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shinkirou_hanajust a quick drabble, thanks to jun for the prompt "festival"
(K, shiro-centric, spoilers for entire anime, not grammatically correct in the slightest)
the walk to the fighting kings gave him a chance to think things over. he still didn't really know who "Isana Yashiro" was, had no recollection of who he might have been before all of this. but it didn't seem to matter, because he was marching toward his certain death. well, to the death of the colourless king sharing his body, more accurately, but that seemed like splitting hairs when it was entirely likely the red king would attack him on sight. or possibly the blue. he really didn't seem to want to let the red king kill him, and Adolf couldn't blame him; the red king's sword was in no state to be killing another king without falling.
not that it would stop him, of course. and he knew the red king would do anything to kill him, so even though he felt almost like he was betraying the blue king somehow, he knew it couldn't be avoided. even if he only allowed the blue king to kill him, the red king would only attack him, instead. no matter what, it didn't seem like the red king could be saved anymore.
but that wasn't what he was focused on. instead he was thinking of Kuroh and Neko, his first and only clansmen. or, one clansman and one clanswoman...? he didn't know. it wasn't important. they'd been together such a short time, but he already felt deeply connected to them. even if most of the time they'd spent together had been running away from trouble. or each other, as it was.
which led him to think back to the time they'd spent at the school. Kukuri, and everyone else. all the innocent people that the colourless king had dragged in to this whole mess. all of the innocent people. the people who had been so looking forward to their school festival. the thought sat oddly with him - the school festival. he figured they would have to cancel, of course, considering the school grounds were more or less in ruin. what a shame. he'd been looking forward to it.
not that he'd get to see it, even if it were still somehow possibly happening. still, Kuroh and Neko had both looked amazing in their costumes, even if that had been the day when everything had gone downhill.
he wouldn't mind seeing them again.
for now, he picked up the pace, fondly remembering the events of that day up until the time he'd found the bloody shirt in his wardrobe. even if that had been the day where everything changed, he liked to think of what could have been. Kuroh and Neko.... would probably have messed their roles up, honestly. Kuroh was far too serious to act, and Neko was Neko. the thought of it made him smile wider; he could just picture Kuroh trying his best to get into his role, only to break out one of his surprisingly earnest lines and end up winning the crowd over simply because of how odd he was. and Neko would probably go along with the play for all of two minutes until she got bored and started doing whatever she wanted.
it would have been a disaster.
he would have loved to see it.
(K, shiro-centric, spoilers for entire anime, not grammatically correct in the slightest)
the walk to the fighting kings gave him a chance to think things over. he still didn't really know who "Isana Yashiro" was, had no recollection of who he might have been before all of this. but it didn't seem to matter, because he was marching toward his certain death. well, to the death of the colourless king sharing his body, more accurately, but that seemed like splitting hairs when it was entirely likely the red king would attack him on sight. or possibly the blue. he really didn't seem to want to let the red king kill him, and Adolf couldn't blame him; the red king's sword was in no state to be killing another king without falling.
not that it would stop him, of course. and he knew the red king would do anything to kill him, so even though he felt almost like he was betraying the blue king somehow, he knew it couldn't be avoided. even if he only allowed the blue king to kill him, the red king would only attack him, instead. no matter what, it didn't seem like the red king could be saved anymore.
but that wasn't what he was focused on. instead he was thinking of Kuroh and Neko, his first and only clansmen. or, one clansman and one clanswoman...? he didn't know. it wasn't important. they'd been together such a short time, but he already felt deeply connected to them. even if most of the time they'd spent together had been running away from trouble. or each other, as it was.
which led him to think back to the time they'd spent at the school. Kukuri, and everyone else. all the innocent people that the colourless king had dragged in to this whole mess. all of the innocent people. the people who had been so looking forward to their school festival. the thought sat oddly with him - the school festival. he figured they would have to cancel, of course, considering the school grounds were more or less in ruin. what a shame. he'd been looking forward to it.
not that he'd get to see it, even if it were still somehow possibly happening. still, Kuroh and Neko had both looked amazing in their costumes, even if that had been the day when everything had gone downhill.
he wouldn't mind seeing them again.
for now, he picked up the pace, fondly remembering the events of that day up until the time he'd found the bloody shirt in his wardrobe. even if that had been the day where everything changed, he liked to think of what could have been. Kuroh and Neko.... would probably have messed their roles up, honestly. Kuroh was far too serious to act, and Neko was Neko. the thought of it made him smile wider; he could just picture Kuroh trying his best to get into his role, only to break out one of his surprisingly earnest lines and end up winning the crowd over simply because of how odd he was. and Neko would probably go along with the play for all of two minutes until she got bored and started doing whatever she wanted.
it would have been a disaster.
he would have loved to see it.