[ If there was one constant of his youth (that wasn't mired by ugliness) Genji could name, it would be that his big brother was the only one who could ever sneak up on him. And it seems that even after ten years and in this strange new place it was not any different.
He hears the fast paced footsteps and the creak of a bow and nostalgia washes over him before he has a chance to really react. Genji almost thinks that the darkness of the underground is making his mind wander to what ifs—
But no, this is as real as anything else. He turns and there he is, his elder brother, looking just as he did a few weeks ago back at their former home. He quickly sheaths his wakizashi and clicks closed the shuriken compartment on his wrist and gives him a moment.
But he says nothing, visibly floundering, and he isn't surprised. Genji just nods his head slightly and keeps his hands at his sides. ] Hello brother.
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He hears the fast paced footsteps and the creak of a bow and nostalgia washes over him before he has a chance to really react. Genji almost thinks that the darkness of the underground is making his mind wander to what ifs—
But no, this is as real as anything else. He turns and there he is, his elder brother, looking just as he did a few weeks ago back at their former home. He quickly sheaths his wakizashi and clicks closed the shuriken compartment on his wrist and gives him a moment.
But he says nothing, visibly floundering, and he isn't surprised. Genji just nods his head slightly and keeps his hands at his sides. ] Hello brother.