad. Catra felt sorry for her. She wondered what Adora would do in this situation. Probably jump in and play hero. Ick. Yuck. 

Then, she remembered what Shigaraki told her. She was free to kill the people she didn’t like. Catra pounced from above, and landed on top of one of the attackers. She landed perfectly like a gymnast, right on his face. She jumped up, bouncing off of him and looked around. She heard the sound of several gun shots. It was earsplitting, and she brought her clawed hands to both of her ears recoiling from the noise. 

When she looked up again there was blood everywhere. It was the last thing she expected to see. The silver haired woman was standing in the middle of a field of red flowers. Disortiented, Catra failed to comprehend the scene before her eyes. It was nothing like flowers, but rather a large amount of death. She was shaking. She thought this woman was terrifying. She thought this woman was beautiful. She saw the woman sucking blood down and thought this woman must have been inextricably linked to death. 

Catra's lip twitched and she smirked. 

“How did you get so good at killing shit?”  Play it cool. Play it cool. 

“Shooooya! One hundred and ten percent max effort!”

Shirou shouted as he pushed a mop down the hallways of the manor. Usually he was quiet to respect his stoic employer. He was someone who did not like the silence much and preferred to babble rather than endure it, but Shirou considered her needs far more important than her own. The only reason he was making a fuss and trying so hard on this day was because he was in a rush to get done early. 

As he put the mop back away, Shirou took his apron off with a heroic flair. “Ma’am, I finished early so let’s go to the festival today.” Shirou began to notice, in this remote mansion some days it was just the two of them. He did not think the missus hunter was a bad person she was probably just shy. 

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@haemoneiron​SAID :  ‘ [attention]

 Crow was ignoring her.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Crow was always distant, but this was different. Catra liked to pretend she was loud and obnoxious and too self important to care about others, but the truth was her eyes were trained to always notice the slightest changes in people’s demeanor. Because Catra knew even the softest of touches could destroy someone. 

Crow showed no change at all. She didn’t criticize, she didn’t coldly lecture, she didn’t offer distant praise. She didn’t even stare at Catra with the expectation that Catra should figure out what’s wrong herself. She simply was not looking at her. She simply was not there.

Crow was right next to her, but she was flying away. 

“Was, it something I did? I said or did something and instead of just telling me, you decided to be a big baby about it.” 

Catra doesn’t know why - but the reason has to be her, it’s always her. Something she said, or maybe something she did. She’s the one whose wrong, she is the one who drives everyone away.

“It’s always me, isn’t it? Why is it always me? Stop blaming me.” 

What is crow feeling right now? Was she happy, angry, sad, she could not imagine. How she should act so that Crow did not leave, she failed to imagine. 

The worst thing wasn’t being hated. It wasn’t even that bad having someone try to kill you. She liked fighting Adora. She liked it because it hurt Adora as much as it did her, and when she saw that pain on Adora’s face she dared to imagine she might be someone important. 

The worst is being left. Left with nothing. 

“Hey, I said stop!” 

A crow flies away, and a cat without wings cannot follow her. Catra reached out and dragged her claws across Crow’s face. Only then did Crow pay attention. Only then did she look. Catra’s angry, at least she thought she was but then her voice started to crack.