The rain was tapping on the window, as dark blue eyes were wide open. Maybe it was a good reason that they had moved Headquarters; in his old room, the rain would have been seeping in through the stained windows right about now with a cold draft. Not that he would get sick of it; anyone would be uncomfortable and sore waking up soaking wet in cold rain and chilled to the bone. Ills never seemed the plague him; at least of the medical kind; the lotus would cure everything; not matter how little, unless he was nearing the end of a pedal, which the curse would know to only save it for the most gravest of circumstancesâ?¦Until it fell, and a new one began. The glowing of the mentioned hourglass ticked him off, there was something about this night that did not want to let him rest. Growling, he swept on his sweater, the beige coloured thing that he had worn during his time in the Hospital wing of the headquarters.
Mugen, finally repaired, was at his side, strapped on by a simple black belt, tucked away in itâ??s sheath. Safe, heh, after that attack on the last HQ, even the Exorcist stronghold was no longer truly safe. It was careless of them to have lowered their guard, after stealing something so precious away from the opposition. Kanda Yuu, Japanese, eighteen years old, resident iceberg, and wielder of Mugen, equipment Innocence, was not pleased. Than againâ?¦
When was he?
Pushing open the door to his room, dark eyes glancing at the time. Too early. Or too late. It had been a tiring move, and even the scientists, who were up twenty-four-seven, should have been in bed, except those who worked especially in night shift. His legs brought him around the unfamiliar stone corridors, something coiled, a curled energy that wouldnâ??t let him sleep drove him onwards, there was somethingâ?¦there. His hair was out if itâ??s usual high ponytail, falling around his shoulders like a river of black, eyes darting at every shadow, and somewhere a clock ticked the time. Otherwiseâ?¦It was dead silent.
His hand curled into a fist; there was something uneasy in the air. Like the scent of a murderâ?¦ That made his hair stand on end.[/list:u]
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