It's Only Them

[sou_kigetsuki]

Characters: Sou and YOU
Setting: Room 2-04 then everywhere there after
Format: I'll match.
Summary: Sou is looking around and he's not happy.
Warnings: A terribly ill tempered "prince"...violence, pretty much anything can happen.

Dorms
Sou's awakening was nothing more than graceful. He rolled out of bed with a terrible headache. He didn't take a look at his surroundings as he leaned over to rub the pain from his temples.

He stood and immediately he knew something was definitely wrong. He was alive. He felt the heavy hit to the back of his head before everything had gone black. The sniper's hit was on target. Why is he here?

He didn't bother to look in his trunk. He didn't bother to give a damn about who was in here or not. He needed answers and he certainly wasn't going to be someone's prisoner. He didn't notice his indigo collar either.

Tower Floors
Still not satisfied with what he learned, he took it upon himself to explore. He didn't care about the warnings, if he ever got any. He didn't care about the opinions others had of him. That came with territory. He didn't bother with the system to ask stupid questions. He already knew that he wasn't in Japan and even worse he was on the hunt.

Nineteen and hot headed, he had no interest in anyone's personal lives and it showed on his face. There was no time for idle chit-chat when he had his own agenda. Any monsters in his way were faced with a very angry fire Alter user.

"Who's in charge?" He shouted out.

Comments

[sou_kigetsuki]

"Kit. Although to many, it's just Kigetsuki. My given name is of little consequence." It wasn't like his given name mattered much anyway. He had too many other things to worry about than talk about his name.

"And yours? It's only fair that you give it now that you asked for mine." He grinned with immature smugness.

[fifth_kazekage]

He nodded in acknowledgment, and then answered with indifference, “My name is Gaara.”

He had been on patrol for some time. Hopefully, his shift was over by now. After checking back at the station, he could do whatever he pleased.

“There are stronger monsters on the higher floors of the tower,” he informed the other, thinking there was little reason to warn him to be cautious. With those parting words, he turned away and walked toward the stairs.

[sou_kigetsuki]

"That's a challenge I'm willing to take." His fists clinched, his jaw set. He couldn't form Tokunatsu and he could even control the Burning Summer properly anymore. All that was left was the chaos that he became.

It really didn't matter to him as long as he got his fill of violence. Internally, he hated himself for what he became but that didn't matter. Nothing mattered. He was dead as far as he was concerned and this place, whatever it was, brought him back. Now it was finding that reason that made him angry. No one could tell him what he needed to hear.

He watched Gaara walk away with a scowl. He looked over his shoulder and blew off the damage as nothing more than a pathetic attempt. It almost seemed pointless now and he dropped his shoulders with a roll to his eyes. It just didn't matter anymore as he left the floor.