There was terror.
It was a vicious thing that crept up on her, and pounced in immediately, the moment that she saw red. The world went into a macabre black and white, the color all drained out of it, like a painting suddenly white-washed. There was the rush of blood, flooding her ears, and she felt as if she were burning.
Ichigo.
Black, and white, and red.
Everything had happened in the blink of an eye - the terrible violence. The uncontrollable, unrestricted, remorseless...
Yuzuki hadn't even had a stance to ease out of - the suddenness had thrown her wide. She had stared death in the face for a few brief seconds. Now, she could do nothing. The heels of her boots took most of the jar when she let her gravity manipulation go. When she started to breath again, she saw everything. In the back of her mind there was a full recording - and simply the knowledge that it was there, that it was always going to be there, was torture. Unsure what to do, or say, she stared unseeing.
And something else stirred.
She reached out, carefully, to the thing in front of her. For a few seconds, it appeared as if she were intending to comfort the single remaining twin, the blood-stained victor who now must, for sure, have a will all her own. And so it appeared until, in silence, Yuzuki turned and walked the rest of the way back to her discarded rifle.
And picked it back up, without a word.
It was a vicious thing that crept up on her, and pounced in immediately, the moment that she saw red. The world went into a macabre black and white, the color all drained out of it, like a painting suddenly white-washed. There was the rush of blood, flooding her ears, and she felt as if she were burning.
Ichigo.
Black, and white, and red.
Everything had happened in the blink of an eye - the terrible violence. The uncontrollable, unrestricted, remorseless...
Yuzuki hadn't even had a stance to ease out of - the suddenness had thrown her wide. She had stared death in the face for a few brief seconds. Now, she could do nothing. The heels of her boots took most of the jar when she let her gravity manipulation go. When she started to breath again, she saw everything. In the back of her mind there was a full recording - and simply the knowledge that it was there, that it was always going to be there, was torture. Unsure what to do, or say, she stared unseeing.
And something else stirred.
She reached out, carefully, to the thing in front of her. For a few seconds, it appeared as if she were intending to comfort the single remaining twin, the blood-stained victor who now must, for sure, have a will all her own. And so it appeared until, in silence, Yuzuki turned and walked the rest of the way back to her discarded rifle.
And picked it back up, without a word.