(( The song itself is very much about a romantic relationship, but enough of it can be twisted to apply to Masamori and his family that I'm taking it. ))
I hate this place.
Masamori idly kicked the side of the building as he sat on the edge of the roof of the Karasumori High School building. He could have been more careful to stay concealed, but in the time he'd been keeping an eye on Yoshimori and Tokine-chan as they patrolled he hadn't been sighted, or if he had Tokine-chan had decided not to mention it. His brother, of course, he could rely on to be oblivious. And from the roof he could take care of any high-flying ayakashi that managed to escape the immediate notice of the kekkaishi below. It was less boring than lurking in the classrooms. Though not by much.
He'd asked Grandfather if he could start taking jobs from the Shadow Organization, and the old man had dismissed it as expected. Grandfather was so set on the superiority of the Sumimuras, even though his own daughter had worked with the Shadow Organization. She might still take jobs from them. It was hard to get much information from Mother on what work she was doing even when she was home, and her visits were becoming more infrequent again. The Yukimuras, Masamori reflected, were much more sensible in dealing with the Shadow Organization and other outsiders. But Grandfather would call that a sign of the Yukimura's inferiority, of course.
A bird landed on the ledge a few yards away. Masamori set a kekkai around it, then dismissed the construction. What was the point of having trained his whole life if he couldn't do anything with it? Grandfather expected to hand over control of Karasumori entirely to Yoshimori. What did he expect of Masamori? Or was that just not worth consideration, when he had a legitimate successor to train?
Below him, Yoshimori ran after a small, scurrying ayakashi, consistently placing kekkai widely off-target. Tokine-chan came running from the other direction, containing and destroying the ayakashi in one move. Yoshimori's shoulders slumped as Tokine-chan put her hands on her hips. She was giving him another lecture, no doubt. She could look after him. Masamori really only kept coming here out of habit. And besides, no legitimate successor had ever died on the Karasumori grounds. Those two would be safe.
Why am I here? The thought lashed out, sharp. This place was a trap. Why should he stay here and let it drain him? He shouldn't.
He wouldn't. He'd have another talk with Grandfather. And if the old man still said no, he'd leave anyway.
"Bring Me Down," Lenka
I hate this place.
Masamori idly kicked the side of the building as he sat on the edge of the roof of the Karasumori High School building. He could have been more careful to stay concealed, but in the time he'd been keeping an eye on Yoshimori and Tokine-chan as they patrolled he hadn't been sighted, or if he had Tokine-chan had decided not to mention it. His brother, of course, he could rely on to be oblivious. And from the roof he could take care of any high-flying ayakashi that managed to escape the immediate notice of the kekkaishi below. It was less boring than lurking in the classrooms. Though not by much.
He'd asked Grandfather if he could start taking jobs from the Shadow Organization, and the old man had dismissed it as expected. Grandfather was so set on the superiority of the Sumimuras, even though his own daughter had worked with the Shadow Organization. She might still take jobs from them. It was hard to get much information from Mother on what work she was doing even when she was home, and her visits were becoming more infrequent again. The Yukimuras, Masamori reflected, were much more sensible in dealing with the Shadow Organization and other outsiders. But Grandfather would call that a sign of the Yukimura's inferiority, of course.
A bird landed on the ledge a few yards away. Masamori set a kekkai around it, then dismissed the construction. What was the point of having trained his whole life if he couldn't do anything with it? Grandfather expected to hand over control of Karasumori entirely to Yoshimori. What did he expect of Masamori? Or was that just not worth consideration, when he had a legitimate successor to train?
Below him, Yoshimori ran after a small, scurrying ayakashi, consistently placing kekkai widely off-target. Tokine-chan came running from the other direction, containing and destroying the ayakashi in one move. Yoshimori's shoulders slumped as Tokine-chan put her hands on her hips. She was giving him another lecture, no doubt. She could look after him. Masamori really only kept coming here out of habit. And besides, no legitimate successor had ever died on the Karasumori grounds. Those two would be safe.
Why am I here? The thought lashed out, sharp. This place was a trap. Why should he stay here and let it drain him? He shouldn't.
He wouldn't. He'd have another talk with Grandfather. And if the old man still said no, he'd leave anyway.