[WRITTEN]Aftermath- Suegiku

Two- Rogue, Sword, Ice

Tetchō clenched his fists hard around his sword, veins pulsing– hands shaking.
He's never felt this angry in his life.

Well, not since the airport when he attacked Kenji and they nearly killed each other while he was searching for Jōno

There was no way that stupid rogue just said that. He insulted– he insulted Jōno. Tetchō's lover. His late lover. Tetchō never felt this hurt in his life.

Because nobody had ever been that close to Tetchō until Jōno came into his life–
They were extremely happy together. Two idiots hopelessly in love with each other.

The rogue summons an icicle after making a brief hail, combining multiple, jumping from place to place as Tetchō swung his Sabre relentlessly in anger and frustration.

Tetchō grit his teeth, jumping up piece after piece as the icicles fell and shattered one by one, creating a loud noise.

..
Jōno would hate that noise—
That noise of loud shattering and scratching.

Tetchō freezes for a split second before shaking his head, continuing his pursuit as the rogue shot icicle and icicle at him, slightly grazing Tetchō's shoulder.

He didn't care. The adrenaline rush was up.

Tetchō uses his ability— activating it quickly and launching himself, using his sword as a vault. He plunges the sword into the dirt. He then flips, tackling himself into the rogue— only for the rogue to kick him in the stomach hard— hard enough for Tetchō to lose his grip due to the number of things swirling in his mind.

Tetchō hit the ground with a crack, landing on his feet— sliding back a little. The rogue lowered himself to the ground in a swift, small hurricane, laughing.

"You're pathetic. You seriously can't even hold your grip onto me? Don't you Hunting Dogs have enhancements?" The rogue mocked, raising an eyebrow.
The rogue rolled up his sleeves to his cloak, grinning.

"And you keep evading. Fight me," Tetchō demanded, still angry from the rogue's words earlier. He's trying his best not to kill the rogue— he could— but it's not in his orders. Tetchō's orders say to bring him alive and into custody.

But nobody said he couldn't injure him enough so that he couldn't do anything.

The rogue just stood there.
"I'll pass—"

The next second, Tetchō's sword was lodged in his arm.

"GAH-!" The rogue howled in pain— desperately as Tetchō pulled it back with no hesitation. Blood spurted from his wound, dripping onto the dirt as he growled, hissing and grasping his arm hard, applying pressure.

"Surrender and you won't get hurt any further," Tetchō offers, standing idly— besides his Sabre up and ready.

"What?" The rogue mocked, still having the strength to make comments, "so you can go back to mourning your dead boyfri—"

..
Tetchō's blade was stabbed into thigh now, swiftly pulling it out.

Being a Hunting Dog meant little to no privacy about this news. Having international fame meant everything knew almost everything about you.

But the Hunting Dogs were mysterious. Their backgrounds were mainly unknown.. but the events that happened within the organization always went public somehow.

"FUCK!" The rogue groans, quickly trying to evade the situation, trying to abort his goal, throwing more blades of ice up into the air for him to jump on clumsily, and more down at the Hunting Dog— all in which Tetchō breaks within seconds using his ability, slashing them all in an elegant ribbon pattern.