To any outside viewers, Kanji stood with the gunblade in one hand, the other holding a shaking hand to that scar. He needed to keep the wound shut, keep it from bleeding so much...
...Inside he ran, moving from room to room as he felt his clothes sticking to him, the humidity so thick he could hardly breathe. Door after door was thrown open as he tried to look for a way out, look for somebody, anybody... why the hell did they leave him here!? This wasn't funny!
He felt teeth clamping down on his arm, chewing, and the sound of cracking glass filled his ears. Tifa's pained voice insisted she was okay, she was fine... no, she was breaking, she was breaking, she shouldn't have put on such a brave face damn it! He grit his teeth and grabbed a dark, shadowy muzzle, and forcibly tore it open to free her... his arm was bleeding and mangled, but it didn't matter, he just had to--
Then a scream rattled through the air, caused him to start. His hand emptied, and he looked at his arm. Tifa was gone, the monster was gone...
What?
Kanji shook his head to try and clear it, and kicked down the next door to reveal a very distorted landscape, part Death City and part nowhere at all, the walls painted with blood. There had been a struggle here, fresh atop aged and dried arterial fluid, and Kanji felt his stomach churn. Whoever let out that much was a goner.
But he looked ahead. There was a figure in a familiar cheap, clean suit, a messy head of hair, hunched in a stance he recognized. Kanji knew that guy, he knew that back-stabbing bastard! His legs moved before he realized, hands balling into fists. He didn't know who or what he was standing over, but he was going to tear this guy apart!
Upon closer look, the guy had earned a rather monstrous appearance from his 'activities', but that didn't matter. Adachi still had a cranium, and with a roar Kanji slammed a fist right into it. He'd been waiting a loooong time for this...
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...Inside he ran, moving from room to room as he felt his clothes sticking to him, the humidity so thick he could hardly breathe. Door after door was thrown open as he tried to look for a way out, look for somebody, anybody... why the hell did they leave him here!? This wasn't funny!
He felt teeth clamping down on his arm, chewing, and the sound of cracking glass filled his ears. Tifa's pained voice insisted she was okay, she was fine... no, she was breaking, she was breaking, she shouldn't have put on such a brave face damn it! He grit his teeth and grabbed a dark, shadowy muzzle, and forcibly tore it open to free her... his arm was bleeding and mangled, but it didn't matter, he just had to--
Then a scream rattled through the air, caused him to start. His hand emptied, and he looked at his arm. Tifa was gone, the monster was gone...
What?
Kanji shook his head to try and clear it, and kicked down the next door to reveal a very distorted landscape, part Death City and part nowhere at all, the walls painted with blood. There had been a struggle here, fresh atop aged and dried arterial fluid, and Kanji felt his stomach churn. Whoever let out that much was a goner.
But he looked ahead. There was a figure in a familiar cheap, clean suit, a messy head of hair, hunched in a stance he recognized. Kanji knew that guy, he knew that back-stabbing bastard! His legs moved before he realized, hands balling into fists. He didn't know who or what he was standing over, but he was going to tear this guy apart!
Upon closer look, the guy had earned a rather monstrous appearance from his 'activities', but that didn't matter. Adachi still had a cranium, and with a roar Kanji slammed a fist right into it. He'd been waiting a loooong time for this...