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[The other anomalies weren't so bad. Seeing people--sure, horrendous--but burns and everything: nothing Inuyasha isn't use to withstanding.
But this? The doors. All of the doors, and everyone, and the mass confusion and loud voices arguing on what should be done. Their names, written over the top. He was fed up and one of the first people to open their respective door.
He didn't enjoy what he found. Mother. Call him a monster.
He's still shellshocked. The room is too small, everyone is too loud and too close. He stands as far away from people as he can get, preferably a corner where he's shielded on at least three sides. But he's too wired not to hear Katara's footsteps. He jerks in surprise, face fiery until he realizes it's her, and it melts away.
The suikan is split from the left shoulder across to the bottom of the right ribs, the gash extends below, hitting flesh, leaving a wound that's colored the bright red much darker.]
Don't you know not to sneak up on people like that?
But this? The doors. All of the doors, and everyone, and the mass confusion and loud voices arguing on what should be done. Their names, written over the top. He was fed up and one of the first people to open their respective door.
He didn't enjoy what he found. Mother. Call him a monster.
He's still shellshocked. The room is too small, everyone is too loud and too close. He stands as far away from people as he can get, preferably a corner where he's shielded on at least three sides. But he's too wired not to hear Katara's footsteps. He jerks in surprise, face fiery until he realizes it's her, and it melts away.
The suikan is split from the left shoulder across to the bottom of the right ribs, the gash extends below, hitting flesh, leaving a wound that's colored the bright red much darker.]
Don't you know not to sneak up on people like that?
