“You’re better off without me, and I’m better off alone. It’s always been that way.”
The series of explosions was heralded by a slight tremor in the gate, and the only thing that stopped him from moving was the fact that he could see Fujiwara tensing to do the same. To his surprise, she slammed into his side, carrying them both away from the blast radius and scraping her shoulder in the process. His first thought was that it had been an incredibly stupid thing of her to do. He was a pureblood vampire, with reflexes honed to the sharpest of points and senses sharper than any other of his kind, made so by a lifetime of forced growth and training.
His next thought was that there were now two people in the world who would have done something like that for him, and only one who wasn’t family. It was perhaps this thought that motivated him to change their trajectory midair, grasping the woman’s shoulders and rotating them both so that he bore the brunt of the landing on his feet, catlike in his grace. His boots met the earth and he slid backwards, but he never lost his balance, and once they’d come to a stop, he released the prefect, who rushed off in another direction.
He supposed there wasn’t much he could to over there, and so he devoted his attention to hurling aside great chunks of rubble and dogging out what survivors he could. Thanks to their actions, the majority of the people around here had been far enough from the gate to avoid the blast, but that could not be said for everyone at all the other sites, and he went around to each, pulling great slabs of stone and mortar aside until everyone who could be saved had been. Why? Well, he wasn’t all that sure. Perhaps he’d simply done it because it seemed like it needed doing, and he wasn’t one to leave the work to other people when he wanted to do something. Maybe he just did it because it probably fell within the parameters of the job he’d been assigned for the day.
Either way, he pulled people out of wreckage until there were none left, and then he headed back to his room for the day, washing the brick dust out of his hair and swapping clothes. He allowed himself some sleep after that, taking it in the forest this time, up a tree and out of sight. After that, he ignored the pressing desire to check up on Fujiwara and told himself that what he needed to do was fly for a while, so he transformed and did that, circling the campus of Cross Academy from far above, keen raptor-eyes picking out every detail of the cleanup.
Swooping down a bit, he alighted on a random dorm windowsill, from which he had a decent view. If he’d bothered to look inside, he would have just seen his roommate leaving, and laughed at the absurdity of his fortune, that he would pick this windowsill. As it was, that happened anyway, as he landed right next to Snow, the white owl.
Well, that just figured, didn’t it? Turning his own hook-beaked head, he fixed the owl with an obsidian stare. What happened? After she left? Since he was here, he might as well ask. Besides, the information could be useful, contain something about those strangers and their motives for staging such an attack.
He wasn’t asking because he cared. Was he?
His next thought was that there were now two people in the world who would have done something like that for him, and only one who wasn’t family. It was perhaps this thought that motivated him to change their trajectory midair, grasping the woman’s shoulders and rotating them both so that he bore the brunt of the landing on his feet, catlike in his grace. His boots met the earth and he slid backwards, but he never lost his balance, and once they’d come to a stop, he released the prefect, who rushed off in another direction.
He supposed there wasn’t much he could to over there, and so he devoted his attention to hurling aside great chunks of rubble and dogging out what survivors he could. Thanks to their actions, the majority of the people around here had been far enough from the gate to avoid the blast, but that could not be said for everyone at all the other sites, and he went around to each, pulling great slabs of stone and mortar aside until everyone who could be saved had been. Why? Well, he wasn’t all that sure. Perhaps he’d simply done it because it seemed like it needed doing, and he wasn’t one to leave the work to other people when he wanted to do something. Maybe he just did it because it probably fell within the parameters of the job he’d been assigned for the day.
Either way, he pulled people out of wreckage until there were none left, and then he headed back to his room for the day, washing the brick dust out of his hair and swapping clothes. He allowed himself some sleep after that, taking it in the forest this time, up a tree and out of sight. After that, he ignored the pressing desire to check up on Fujiwara and told himself that what he needed to do was fly for a while, so he transformed and did that, circling the campus of Cross Academy from far above, keen raptor-eyes picking out every detail of the cleanup.
Swooping down a bit, he alighted on a random dorm windowsill, from which he had a decent view. If he’d bothered to look inside, he would have just seen his roommate leaving, and laughed at the absurdity of his fortune, that he would pick this windowsill. As it was, that happened anyway, as he landed right next to Snow, the white owl.
Well, that just figured, didn’t it? Turning his own hook-beaked head, he fixed the owl with an obsidian stare. What happened? After she left? Since he was here, he might as well ask. Besides, the information could be useful, contain something about those strangers and their motives for staging such an attack.
He wasn’t asking because he cared. Was he?