[...Oh. Rin went very still, entirely rigid, the moment he realized that, yes, he was hearing Bel's voice. Without turning around, he stood atop the slide and quickly put away his phone, taking his knives out of his bag at the same time.
Even then, he couldn't deny he was beginning to feel a spark of excitement, a thrill at the prospect of facing him in a fight again. When was the last time he'd had a real challenge, besides Shiki? Before Pesca Corsica had fallen apart, no doubt, before they'd somehow ended up the strongest team in their area.
And maybe it was thoughts of his old friends that did it. Maybe it was just the way the prince was speaking: claiming to be part of some mafia assassination squad, speaking of his victims as if they'd been nothing. And maybe he was just still stinging from that earlier insult. But it had him whirling around, fists clenched around the hilts of his daggers and his lips sealed tight. He wasn't sure anymore whether he was anticipating a good fight or just a chance to beat on Bel.
It was downright disturbing. How if it weren't for the fact that he doubted his bastard of a brother could feel so much as a shred of emotion, he'd have thought it was him speaking that way. He'd been little more than a glorified assassin when he'd wiped out a chunk of Rin's team, after all.]
What? So you're the damn prince of the assassins then? Is that it?
[He adjusted his stance, ready to leap off the slide at a moment's notice. Whatever happened, he wasn't going to let him catch him unawares again.]
how did this get so long......
Even then, he couldn't deny he was beginning to feel a spark of excitement, a thrill at the prospect of facing him in a fight again. When was the last time he'd had a real challenge, besides Shiki? Before Pesca Corsica had fallen apart, no doubt, before they'd somehow ended up the strongest team in their area.
And maybe it was thoughts of his old friends that did it. Maybe it was just the way the prince was speaking: claiming to be part of some mafia assassination squad, speaking of his victims as if they'd been nothing. And maybe he was just still stinging from that earlier insult. But it had him whirling around, fists clenched around the hilts of his daggers and his lips sealed tight. He wasn't sure anymore whether he was anticipating a good fight or just a chance to beat on Bel.
It was downright disturbing. How if it weren't for the fact that he doubted his bastard of a brother could feel so much as a shred of emotion, he'd have thought it was him speaking that way. He'd been little more than a glorified assassin when he'd wiped out a chunk of Rin's team, after all.]
What? So you're the damn prince of the assassins then? Is that it?
[He adjusted his stance, ready to leap off the slide at a moment's notice. Whatever happened, he wasn't going to let him catch him unawares again.]