Date Night [DE/CE]

Rage did not suit Aya Tsuri.

He had felt rage before, but it was a slow burning, festering sort that ate away at everything he was gradually, everything he did, every waking moment felt like being trapped in a ship that was doomed to sink eventually. Like an attachment spirit that had cursed him from birth. He had gotten used to it, learnt to cope by plotting how the people who put him in this world would pay for their crimes.

But this was different.

It was like he was hot oil and someone had thrown a match into the center. It was threatening to consume him, burn him to the core. Words were usually nothing, he knew Sen well enough to know the other was a master at hurling insults, and usually he would know better than to be triggered by them. But the personal nature of the other's jibes, the fact it was accurate because... yes, it was because Sen mattered to him, and that was a fucking scary concept; something, someone who he had no control over had govern over his own feelings like this, made him act so irrational like this, it was most undesirable. And the fact it was being used against him just proved what an awful idea this all was- every one of Sen's words, harsh but absolutely correct observations stabbed into him like daggers and it showed, if only for a moment in his violet-grey eyes.

"You seemed more than a little willing."

Yes. Yes he had. He had thrown himself at the other man, he had been the one who had progressed their... relations far further than anyone with half a brain would have. Sen was ready to pull back, he could remember that. It should have just stopped at a kiss. But no, he had been the one to act so damn desperate just because the person he liked seemed to somewhat like him back and that's how he had gotten himself in this whole mess in the first place. So he would let the pain of those words serve as a reminder of what happens when you let another human too close. It was a lesson learnt.

Never again.

Now that it had gotten this ugly, Aya didn't care. There was no point in acting civil or dignified now. He knew the mature, graceful, honorable thing to do was to step back and let the other leave, maybe with a well placed warning that if the other man did screw him over in the future he would pay. But even though Aya Tsuri liked to act sophisticated, pretentious and mature, his true nature was not anything of the sort. He was the type of person with no honor, who would do anything to get what he wanted, whether that meant clawing on the floor to get to it, doing underhanded things, dishonourable actions, he would do it.

And right now he wanted to undo the mistake he had made.

Even through his rage he heard the shift,t he change in his partner's voice and tensed. He may have found Sen more than anyone else alive, but that was simply not enough times. And the only issue with Onryo form was... even Aya had not seen it enough times to know what it was going to do. As the explosions rang out through the restaurant, he saw the other phase down through the floor and cursed internally. This was exactly why fighting this form was terrible. Sen would have never done something like that. Well, most likely it would come up from his side or behind. Fingers at the metallic cylinders by his side, he pulled 4 of them off their holders, forming a cross shape in the air around him. Onryo would for sure come for him sooner than later.

At least that was certain.

Then it came, that screech that almost threw Aya totally off balance from behind. That was the first time he had seen THAT, that was for sure. He could feel a whoosh of movement behind him and to his right and tried to move away while he detonated all 4 flash grenades. He didn't have Kimi there to shield himself from these so it would blind Aya for sure also, but it was necessary, he had no other choice. He heard the tear of material as claws pierced through his clothing and pain as it scraped his skin, but he could tell it wasn't as deep as the knife had been last time so it probably would be fine. For now.

The dark room was filled with bright light for a moment as Aya tried to cover his face but could tell his vision was temporarily screwed. He staggered to the ground, steadying himself so he didn't fall over. Yep, detonating those so close by with no protection was a bad idea, he could still see spots of light that marred his vision.