[Aimed at is_not_watson!]
This was not how he'd planned to spend the evening, Shinichi thought sourly, leaning against the hallway wall, fighting back a surge of dizziness and fatigue. He'd thought of reading a book or several until he'd put that recent unsettling encounter with Hakuba-san out of his mind. True, he was not particularly concerned about the other right now -- only because a newer, more unsettling encounter had taken its place.
The front of his yukata was stained with his own blood, clutched against his chest, the sword he didn't quite have the strength to lift half-dragged, half appropriated to act as a cane by his side. Shinichi drew a breath and took a few wobbly steps down the hall, stopping abruptly to lean against the wall again.
No, this really hadn't been in his plans at all.
The front of his yukata was stained with his own blood, clutched against his chest, the sword he didn't quite have the strength to lift half-dragged, half appropriated to act as a cane by his side. Shinichi drew a breath and took a few wobbly steps down the hall, stopping abruptly to lean against the wall again.
No, this really hadn't been in his plans at all.