Third Person: Shinto was just as busy as he remembered it. Well. “Remembered it,” was hardly the right phrase, considering Kariya had just been here not even two hours ago. The crowds bustling about the place on their comings and goings even as the sun was going down gave the whole place the feel of an overactive beehive.
It was a perfect match for his own agitated restlessness.
The area down by the suspension bridge was a little quieter, just as it always was, but it didn’t help. He’d come down here to think, to try and clear his head, but his thoughts weren’t so much ticking as they were racing.
He couldn’t get the tears he’d seen in Aoi’s eyes out of his mind. Nor Rin’s miserable attempts to mask her sadness by playing her troubles away. Trying their hardest to accept something unacceptable, because that was what was expected of them.
And Sakura…
Kariya didn’t want to imagine what Sakura could be going through even at that very instant; trying to made his stomach turn. He knew better than almost anyone else what Zouken was capable of – the thought of Sakura’s shy smile and soft voice bearing the full brunt of that vampire’s malice was too much to bear.
It can’t even have been that long, Kariya thought bitterly, his hands balling into fists. If he’d come back even a few days earlier, he could have put a stop to this. He was sure of it. He would have planted himself in front of the Tohsaka house and refused to let them hand Sakura over—
No. Maybe he could still put a stop to this.
There wasn’t any other option, not for him. He needed to. Aoi and Rin’s hands were tied through no fault of their own, but Kariya – he was the one with the Matou blood flowing through his veins. He couldn’t stand idly by and let the Matou family drag an innocent child into their disgusting affairs. Especially when she was just being forced into the hole he’d forced his own way out of. (Aoi hadn’t said so in so many words, but he knew she was right all the same.) If he walked away from this, how could he say he was any better than the rest of his whole rotten bloodline?
Kariya took a deep breath. Pushing himself off the riverside railing, he turned towards the suspension bridge.
For the first time in ten years, he began to cross it.
[ CANON ] Kariya Matou || Fate/zero || reserved || 4 of 4
Third Person: Shinto was just as busy as he remembered it. Well. “Remembered it,” was hardly the right phrase, considering Kariya had just been here not even two hours ago. The crowds bustling about the place on their comings and goings even as the sun was going down gave the whole place the feel of an overactive beehive.
It was a perfect match for his own agitated restlessness.
The area down by the suspension bridge was a little quieter, just as it always was, but it didn’t help. He’d come down here to think, to try and clear his head, but his thoughts weren’t so much ticking as they were racing.
He couldn’t get the tears he’d seen in Aoi’s eyes out of his mind. Nor Rin’s miserable attempts to mask her sadness by playing her troubles away. Trying their hardest to accept something unacceptable, because that was what was expected of them.
And Sakura…
Kariya didn’t want to imagine what Sakura could be going through even at that very instant; trying to made his stomach turn. He knew better than almost anyone else what Zouken was capable of – the thought of Sakura’s shy smile and soft voice bearing the full brunt of that vampire’s malice was too much to bear.
It can’t even have been that long, Kariya thought bitterly, his hands balling into fists. If he’d come back even a few days earlier, he could have put a stop to this. He was sure of it. He would have planted himself in front of the Tohsaka house and refused to let them hand Sakura over—
No. Maybe he could still put a stop to this.
There wasn’t any other option, not for him. He needed to. Aoi and Rin’s hands were tied through no fault of their own, but Kariya – he was the one with the Matou blood flowing through his veins. He couldn’t stand idly by and let the Matou family drag an innocent child into their disgusting affairs. Especially when she was just being forced into the hole he’d forced his own way out of. (Aoi hadn’t said so in so many words, but he knew she was right all the same.) If he walked away from this, how could he say he was any better than the rest of his whole rotten bloodline?
Kariya took a deep breath. Pushing himself off the riverside railing, he turned towards the suspension bridge.
For the first time in ten years, he began to cross it.