“Do you really trust her so little?” he whispers.
Zen’s feels his heart stop. Did he…? Before he can complete the thought, a crushing pain blooms across his cheek and the metallic taste of copper fills his mouth.
It’s chaos after that. There are no other words for what the world descends into. Vaguely, he can hear the sound of Mitsuhide yelling, horses whinnying in panic, but they both have lost their desire for speech. It holds no purpose here anymore. Knees find ribs, fists sink into weak flesh, arms wrap around necks in an attempt to bring the other to the ground. There’s the sharp sensation of teeth digging into skin and Zen yelps, pushing Obi away, only to have his foot swept out from under him.
Obi’s on top of him in an instant, hands fisted in his collar, thighs pinning his legs down and Zen’s rigid fingers head towards Obi’s eyes a split second before the weight of the other man is dragged off of him entirely.
“I SAID STOP!” Mitsuhide roars.
Zen pushes himself up on his elbows, panting, looking across the room to where Obi limbs sprawl across the ground. He’s already pushed himself half up, body poised to fly into an attack once more.
Inktober 2017 - Day 21 - Furious
Drawing dedicated to @superhappybubbleslove
All credits go to her and her fanfiction “Ever After”
(link to this chapter: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8585254/chapters/22394870)