don't say it

She smiled and looked up at him with her brilliant intelligent eyes as she picked up on his meaning. Did he want to fight her? ”Fight is a strong word,” he told her bashfully. ”A friendly spar would suffice.” He grinned at her, but he wasn’t about to underestimate a sister of Mortis. Hikaru took a tentative step forward as she used her sharp claws to do away with the wreckage she’d wreaked on the dummy. And his liquid silver gaze looked over the apparatus. He enjoyed working with something similar back home, when he had a dummy to spar with there wasn’t anyone to critique your mistakes. Hika mostly blocked the harsh training methods and the damage they did to him. You accepted what happened and moved on. He couldn’t change the past but he could refuse to relive it. He’d found a new home, one where he belonged. No one had the right to rub his face in the mud anymore.

Hikaru offered what help he could as she put the fauxponent back together. ”I was born into it, I never knew anything else.” Hika offered almost off hand as memories were dredged from the depths. ”I took a long time to realize Nippon wasn’t where I was meant to be.” Now that he knew what wasn’t right, realizing what was became easier. Hikaru decided that the Armada really was where he belonged. Beside Mortis, working for the honor of the pack, Hika could admit he had found happiness. ”I think I’ve found my place here.” He said softly as he packed grass into the body of the dummy and his mind shifted to Mort’s features.