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Train Car Tension

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Ankh absolutely did not like this situation. At all.

First there was those damned Imagin, who were all annoying as hell. That red one especially got on his nerves. What was his name… Momotaros? There was just something about him that really got under his skin.

Well, this body’s skin anyways. At least the Imagin went to a different cart not too long ago. So for the time being he didn’t have to deal with their nonsense.

A little bit earlier, Eiji was called to another part of the Denliner as they all left. Apparently he was needed for something. Ankh didn’t bother to pay attention to exactly what that was though.

This girl named Hana asked Ankh to stay behind. When he stopped to think about it, oddly enough she sort of reminded him of Hina.

She had a sort of freakish strength of her own. Though it wasn’t exactly the same. Ankh had no idea if Hana could effortlessly lift heavy objects, but she could easily attack the Imagin. Which is impressive for just a mere human. Often fighting with Momotaros, Hana would knock him down without breaking a sweat.

Given how just aggravating that particular Imagin was— it was good schadenfreude seeing that annoying peach get put in his place.

Just thinking about it made a smirk form at the edge of his lips.

Still he wouldn't want to deal with that strength himself… Ankh had already been thrown around and crushed by Hina enough as it is. The last thing that he needed right now was to see just how strong this girl was.

Besides, he was already dealing with enough weirdos on this damned train. And quite possibly the most bizarre one of them all was sitting directly across from him.

He had no clue what his name was. Did he even have one? The people here just called him “Owner”. That stewardess gave him a plate of rice with a little flag in it’s center before she went off somewhere else.

Ankh muttered, “Dammit… Why do I have to just sit here?”

The old man looked up from his meal, “You caused quite a disturbance earlier. It would be for the best if you weren’t running about on the Denliner.”

“Tch.”

Owner smiled, with a knowing look. Not saying another word.

Sneering and sliding back into his booth. Hunching over the table, his body language was reminiscent as if his feathers were ruffled. Despite not having any in this body.

The owner just continued to smile, going back to his meal. Sometimes he’d look up back at Ankh, with the exact same knowing look.

God, this guy was weird.

Maybe even weirder than Kougami in some regards… Which is a feat in and of itself.

But for some reason, Ankh couldn’t help but stare at Owner. He was eating in such a peculiar way. Purposefully eating as much as possible while avoiding tipping that flag.

What even was the point in doing this? It looked ridiculous and like a real waste of time. Humans were just so damn strange sometimes.

Looking outside the window as the denliner continued to ride on by, the more time passed the more Ankh began to feel stir-crazy. He couldn’t continue to just sit idly by, especially with this strange man across from him.

That’s it. It’s time to find Eiji, or at least take a stroll around this place. He needed to do something, anything. Just whatever it took to get out of this damn room. As he stood up, he felt a pair of eyes glaring right behind him.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” Owner’s voice was cold.

Ankh scoffed, “Somewhere else. Why does it matter to you?”

“I will not allow you to just waltz around the denliner.”

“You can’t order me around, old man.” He sauntered to the door, only to be met with the owner freezing him in his tracks. Using the end of his cane to trap Ankh against the wall.

Now with his back against the wall, Ankh turned towards Owner and faced him. He was close, a little too close in fact. This entire situation kept going from bad to worse. If only he could grab Eiji and get off this god forsaken train right now.

Ankh’s skin heated up, and a flurry of confusion, rage and heat ran through him all at once. Just who the hell was this guy?

Owner’s glare was fierce and unwavering. That gaze looking straight through Ankh.

And the more Owner’s eyes lingered on him, the more Ankh began to squirm. It was beginning to feel uncomfortably warm in this train car. And that temperature kept on rising.

Looking down at Ankh, “I allowed you on this train, and I can remove you just as easily.” Owner spoke as he leaned forward. His face was in such close proximity to Ankh’s. Dangerously close. And his eyes glanced up and down at Ankh. “…Do I make myself clear?”

Furrowing his brow, “Fine!” Following with a click of his tongue and another sneer. He began to storm back to his booth. Stomping so hard on the ground, that the flag on the Owner’s unfinished meal fell over.

Raising his hands to his face, he did this unusual gesture. Fitting for an equally strange old man. “Ah well.” Saying no more. Strolling towards the exit, and taking his leave.

Just what the hell was his deal?

Ankh really needed to get off this train at the soonest opportunity. Eiji better be done with whatever the hell he was called for, and soon.

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End Notes: Can you really say you're deep into a fandom if you haven't committed word crimes yet? Finally glad I got this out after months of the idea stewing in my head. I might write more of them if I can get any other ideas.

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