@noxiouslotus
A frightened soul had approached him. A man that looked like he had very existence threatened just to deliver a message. Gin had been curious to what had panicked the poor soul, but the message given resulted in a loss of smile and a look that could quite frankly kill. His hands had been hidden away in opposite sleeves but the ex-captain had removed one to duck into his kosode. The result soon had Gin walking away with a bloodied weapon and a dead body on the ground.
For anyone to mention that name to him would either be stupid or brave at this point. The amount of games he had been made to play with a false hope given to him. Each time he saw her here, it was only a cheap mimic. A lack of will, a lack of fire. She had been in his nightmares as but a dead soul, and it only aimed to fuel the madness that had built throughout the years. It was as if they dangled a dream before him and only pulled it away as he reached for it. Now some random nobody was running at him and claiming that name was here? ...
Katarina Du Couteau.
What bothered him most of all of this was the timing of it. It was ... random. There was nothing going on with the island as far as he was aware, so that meant there were no games being played. That was also a name that no civilian should know on this island, and unless someone put that guy up for it for a cheap laugh ... Who would do that? He had a couple of names, but he knew most of those names wouldn’t play mind games. They’d rather just aim for his head right away. He would focus his attention to all the presences around him. He sought out the familiar presence he wanted to find and focused as much as he could. Before long, his eyes had shot opened. It was ...
He had disappeared from his spot and began his run through the city with quick successions of shunpos. So close... How long had it been? This anticipation? The longing for a reunion was always there, but the announcement of that name started a raging fire that would not be put out by any means other than the desired contact of said name. He needed to see it for himself, he needed to see her to confirm it. Sure enough as he held himself up on some buildings, he spotted the sight of crimson hair. The hair, the weapons that aligned her body, and a look that could scare the dead alive...
Leaping down from his placement, he would land some feet behind her with a soft thud of his footsteps hitting. Oh how this was going to be a magical moment. How this would bring so many memories ...
“Awfully rude o’ ya t’ send a messenger. Normally, ya’d jus’ hunt me down yerself, unless ya were tha’ impatient. Impatient or maybe jus’ not the same lil’ Kitten I remember. Please... Don’t disappoint me. Ya don’t have the slightest clue on how many fakes I’ve had t’ play with...”
