My, my; there is a temper under all those manners, isn’t there? Battousai snickered in the back of Kenshin’s mind. A very youkai temper, I think.
True enough. The swords that sealed his blood only kept the demon from taking over. They didn’t wipe away his own rage. And he was angry. Terribly, terribly angry. Angry at Jin-e, dead as he was, for threatening Kaoru; angry at himself for not stopping the assassin before he could snatch the young Herald. And deeply, painfully angry at Yamagata for hiding so much from the land they now meant to call home.
If there is an accident – if some unknowing Guard or Herald separates a hanyou from their sealing sword-
He knew his people. Knew their pride, their disdain for gaijin, their fierce, demonic tempers. It would not be if, but when.
And then there will be blood.
Yamato law would hold the hanyou blameless, no more at fault than a fire-cat dunked in ice water. Valdemaran… well. Who knew?
Kaoru knows her own people. She is trying to find the best way to guard both sides. We must not make her task any harder than it is.
He’d have to let his demon side loose a little, a very little, before his frustration roused the bloodlust. Maybe a hunt outside Haven. Rabbit would be tasty tonight. Or inside, if he were careful; roof-running soothed him, and rock dove was just hard enough to catch on the wing to make it interesting.
Either that, or we could track Kaoru down in the bath and-
It wasn’t physically possible to throttle the assassin in his head. Not that he hadn’t been tempted to try.