#unsealedsword

Your muse sees my muse battered and bruised, how does your muse react?

✄ — —  She lets her guard down for one minute, and this is the result. To think she'd be suddenly ambushed by random students-- assuming that's who they were. There were tons, though they could have easily been beaten within a matter of minutes. The only thing that held her back was the fact it would probably cause mass destruction, which would catch Gamagoori's attention-- the last thing she needed.

✄ — —  Exhausted, she finds herself collapsing onto her knees, using her scissor blade to hold her weight. Even with the fibers within her body healing her, she couldn't help admitting to the pain caused. She didn't even notice Sanageyama's presence before her. She was too busy trying to catch her breath.

"Eh...?"

✄ — —  Suddenly being brought back to reality, Ryuko snaps her gaze upwards, surprised to see the elite, even if his back was turned to her. The hell was that supposed to mean? Did he think she couldn't handle herself? Exhaustion quickly turned to anger and annoyance. She stands up as her kamui returns to his normal state within a flurry of bright sparkles, once again using the scissor blade to hold her weight.

"I didn’t mean it I swear!" So, the blind monkey quickly went from using the love card, to trying to play innocent.

♫ ——

&& she was bored. There was nothing to do in the council room other than play a drumbeat on the table with her fingers && chew at her bubblegum. As usual, she was waiting for Satsuki to return back to her & give her instructions. As usual, it annoyed her when Sanageyama rested his feet on the table like a barbarian and acted so seemingly carefree that nothing mattered to him. She wondered if he had even payed attention. She was about to ask when he spoke first, making her blink back in astonishment with a look of worry on her face. 

♫ ——

In reality, it had been like, twenty seconds. Twenty seconds of pure, unadulterated torment, but still -- only twenty seconds. But in her mind, it might as well have been hours upon hours. She had tried to be patient, had tried to wait it out until he went home, she had tried to keep from boiling beneath her skin. Her efforts began to prove futile after only ten seconds of listening him scream men whatever dote? Something about men. Did she care? Not really. Not so much. No, not at all. She found proof in the fact that her ears had begun to turn red && at the moment, she was holding onto her pencil with a death grip. She had already broken three and this would be her forth if she didn’t calm down soon enough. 

She growled to herself and soon enough, bolted upright. Her hair fell over behind her due to the abruptness of her standing. She didn’t bother to try to put it back in place. She reached over across her desk and took her conductor’s hat into her arms. She didn’t even bother standing & putting it on. Instead, she strapped it on her head -- and off balance, I might add -- as she was walking to his training room. 

With every step forward, the thudding nose against the wall became louder & his yelling grew more irritating. Her cheek began to twitch and if this were a cartoon, she could swear that cartoon would’ve been blowing out her ears. She kept herself from screaming only to surprise him. Her marching caused the distance to dissipate quickly and soon enough, Jakuzure had passed the barrier into his room and stood at the threshold, seething in anger. 

❝SANAGEYAMA!❞