week 0; inuyasha
[ some time after the host reveals himself, explaining oh so eloquently the situation at hand, miki grabs inuyasha and they walk over to a quieter part of the crossing, where no one else is. ]
Hey there, can we talk for a second?
Hey there, can we talk for a second?
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[ and how true it is, at least to her. ]
But I'm glad we're on the same page. So if you have something to say to me, you should come clean.
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I'm not a full demon. Just half. A hanyou . . . my father was a demon, but my mother was human.
[And it's clear from the way he says it that it's very much a significant difference.]
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Is there a difference? Between "half" and "full"?
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[He says it harshly.]
We're weaker. We can't heal as fast, live as long, or attack as powerfully. We're not demonic enough for it. And we're too demonic to be human, which means we end up on the bottom of the food chain in both words.
[But he's not bitter. And honestly, he wouldn't normally tell anyone this, but given they're going to be intimately dependent on one another . . . he sighs sharply.]
. . . look. I don't know if this shit will kick in later on, but . . . usually, there's a time once a month where I end up human. Entirely human. It only lasts one night, but I can't do shit while it happens. And . . . there's times when I'll turn full demon, too. Red eyes, marks on my face, stuff like that. You better get away from me when I do, because I'll probably end up trying to kill you too if you're nearby.
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Do you think... I don't know if that ass will be honest, but you should ask the brat if that will happen to you. It could be really dangerous, and not just for me.
[ he could end up hurting other people too and then what? even if this is a game of murder, miki isn't pro-slaughter no matter how much it could benefit them. that she even thinks of benefits makes her feel terrible. ]
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. . . yeah, maybe.
[He ought to ask if there's a moon cycle, anyway.]
So what about you? Got any dirty secrets?
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[ then again, her being a demon is now technically public knowledge. what a pain. she looks at the ground, thinking, then flicks her eyes back up. ]
I killed myself.
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It just seems so stupid, that's all. To a man (a boy, really) who has spent two hundred years fighting to try and stay alive, for someone to willingly kill themselves . . .
He doesn't seem all that horrified, though. Somber, but not shocked or upset.]
Why?
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Because I was about to be killed anyway, and I didn't want to die screaming.
[ there was no way out of it for her. guns pointed right at her, stray bullets shooting even as she begged them to spare her friend. it was better to die on her own terms. ]
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All we gotta do is figure out who to kill here, whoever's in charge, and we'll be home free. That's how this shit works.
So just . . . stick close. All right?
[So that shit doesn't happen again.]
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[ she's more than fine moving on. she collects herself and smooths her face to passing disinterest as per usual. ]
...And one more thing - are you a Reaper?
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[he looks kind of indignant, honestly.]
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