towerofanimus | Where Will You Go?

Who: Sou "Kit" Kigetsuki, and anyone who happens to cross his path.
What: Sou's recovery was a swift one that wasn't without consequence.
When: After the Shadow Event
Where: Cafeteria.
Format: Prose but I'll match.
Warning: violence (tentatively)

Sou pretty much had forced himself into one of the fastest recoveries from a broken ankle ever by putting a bullet in his own head. He wasn't about to let anything stop him and he certainly didn't want anyone's help or pity.

Like the natural actor he was, he pretended that nothing bothered him. At least publicly. He raised his brow at the display of energy bars and it reminded him sorely of those bars he had back at the lab during his refinement which brought to the surface terrible memories of the harsh experimentations he endured.

It was almost disgusting how the Administration would think that they are nothing more than rats and even worse, he was starting to see the big picture. It was enough to make him lance the festering wound of discontent and maliciousness through violent action. His hands at his sides in tight fists, the heat in the general area of about ten feet was becoming increasingly unbearable.

"STOP MESSING WITH ME!"

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Just before items in the vicinity started exploding – there was nothing to stop plastic materials from melting – a thick trail of sand quickly sliced through the air and struck Sou right in his chest, sending the man flying back into the wall behind him.

Unfazed, Gaara walked through the area with flaring embers surrounding him, walking straight forward. He took note of the other’s condition, but assumed Sou had received medical attention, rather than commit suicide to escape his suffering.

With the recent events that had unfolded, he wasn’t in a particularly forgiving or nurturing mood. If Sou was going to act like a dangerous threat, then he would be treated as such.

“What the hell are you trying to accomplish?”

Edited 2012-09-14 17:52 (UTC)

"Oof." Before he could react to the sudden onslaught of sand in his direction, which was enough to stop his searing rampage, he was tossed directly at the wall, his back pressed against it by...sand?

He recognized Gaara through his struggle but the sand was almost too liquid for him to get out of its grasp. "Let me go!"

He was already off the ground and therefore cut off from any means to create any more heat. The acrid scent of plastic and the burned smell of the energy bars that were on the counter clung in the air from his tantrum.

The redhead frowned at hearing his demand. “So you can burn the remainder of this room? Hmph.”

While holding Sou against the wall, he sent out some of his sand to investigate the other flames, testing the strength of their heat. He wanted to know if they were as powerful as fire techniques from Sasuke Uchiha, which he was capable of deflecting.

He folded his arms over his chest and coolly asked, “What is it?” Obviously referring to whatever problem was making Sou behave like a pyromaniac.

He fell silent for a moment. Disconnected from the source of his power, he had nothing left to do but to think. He couldn't absorb the heat to stop the flames and since his power was caused by him through his body from the ground itself, it was more natural than created by a technique.

"What's what?" He asked as he gave an icy stare. "The fires? I can't stop them if I'm up here, idiot. They're only flames created by the earth itself. I just control them."

Gaara released a tense exhale of exasperation, and then worked to extinguish the fires himself, smothering them with his sand.

“No. What is your reason for allowing your flames to run rampant?” He clarified, “If your intention was to attack someone, your opponent has long since left.”

He could feel Sou struggling within his hold, but he didn’t relent. All he had to do was close his fist and… He shook his head, regaining focus on the situation at hand.

The reminder of his past in the lab and how he was thought to be nothing more than a tool for domination to be used by the Japanese government surfaced quickly that manifested in a vengeful shout.

"They can't think to control me like this! I will not be used as a weapon again! They can take those energy bars and shove it up their ass as far as I care!"

"......"

Who was trying to use-wait. Energy bars?

"You are angry because... you abhor energy bars?" Was he seriously... For all the times Gaara had stared at the facility food bars with disdain, he didn't think of destroying items in a fit of rage.

Even though he had saved the man during the Shadow incident, the wary redhead was starting to question his decision to do so. His behavior was more than just a little alarming.

"No! I'm angry because I hate that place!" Sou continued his struggle at first before he stopped and began to laugh darkly.

"That place...they took away who I really was, twisted it, mashed it together with sadistic believes of genocide...that place that I so gladly destroyed. I laugh at their faces as they screamed for mercy. That place where the scientists thought they were gods and created, twisted and reformed humans and Alter users alike by calling themselves gods." Those energy bars were a sore reminder of his previous existence and bitter memories.

Where Will You Go?

You know, rabid dogs get put down…

He needs this. Believe me. He's throwing a fit over nothing.

He needs to be put down, or he needs to throw a tantrum?

No, Kit is throwing the tantrum and needs to be put down.

Don’t tempt me~

I just might~

You're supposed to discourage me, Silver. :|

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