"Oh sure, they must be torturing her as we speak!" He almost snarled at her, about to take a step forward and run right past her. He was almost tuning her out, though the logical part of him was literally screaming the same things at him. It was the only thing that made him stay his ground. And that last bit--
That made him stop.
Shisui didn't strike. He didn't yell or ignore her. He didn't do anything. He just--
His fists clenched, fingers digging into the ends of the ribbon he was still clutching.
---Do you really have that little faith in her?!
The words stung. Adela probably didn't know. But he was struggling against the wall of guilt he'd just run into; a whole damn river full of it, he couldn't hold it back any longer.
He'd been gone a whole month of the two since she was assigned to him. She had found out about him tutoring Sakura in genjutsu and had felt replaced. She looked up to Itachi more than she did to him.
He'd never done anything right by her. He'd never had the chance to make amends. He'd already been too late, and now he'd let her get kidnapped by the enemy. With Ami, he'd always been too late. Shisui wanted this to be the exception.
He didn't care if Ami was going to hate him afterwards; he didn't care if Obito would give her a better teacher than himself.
He just... Wanted to do this for her. Just once, just to let her know that he cared.
---And boy did he care.
As it were, it took him a while to respond at all to her question. He barely sees her in front of him so that when he finally does, he screws his eyes shut, looking away. Expression twisted like the way he felt inside.
"So what the hell is your plan." His voice sort of cracks mid-sentence, but he's determined not to let it do that again, swallowing hard instead-- pushing back that lump in his throat.
whaaaaat this idiot needs to stop with the emoshuns and step on it
That made him stop.
Shisui didn't strike. He didn't yell or ignore her. He didn't do anything. He just--
His fists clenched, fingers digging into the ends of the ribbon he was still clutching.
---Do you really have that little faith in her?!
The words stung. Adela probably didn't know. But he was struggling against the wall of guilt he'd just run into; a whole damn river full of it, he couldn't hold it back any longer.
He'd been gone a whole month of the two since she was assigned to him. She had found out about him tutoring Sakura in genjutsu and had felt replaced. She looked up to Itachi more than she did to him.
He'd never done anything right by her. He'd never had the chance to make amends. He'd already been too late, and now he'd let her get kidnapped by the enemy. With Ami, he'd always been too late. Shisui wanted this to be the exception.
He didn't care if Ami was going to hate him afterwards; he didn't care if Obito would give her a better teacher than himself.
He just... Wanted to do this for her. Just once, just to let her know that he cared.
---And boy did he care.
As it were, it took him a while to respond at all to her question. He barely sees her in front of him so that when he finally does, he screws his eyes shut, looking away. Expression twisted like the way he felt inside.
"So what the hell is your plan." His voice sort of cracks mid-sentence, but he's determined not to let it do that again, swallowing hard instead-- pushing back that lump in his throat.
Angry. He was so fucking mad at himself.