The Millefiore HQ in Italy was a lot like a hospital: sterile-looking, but filled with harbingers of death. In a few hours' time he would finally be able to escape its white walls. Shouichi knew that he should be happy for that...but the young Millefiore captain was anything but. As he stood outside of his superior's office with the last set of reports he'd ever bring the man in person, Shouichi's hands shook slightly and he could feel the stirrings of a stomachache in his gut.
'Get a grip, Shouichi...'
Everything was going according to plan, so the dread he was feeling made absolutely no sense. Shouichi took a deep breath and carefully schooled his features into what he hoped was a neutral expression. They were so close...if he showed any weakness now, it would throw away years and years of careful planning.
And the future of this world.
"Byakuran-san, I'm coming in," he called out, opening the door to the Millefiore leader's office.
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Date: 2012-04-02 05:31 am (UTC)'Get a grip, Shouichi...'
Everything was going according to plan, so the dread he was feeling made absolutely no sense. Shouichi took a deep breath and carefully schooled his features into what he hoped was a neutral expression. They were so close...if he showed any weakness now, it would throw away years and years of careful planning.
And the future of this world.
"Byakuran-san, I'm coming in," he called out, opening the door to the Millefiore leader's office.