[ He and Hotaru take the 4 AM flight back to Tokyo, which means that straight after spending a good part of his evening curled up at Joshua LaRue's side yet feeling like the inches between them were miles and after going on duty, he's silently preparing his things, pressing a kiss to Josh's forehead (one that lingers too long, and makes his chest ache), he and Hotaru get driven to the airport by Diego Salazar, the latest South American to join his conspiracy. The boy doesn't ask questions.
Good on him, for the moment. Obedience is sometimes difficult to teach in Zangyaku's special cases, and outside of that? Hikaru's pretty damned sure that he wouldn't know how to answer anybody who asked him how he was doing.
He could have ported to Seigi, or maybe Blood Walked. He took the flight not just because he was looking out for Hotaru, but because he was hoping to clear his head. It didn't work out that way. What happened instead was that the heavy, tight feeling in his chest just got worse. Midway through the flight, it was joined by a headache thrumming on his temples and sitting just behind his eyes.
Suffice to say, once all of that really registered and it was clear that short of knocking himself out he wouldn't be able to get rid of it, he quietly drew up some psychic walls between him and his Wardens, keeping them from seeing what was really going on.
He can feel their concern radiating behind those defenses he's made now, as he's walking down the quiet corridors of the Shinta compound in Seigi. It's 8 PM, an hour after dinner. He hasn't dressed down yet, even if he's already settled Hotaru down for the night with Thanatos and his older sister to keep her company. After he has talked business with Kasumi Aoi, the Mother of the Wolf, he plans to go back out there. Duty calls, always and ever.
Have the silhouette of the boy whom you once called(?) your son first, then a quiet knock on the shoji door that opens up into your private quarters. The weekend is about to start: it has always been your custom to have one night where you step out of your office and keep to yourself in your rooms. The rest of the weekend may, after all, be only too busy with engagements. With people. ]
Waking the Dead 2.0 || September 30, 2063 || Friday
Good on him, for the moment. Obedience is sometimes difficult to teach in Zangyaku's special cases, and outside of that? Hikaru's pretty damned sure that he wouldn't know how to answer anybody who asked him how he was doing.
He could have ported to Seigi, or maybe Blood Walked. He took the flight not just because he was looking out for Hotaru, but because he was hoping to clear his head. It didn't work out that way. What happened instead was that the heavy, tight feeling in his chest just got worse. Midway through the flight, it was joined by a headache thrumming on his temples and sitting just behind his eyes.
Suffice to say, once all of that really registered and it was clear that short of knocking himself out he wouldn't be able to get rid of it, he quietly drew up some psychic walls between him and his Wardens, keeping them from seeing what was really going on.
He can feel their concern radiating behind those defenses he's made now, as he's walking down the quiet corridors of the Shinta compound in Seigi. It's 8 PM, an hour after dinner. He hasn't dressed down yet, even if he's already settled Hotaru down for the night with Thanatos and his older sister to keep her company. After he has talked business with Kasumi Aoi, the Mother of the Wolf, he plans to go back out there. Duty calls, always and ever.
Have the silhouette of the boy whom you once called(?) your son first, then a quiet knock on the shoji door that opens up into your private quarters. The weekend is about to start: it has always been your custom to have one night where you step out of your office and keep to yourself in your rooms. The rest of the weekend may, after all, be only too busy with engagements. With people. ]