[ a traitorous thought: no, you can't be me, because you can't be dead.
but koutarou has never been one to reject the reality before his eyes. it's not a thing that fuuma ninja tended to do, being the objects that they are. he's wary, yes. suspicious, yes. but never once has he ever been suspicious of anyone bearing his own face, and no matter how traitorous this hell is, he is no traitor to 'fuuma koutarou' and everything that name stands for.
so he stands still as his other half pulls his half-mask off so that his bandaged half is naked to the world-- the half of him that doesn't look like his twin, the half of him that needed the mask. but he's never needed his mask around his twin, ironically enough, and even now, in what he believes is hell, that isn't going to change. he notes the tremble in his other half's hands, the roughness of his voice, and doesn't think them odd so much as yet another sign that tenka kumou's claws in his twin have left marks that even hell couldn't erase. another pang in his chest, but he ignores it just as he always has.
in contrast, his own voice is steady, monotone and calm. ]
I am you.
[ without hesitation, he raises his arm so that his twin can clasp it, the way they always do. but it's with unexpected fierceness that his next words come out: ]
Who killed you?
[ the thing about the end of their world couldn't have been true, right? but that could be the only possible explanation as to why his other half would be here. nobody else could have fallen him. tenka kumou and the yamainu captain are supposed to have been dead. but-- he can't accept it. that 'fumma koutarou' is dead. and if it wasn't the end of the world, then the culprit would eventually come to this hell, and koutarou would gladly exact vengeance. ]
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but koutarou has never been one to reject the reality before his eyes. it's not a thing that fuuma ninja tended to do, being the objects that they are. he's wary, yes. suspicious, yes. but never once has he ever been suspicious of anyone bearing his own face, and no matter how traitorous this hell is, he is no traitor to 'fuuma koutarou' and everything that name stands for.
so he stands still as his other half pulls his half-mask off so that his bandaged half is naked to the world-- the half of him that doesn't look like his twin, the half of him that needed the mask. but he's never needed his mask around his twin, ironically enough, and even now, in what he believes is hell, that isn't going to change. he notes the tremble in his other half's hands, the roughness of his voice, and doesn't think them odd so much as yet another sign that tenka kumou's claws in his twin have left marks that even hell couldn't erase. another pang in his chest, but he ignores it just as he always has.
in contrast, his own voice is steady, monotone and calm. ]
I am you.
[ without hesitation, he raises his arm so that his twin can clasp it, the way they always do. but it's with unexpected fierceness that his next words come out: ]
Who killed you?
[ the thing about the end of their world couldn't have been true, right? but that could be the only possible explanation as to why his other half would be here. nobody else could have fallen him. tenka kumou and the yamainu captain are supposed to have been dead. but-- he can't accept it. that 'fumma koutarou' is dead. and if it wasn't the end of the world, then the culprit would eventually come to this hell, and koutarou would gladly exact vengeance. ]