I must be insane.
Everything Loki knew about magic said touching another mind was dangerous. Everything he knew about spirits said stepping inside one should be impossible. Possession, that was possible; two souls fighting for one body. Infestation, certainly; there were entities that could burrow into a soul like a tapeworm, devouring it from the inside out. But for part of himself to be present in another soul – as himself, not as part of an animated mindscape – it shouldn’t work.
Yet here he stood, on the glass and steel side of a rain-swept skyscraper that defied gravity. Trying to decide if he should believe his eyes, or his churning stomach.
“Neither.” The sword-spirit stood beside him, ignoring such mundane details as gravity. “Believe your heart, Loki. It will not fail you here.”
Loki winced. “That’s hard to believe.”
“I know.” A steady, amber-lensed gaze. “Did you think something worth having would be easy?”
Loki wiped rain from his face, wryly amused by the sheer simplicity of Ichigo’s first defense. The rain wasn’t a weapon. It wasn’t an attack someone could turn back on itself. It just was.
Thin it out, it looks innocent. Thicken it, and an intruder will only see a few feet in any direction, even if he shields himself from every drop. You’d have to attack the whole soul at once to stop it. And if you did – this is a city. Any with ill intent would have to be very powerful, or very lucky, to find what they were looking for.
Subtle. Effective. Apparently innocent. “You truly did learn from me, Ossan.” Loki shook his head. “I’m not certain that’s a good thing.”
The spirit raised an eyebrow.
He knows how to use silence, as well. “Does it rain here all the time?” Loki asked abruptly.
“Not always.” Casual as walking down stairs, the spirit stepped onto thin air.
When in Tokyo…. Loki stepped off of glass and steel-
Apparently, gravity here depended on whether you noticed it or not.
Evil, evil child….
A/N: Because Ichigo did inherit the family sense of humor. He’s just a lot subtler about it. *EG*