In Your Eyes [Hugh]

Hugh is nearly blown over with the explosive force of his sister's voice and her raging attitude as soon as he steps through the threshhold of the door to their house. She hadn't even waited for him to finish locking it before her voice reached dangerous levels he often associated with his mother if he had ever done something "horrible" as he'd believed it to be when he was younger. Luckily, those times were rare. The sudden change in volume always makes the Dex Holder to leap out of his skin.

He's already locked the door behind him, too. There's no escape from his baby sister's wrath. Diagla, Palkia, and Giratina what did I do?! In his sleep-deprived state he can't muster the energy to allow his poor temper to flare up right back at her, not that he'd even allow himself to - the many mental blocks preventing the harsh side of his tongue from lashing against her he's built up over the years courtesy of his well-known rage are still intact despite the wear and tear they've faced lately.

He allows her powerful words to beat against him, meshing in with the other events that have taken place within the past fifty-odd hours he's been awake. It numbs him to anything else, and while he remains fully alert to all she says, he finds his gaze won't even rise to meet hers. Partly from exhaustion, partly from guilt he feels because of the truth he hears in her words, and partly because he's too ashamed to admit that his actions had been half out of fear that she'd be taken as well were he to fail in saving Mei. "It's just..." He only would have endangered his beloved sister and failed more than he already has.

"Kalula, I--" Her words cut him off

He swallows when she does, half-wondering what he had been thinking. His rescue of Mei was flawless - almost as though it had been too easy. What if something had gone wrong with just him and he wound up getting captured, or worse, Mei killed? He's snapped out of his thoughts immediately with the last words she demands of him.

"...you're good at leaving without telling people..."

It echoes in his mind and his red eyes go wide as he stares at her, jaw dropped in stunned silence as she turns and runs. His body is rigid as the venom from her stinging words numbs him entirely. He feels as though she's punched him in the stomach, and finds himself still-staring at the spot she's just run from.

"...sh--." He tries to muster words, but fails even himself. His knees buckle slightly and he lands on the floor with an audible thump, hands hung weakly in his lap.

He stares with almost empty eyes at the wooden floor, only livening up slightly when the Liepard comes into his view. She crouches so he doesn't have to raise his head, green eyes staring intently into his as though prompting him to speak. "Sh...she's right." The pokemon cocks her head to the side, ear twitching. "I am...good at leaving other people." His lips curl with disgust as he realizes this can be added to the ever-growing list of his negative qualities.

"...my own sister..."

He's silent for a moment, before feeling lancing pain shooting through his wrist. "Ow!" The Liepard had bit him (gently, but it still hurt like hell!) and now stared at him with a flat expression, as though calling him a moron in her own way. "What?!" She points upstairs with her nose, tail twitching in a nearly irritable manner. "...Right." He sighs and pushes himself up, hauling his body up the stairs and almost unconsciously beelining straight for his room. He sheds his jacket, gloves, hip pouch, and shoes, grimacing as the leather of his glove pulls over the swollen knuckle he's sure he's sprained or fractured from his earlier punch of an unmoving door.

The teenager taps his socked toes once against the wooden floor before running his hands across his arms in an attempt to get himself to focus before he exits his room and moves down the hall to Kalula's, standing outside her door for a short time before finally knocking.

"K...Kalula..." he glances to the side, knowing it's too late now. "...don't be --" Hugh cuts himself off, sighing as he reminds himself to choose his words more carefully, "...we should uh...talk about this."

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