:: Attempt 03.5 | A Tale of Outer Suburbia ::
"It's not the same, something's changed.
I never used to be able to see past the trees.
A thousand unfamiliars are lying thick on the air and I can't breathe.
"Is our skin to keep the world out or our bodies in?
This doesn't look like home; this doesn't look like home.
Is our skin to keep the world out or our bodies in?
I'll tear apart the town then sleep, and sleep alone."
-"A Tale of Outer Suburbia" by Hands Like Houses
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[Location: Sibyl Headquarters; San Francisco, California.]
"Where is she?!"
His voice - rough and strained with emotion - echoes throughout the nearly empty conference room, to the bemusement of a certain elder man. Hanazono Sousuke sighs in resign, lacing his fingers together as he peers at the distraught young man, all hints of emotion gone from his impassive facade.
It was true to his expectations that he would barge into the Assembly Hall so soon after his return. What he didn't expect was...
"Calm down, 'Miles'," 'Quattuor' hisses, jabbing at the side of his most recent partner-in-crime. The younger boy ignores the plea, gazing straight at the Head with little more than deadly composure in his evergreen eyes. Damn it, shouldn't have let that slip, the twenty-three-year-old Sibylline agent thinks as he grabs at the brunette's shoulders, halting what progress he had made.
Immediately, 'Miles' turns toward the older male, eyes narrowed behind his glasses. "Let go, 'Himeros'," he says the alias coldly, his jaw clenching at the effort as he futilely attempts to restrain his fluctuating emotions.
'Himeros' flinches as the boy says his pseudonym, yet holds fast to the thick cloth of the brunette's black jacket. (They had just returned, and he accidentally let 'Venatrix's top-secret mission slip.) "I'm not letting a loose cannon like you blow up in front of the Head." He says, digging his calloused fingertips into the article of clothing.
'Miles' stares back coldly, wordlessly grabbing the latter's hand, fingernails digging into flesh as he jerks the limb away from his clothes. "Like hell I'm gonna stay put without knowing where. My. Parabatai. Went." He growls fiercely, an animalistic look to his eyes.
A frustrated breath escaped the older male. "You insufferable little--"
"'Quattuor'. That's enough." The Head's voice calls, and both parties back away from each other; the latter furiously gazing at the red-haired male. "I will not have you fighting like the beasts I have made you hunt."
'Quattuor' looks towards the Hanazono, disbelief etched across his expression. "But sir--"
"Enough is enough, Shinobu." He repeats firmly, to which he garners an evident flinch from the dark-haired male. "You are dismissed for now. The report regarding your mission may come after I speak with the boy."
The twenty-three-year-old waits for a brief moment, swallowing his indignant remark. With a warning look in the direction of the volatile brunette, he takes his leave; footsteps echoing in the still room.
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Eyes of Azure | Assassination Classroom
Fanfiction[OFFICIALLY DISCONTINUED AS OF AUGUST 4TH, 2017.] x + x "I promised to be by your side, even if you want me to go." She is no one - and she must be, for nobody must notice a killer before they strike. She is a monster - and she knows that she is one...
