𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Calm To My Storm (Kite x reader)

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Author: SheerIridescence (on ao3)

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People can just be so damn irritating sometimes. You were in one hell of a bad mood currently due to many external factors. The big one was losing a training match in the city to a much more skilled hunter than you, putting your mood straight down into the dirt. You were already distracted whilst sparring, and now your mind was a spinning mess knowing that you lost. Losing wasn't a common occurrence for you, and the snide comments from a group of younger hunters on the side really pissed you off too. Before that incident there was a whole load of minor inconveniences that irked you to the core, most likely being the cause of your poor performance. They ranged from stubbed toes to forgotten items, and everything had simply piled up to cause one huge bad attitude, leaving you with a seething anger problem by the time you arrived back home. You were supposed to go and visit your love Kite this evening, but you decided not to on account of trying to keep your anger in check. There was a chance you'd lash out at him, and you wanted to avoid doing that at all costs.

"Hey honey, I'm sorry this is so sudden but I can't come visit you tonight. Something came up." You texted quickly, jamming your phone down into the cushions of your couch.

"Fuck. Why is it on the occasion I do get angry, I get incredibly bitchy too. It's always so fucking intense." You muttered to yourself. "Whatever. I need to go blow off some fucking steam."

Leaving your phone where you jammed it, you got up and wandered over to your hall closet where you kept your precious gunblade and retrieved it, dragging the metal across your floor and outside into your backyard. It was time for a bit of target practice now, hoping to god that violently blasting ships off of your practice targets would blow off the steam you really needed to. It was all you could think to do anyway, lining up the tip of your blade with a huge painted rock a ways away across your yard and pulling the trigger with nothing but hostile intent.

Meanwhile on Kite's end, he felt nothing but concern. After seeing your text he made an attempt to call you, sensing that you weren't exactly okay right now. When you didn't pick up though, he deemed the situation a little more than just 'something came up' at this point. He knew you well, and could read you like a well loved book even from afar. Something had definitely put you in a bad mood because you never said no to paying him a visit. He mulled over the thought of you possibly being upset for a few minutes before getting up from his couch, deciding that he would go to you instead. If you really were upset as he suspected, there was no way he was going to let you be alone with that awful feeling. He took off without a second thought and ran down towards the local town where he would find your home on the other side, hidden in the trees of the outskirts.

He ran at a standard pace, not wanting to accidentally mow down any of the locals as he went. Enough time was wasted already though so he pushed to go as fast as he could within reason. With only a few more minutes of travel time he could already see your house on the outskirts, but he could also feel your en now as well. It was sloppy and filled with aggression, which wasn't normal for how you usually composed your en. He was right to assume that something wasn't alright with you now. With how unfocused your en was you probably wouldn't notice him right away, so he slowed his pace as he approached your home so he wouldn't shock you too badly. He passed through a little patch through the trees after a minute and was finally on your property, the sound of shots being fired alerting him as to where you were. Slowly he rounded your house to get to your backyard where he found you taking shots at a rock that was now chipped away to a shadow of its former self. He was now close enough for you to notice him at this point, and once you did, you ceased fire and slowly turned to look at where he was standing.