| Honjou Kamatari ( @ 2006-01-15 19:46:00 |
| Entry tags: | chou, kamatari, soujirou |
October 9, 1878-- Afternoon-- Streets of Tokyo
Chou and I manage to get Sou-chan out of the bookstore without any trouble, which I'm thankful for. The last thing we needed was Shinomori making a scene, or something.
The streets are noisy, and I frown in irritation. A man is shouting at the top of his lungs that some fishmonger shortchanged him. I roll my eyes. I couldn't care less. I've got my own problems right now.
I'm still not sure what set Sou-chan off like that. Ok, so I do know-- it was that kid, Eiji-- I just don't know why.
Sou-chan's been strange since I ran into him. Well, he was always strange, but now he's strange in a different way. He's acting like a child now, and that includes having a child's fear. Damn it, what did Battousai do to him when they fought?
It doesn't surprise me that this is all Battousai's fault. It always is. I really hate that bastard. None of this shit would be happening if Shishio-sama was around.
Damn Battousai.
But I can't think like that right now. I need to try and cheer up for Sou-chan's sake. Kid's got enough problems right now without me being in bad mood.
Right, cheerful, I can do cheerful. "So, Chou," I say noting the cookbook in his hand, "I hope you're planning to cook us something good from that book."
(OOC: Chou and Soujirou moved with permission.)