Illua hadn't been too bad. Kadaj had kept calm, explained himself, and stuck with the story; what had started as a spat had got out of hand, Nnoitra had stepped in when Kadaj was nearly killed, but Orochimaru hadn't backed off, hadn't backed down, and the only way the fight was going to end was with someone dead.
He wasn't sure how much Illua had believed, or how much she really cared. The loss of a member was a blow to the clan, of course. Orochimaru was a respected member, and had been for some time. His death would be noticed. Kadaj had stood, and listened to the firm admonishments and quiet displeasure, but he had held his tongue, kept to the story, and been permitted to leave.
Now there was Kuja, and Kadaj's stomach knotted unpleasantly as he approached Kuja's quarters. Kuja would have questions, and Kuja would already know, by now, that Orochimaru was dead, and he'd have had the time to dwell on his thoughts and feelings regarding that, and that scared Kadaj.
Kadaj had questions, too, and the answers to those scared him. He loved Kuja, he really did, but the thought that he may have to break away from him for his own sake scared Kadaj. He didn't want to; he wasn't sure he could bring himself to openly defy Kuja, let alone hate him.
He hesitated at the door, still carrying Kusanagi, though the weight felt anything but reassuring. It weighed of guilt, not victory, but also not regret. Never regret, not for Orochimaru. After a long moment to draw himself together, he knocked.
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He wasn't sure how much Illua had believed, or how much she really cared. The loss of a member was a blow to the clan, of course. Orochimaru was a respected member, and had been for some time. His death would be noticed. Kadaj had stood, and listened to the firm admonishments and quiet displeasure, but he had held his tongue, kept to the story, and been permitted to leave.
Now there was Kuja, and Kadaj's stomach knotted unpleasantly as he approached Kuja's quarters. Kuja would have questions, and Kuja would already know, by now, that Orochimaru was dead, and he'd have had the time to dwell on his thoughts and feelings regarding that, and that scared Kadaj.
Kadaj had questions, too, and the answers to those scared him. He loved Kuja, he really did, but the thought that he may have to break away from him for his own sake scared Kadaj. He didn't want to; he wasn't sure he could bring himself to openly defy Kuja, let alone hate him.
He hesitated at the door, still carrying Kusanagi, though the weight felt anything but reassuring. It weighed of guilt, not victory, but also not regret. Never regret, not for Orochimaru. After a long moment to draw himself together, he knocked.
No turning back now.