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mtxref_ficAuthor's Note: Written for < lj user="fuda_100">'s "haunted". Featuring Muraki, thinking of Saki. Warning for implied assault, general weirdness.
His half-brother's face rarely left his mind, even after all these years. That smug smirk during their parents' funeral procession, which everyone took for a brave smile. The same smirk aimed at him as he lay sprawled at Saki's feet, a sword pointed to his face.
The same smirk he had seen when he caught Saki standing over a quivering Ukyou, doing up his trousers. Not a day went by that Kazutaka wished he could punch that smirk off his face.
Then he heard the news from Satomi: his brother still lived, in altered form, but enough to haunt him.
His half-brother's face rarely left his mind, even after all these years. That smug smirk during their parents' funeral procession, which everyone took for a brave smile. The same smirk aimed at him as he lay sprawled at Saki's feet, a sword pointed to his face.
The same smirk he had seen when he caught Saki standing over a quivering Ukyou, doing up his trousers. Not a day went by that Kazutaka wished he could punch that smirk off his face.
Then he heard the news from Satomi: his brother still lived, in altered form, but enough to haunt him.
