Drabble Post - Trust (AnE)
Jul. 12th, 2013 07:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kristenskWell, it's finally a little something. This one was prompted by my recent decision to re-read the "Blue Exorcist" manga from the beginning. I'm currently in the midst of the Kyoto Arc (my favorite arc to date), and I realized, somehow for the first time, that Bon/Suguro's father is right there when Rin and Bon have the fight that results in Rin being restrained and imprisoned. He's there and, as we later learn, highly skilled, and his son is supposedly in danger... yet he does nothing. Thus, there had to be a drabble.
Trust
Tatsuma’s first sight of the flames - those hellish blue flames that had once filled the night with horror – sent panic through him. For an instant, the words to summon Karura were on his lips, his hands were moving in a warding gesture, and he thought he had been terribly wrong.
“I don’t want to be Satan’s son!”
The instant broke with the pain-filled words, and Ryuji’s barrier followed it. But, Tatsuma remained frozen, watching in silence as young Rin grabbed his son. Watching the rude, reckless boy who truly only meant to help.
It reminded him of another time. A time when the world had been white and cold, and a rude, reckless man had barged into his temple and his life and saved everyone.
Stepping back to wait, Tatsuma checked the letter tucked into his sleeve. His first impression had been right.
He could trust Fujimoto Shiro’s son.
Trust
Tatsuma’s first sight of the flames - those hellish blue flames that had once filled the night with horror – sent panic through him. For an instant, the words to summon Karura were on his lips, his hands were moving in a warding gesture, and he thought he had been terribly wrong.
“I don’t want to be Satan’s son!”
The instant broke with the pain-filled words, and Ryuji’s barrier followed it. But, Tatsuma remained frozen, watching in silence as young Rin grabbed his son. Watching the rude, reckless boy who truly only meant to help.
It reminded him of another time. A time when the world had been white and cold, and a rude, reckless man had barged into his temple and his life and saved everyone.
Stepping back to wait, Tatsuma checked the letter tucked into his sleeve. His first impression had been right.
He could trust Fujimoto Shiro’s son.
