#mujonainu

The waiting-- the waiting is always the hardest, the most difficult.

Not the smell of blood that littered the streets and the fields that the broken bodies of their companions had lived in, sinking into the soil below. Not the smell of urine that lingered in every crevice, one so wretched that the girl hardly noticed anymore. Nor the smell of rot and decay that lingered in every footstep, in every patch of dirt, those did not stir her.

The silence that filled the fields as Gin waited for her brother’s return was piercing and louder than even the barrage of bullets and cracking bones.

Her knuckles were bruised, bloody, and the skin cracking open to reveal the red beneath her pale pale pale skin. Her bare feet throbbed and her hair was ridden was dirt and blood, caking together and sticking to her forehead and cheeks. 

The Silent Rabid Dog and the Silent Wraith--

That’s what they were.

Gin was well-versed in remaining still, but agitation shook her as she waited waited waited-- in the distance, she thought she heard the strangest cry, like a howl, something as ghostly as an apparition that lived in the woods, and it left her with a flood of unnerved fidgeting.

She did not pray and she did not hope, for those were not luxuries she could afford-- but there was nothing more than Gin wished for was to see her brother return and return alive.

Below the tree that she oft found a rare moment to rest, a place both she and Ryuunosuke knew well, Gin narrowed her eyes into the darkness of the humid night that still smelt of blood, searing for any shifting in the shadows

When she heard the crack of a twig or branch snapping beneath a heavy weight, Gin’s body tensed and muscles grew rigid, fingers tight around the hilt of the knife she’d stolen weeks ago. Lips pursed, she waited--

As a familiar face and a bloodstained shirt, the red staining the area around the shoulder, her eyes widened. Her grip loosened. Her lips were dry and cracked, voice hoarse as she called out.

“Nii-sama...!”

:/

For taking what was meant to be his gift to Gide, that is.

「 ... Don’t you think it’s a bit foolish of you to ally yourself with the leader of an organization your organization sought to destroy? If not irresponsible. 」

akuta voice: u are jealous because i am better i understand

akuta voice: both of you are unworthy of dazai-san

the horror of the scene sent her into shock – the once beautiful stuffed head lying several feet from it’s body; a trail of mangled stuffing leading to it’s body. he had gone too far this time. shaking fingers gently clasped the headless body of her favorite plush, hugging it close to her chest.

no, she would grieve later.