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Jun. 2nd, 2016 07:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
byakkomaru[ The first time they cross blades, they nearly kill each other. Shinya is out of commission for a week while the medics narrowly save his life, drifting in a regeneration tank even as he gives his official report. The only reason Kureto spends the energy on him is the equally severe blow he'd given the prince as a parting shot, the least, he's told, that trash like him could do for the country that so generously allowed him his life. At least, if resources are being spent on him, Shinya had dealt their enemies enough of a blow to earn him his keep. His life.
Shinya smiles, the tang of blood and nanite fluid bitter on his tongue, and thinks of the prince's burning violet gaze, the steel behind the prince's eyes. Lets the spark, dazzling and bright, of the prince's presence keep him company until the tanks are drained and he's suited up, returned to the battlefield.
The next time he crosses blades with the prince, he's eager for the rematch. And the next, and the next. Kureto sends him after the prince time after time, and Shinya can't tell if it's in the hopes he'll be killed before he can turn traitor, or if it's because he's one of the few who can match Guren, who can keep him from decimating their troops, but doesn't matter. Shinya starts looking forward to it, starts seeking Guren, looking for him before the battle begins at every fight. And Guren, he's noticed, has started looking for him, too.
Looking for him, and after a while, singling him out. Isolating him, and Shinya's curious enough why to let it happen, to let Guren lure him away, out of sight of their troops to a dark, abandoned building where the only light comes from the electric glow of their blades. He waits until they've closed, until they're pressed nearly body to body, straining against each other, to ask, mildly: ]
You wanted to speak to me?
Shinya smiles, the tang of blood and nanite fluid bitter on his tongue, and thinks of the prince's burning violet gaze, the steel behind the prince's eyes. Lets the spark, dazzling and bright, of the prince's presence keep him company until the tanks are drained and he's suited up, returned to the battlefield.
The next time he crosses blades with the prince, he's eager for the rematch. And the next, and the next. Kureto sends him after the prince time after time, and Shinya can't tell if it's in the hopes he'll be killed before he can turn traitor, or if it's because he's one of the few who can match Guren, who can keep him from decimating their troops, but doesn't matter. Shinya starts looking forward to it, starts seeking Guren, looking for him before the battle begins at every fight. And Guren, he's noticed, has started looking for him, too.
Looking for him, and after a while, singling him out. Isolating him, and Shinya's curious enough why to let it happen, to let Guren lure him away, out of sight of their troops to a dark, abandoned building where the only light comes from the electric glow of their blades. He waits until they've closed, until they're pressed nearly body to body, straining against each other, to ask, mildly: ]
You wanted to speak to me?
