Nov. 15th, 2011

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This dream again.

It's so unoriginal.

It starts in the middle. Like an action movie, the scene disjointed and coming together. It's not a movie though. And Shizuo's not dreaming from an audience perspective, he's right in the middle of it when it begins. But for Lion, visiting, it begins with the room. It's Kasuka's apartment. It's torn to bits, like a hurricane came right through. Even one of the walls has a sizable hole in it.

There's a small, orange body at Lion's feet. It's furred and broken. It's not the main tragedy of the room, however.

In front of her a blond man in a bartender uniform holds another young man to the floor--it's easy to tell immediately that they're related. The younger man is a beauty, absolutely gorgeous--but his features match the man above him well enough to easily catch the resemblance. Then again, if the man in the bartender suit weren't emanating rage and killing intent, he'd probably be called feminine, or delicate-looking as well. The major difference is the raw emotion on the blond's face, his unleashed fury contrasts the almost robotic blankness of the younger man's expression.

To Shizuo, this dream is terrible. To Shizuo, the dream starts with awareness of Kasuka, of his own fingers around Kasuka's throat and the sensation of his brother's flesh giving way so easily beneath the pressure, until--

There's a squelching noise, a snap of bone. Shizuo actually beheads the younger man with his bare hands, by doing nothing but exerting force and squeezing his neck with his fingers.
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If possible, London's sky seemed grayer than usual. Clouds promise rain but they have been for at least two days now and Lion doesn't feel threatened enough to take them seriously. As proof of their misleading looks, the grass is dry and a little prickly, something noticed but mostly forgotten. There are benches, of course, and small gatherings where someone could eat but some privacy is preferred. Lion isn't nearly so outgoing as to want to dine with strangers here, even for a simple lunch.

In the usual spot under a large tree, Lion sits with a book propped up on her knees, her bag on one side and a scattered meal on the other. The book is actually a mystery novel recently purchased in secret. It's been years since she read one properly and with Will offering to play mystery games against her, she wants to brush up on the genre to surprise him.

She's casual and relaxed, sucking on an orange slice while buried in her thoughts and the words on the page before her. Not that she ever has much of a guard up around people but what little she usually has is down.

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