it's been some time since the fifth war ended. some time since uncle kariya had passed away. after that, shinji found the house to be even more exhausting than usual. without kariya, that room went unregulated but not uninhabited. it was full of stragglers, still subsisting off excess prana. maybe even consuming one another for the sake of living longer.
thinking about it made shinji want to vomit. sometimes he did.
it would only be a matter of time before they became more aggressive, wouldn't it? they would begin to actively seek out a new source. they had never needed to before, under the command of zouken or kariya they'd always been taken care of. shinji, for the most part, had chosen to pretend they didn't exist. getting stuck on that path of thought only resulted in the sort of freak outs that required copious amounts of nicotine, and shirou wasn't the most reliable errand boy when stock was low.
today had started out on a relatively positive note. shirou had woken him up to breakfast and shinji had seen him off to another one of his part-time jobs. he had even managed to open a window or two, with the intent of attempting some cleaning. it was just as he had located the broom that he also found it.
how the fuck did it get out of the basement.
how long has it been since kariya has passed? are they finally getting restless?
are there more of these little bastards out here? oh, fuck no.
shinji drops everything but grabs the cigarettes.
there was only one logical thing to do in this sort of situation. standing several yards away from the matou compound, shinji quietly watches it all burn down, cigarette butts littered around his feet. ]
GOOD END. (???????)
it's been some time since the fifth war ended. some time since uncle kariya had passed away. after that, shinji found the house to be even more exhausting than usual. without kariya, that room went unregulated but not uninhabited. it was full of stragglers, still subsisting off excess prana. maybe even consuming one another for the sake of living longer.
thinking about it made shinji want to vomit.
sometimes he did.
it would only be a matter of time before they became more aggressive, wouldn't it? they would begin to actively seek out a new source. they had never needed to before, under the command of zouken or kariya they'd always been taken care of. shinji, for the most part, had chosen to pretend they didn't exist. getting stuck on that path of thought only resulted in the sort of freak outs that required copious amounts of nicotine, and shirou wasn't the most reliable errand boy when stock was low.
today had started out on a relatively positive note.
shirou had woken him up to breakfast and shinji had seen him off to another one of his part-time jobs.
he had even managed to open a window or two, with the intent of attempting some cleaning. it was just as he had located the broom that he also found it.
are they finally getting restless?
oh, fuck no.
shinji drops everything
but grabs the cigarettes.
there was only one logical thing to do in this sort of situation.
standing several yards away from the matou compound, shinji quietly watches it all burn down, cigarette butts littered around his feet. ]