Post by TAKEMURA KATSU on Jun 20, 2010 20:05:54 GMT -5
very superstitious, nothing more to say
very superstitious, the devil's on his way
Late afternoon was darker today than usual. Was it because of the clouds clustered over the sun? Or due to the smog that hung in the air over Tokyo's bustling center? Whatever the case, there was a gloom cast over those who made their way through the city to finish with work or cut across town to catch a quick train home. Katsu had finished with business for today, but didn't seem quite keen yet on heading home to a cool shower and his cat's insistent cuddles. He felt he should wander a bit, perhaps even pay a visit to Yasukuni Shrine. In fact, that's where he was headed at this very moment. Though he was beginning to grow tired after a long day's work (one of his new clients was being particularly difficult), he was a man who enjoyed taking walks. They kept him occupied, both body and mind. Katsu had a habit of growing restless quite easily sometimes and walking was a good way to pass the time that may have otherwise tried to suffocate him. He despised the idea of suffocation, even when it was just some metaphor to make sense of such an uncomfortable sensation. The shrine offered the picturesque environment for the aloof lawyer. This egomaniac, after all, was a particularly superstitious man. The shrine, the memorials, the grounds themselves... It all radiated such an interesting aura. It was said that the spirits of the dead thrived here, always surveying those who roamed their refuge. Just that thought alone was enough to attract the attorney like a moth to the flame.
His hands were tucked in his pockets as he made his way through the various gates, dark eyes surveying the area with amusement that suppressed itself into a sly gleam in his stare. There were lots of people out, actually. The summer had drawn in tourists and teenagers alike, much to Katsu's distaste. He preferred this place when it was quiet and less-populated; when it was more like an eerie reminder and less like a casual hang-out or tasteless tourist trap. Though, yes, there was still honor in it all, everything seemed less impressive when people weren't capable of bestowing proper appreciation. Katsu considered himself one of the rare few who saw things for what they truly were. His interests in the occult and his insistent narcissism were enough to give him sufficient confidence in this matter. Though, to be honest, he was nearly confident in everything he set his mind to. But when it came to the "supernatural," he'd always considered himself one step above everyone else (well, more so than usual). Despite his charisma and cool presence, he was a strange man with strange interests. Sometimes, one could even call it downright bizarre. He kept these tastes to himself, of course. For the most part, anyway. There were times when he just couldn't help but flaunt these twisted strands of peculiar knowledge. One would probably like to point and call him crazy. But one would also do best to hold their tongue, should they wish to keep it at all.
It was as he was walking along near one of the gardens that he found himself an excuse to hate other people all the more. He'd taken his favored necklace out from beneath his shirt to toy with as he walked, refusing to set foot on the grounds of the shrine without it displayed proudly over his chest. It was just another artifact he'd collected in his travels, but he'd come to firmly believe that there was something more to it than gold and Egyptian design. Such was merely the fantasy of his somewhat-delusional mind, but there was no convincing him of anything otherwise. He'd been fiddling with one of the prongs dangling from the pendant when a group of teenagers bumped him on their way past. Not only that, but one had managed to jostle his necklace free and had even proceeded to try and make off with it. It had taken Katsu a few seconds to realize this and wasn't far behind them when they tried running. Enraged though he was at such unacceptable nerve, the lawyer was not one to fly off the handle in a hissing, spitting mess. Not usually, anyway. Yes, he did yell at them to, "give it back or they'd find themselves crammed in a prison cell until they were senior citizens" but the dialogue was really quite limited. He wasn't keen on talking with the thieves so much as he was keen on strangling them. Whatever the case, the brief chase led to the walking garden. The obnoxious brat with his pendant had tripped and, in the process, Katsu's beloved artifact had landed somewhere in the garden. The kids had managed to escape his wrath with this distraction, though, and he growled as he surveyed the area and let them flee, unscathed. No gold in sight. Just peachy.
For a brief moment, there was a flash of rage in his dark eyes. He was scowling and his fists were clenched. How dare those insects try toying with the Takemura Katsu?! His god-complex was all the more offended as he tried reviewing the situation again in his head. Those fucking brats! But no... no, Katsu was not a brute or a barbarian. He was a "respected" counselor of the law and, as such, he would always wear that smooth act while it continued to suit his interests. So, closing his eyes and straightening his posture while fingers tugged at his tie, Katsu exhaled a soft sigh and tried to remember where he'd seen the necklace fall. Had it been tossed into one of the bushes? Into the pond? Behind one of the statues? He knew it was in this garden somewhere and it was a small garden, so he'd find it in no time... right? Despite the forced calm that washed over him as his eyes opened again, there was still an unimpressed scowl pulled onto his mouth. He had come here to mingle with spirits... not dig around in foliage and ponds. His fingers flexed to unfurl from the tense fists they'd made and he began his search in some of the bushes, trying his best to skim through them without actually having to bend down and search at the expense of his dignity. But his treasured artifact was important enough to waste this time and effort over. So, with mood significantly disgruntled and anxiety beginning to tug slightly at his well-guarded nerves, Katsu stepped through some of the decorative bushes to skim through for any signs of his possession, all while muttering occasionally, "Don't blame Ore-sama. Never blame Ore-sama..." Tsk, tsk. His superstitions were showing through again.
tag: none -- open to anyone.
notes: l-lol, this is... random. |:
listening to: Turii ~Panta Rhei~
