the mortal boy king / captured

[Luca]

Luca had travelled a lot in the past. It was necessary, really, it was hard to stay in a place peacefully when you were being hunted for all sorts of crimes. That was in the past now, though. The Typhoon was his home, the people here were nice to him, and he was reluctant to leave again. He would be lying if he said that the thought hadnt crossed his mind though, especially after his... tantrum the other day. He still hadn't forgiven himself for hurting the others, he doubted he'd ever be able to forgive himself. God knows he hadn't managed it in the past.

His pawsteps were soft as he followed behind Lucifer and Linux, his good eye steely and lips pulled tight with stress. Of all the people to be captured... why did it have to be Junji? Guilt tugged at his heart and he frowned, turning to gaze to stare at his paws as pink claws dug into the sand. His fault, it was his fault. If Junji came back and he was never the same, if he was broken and irreparable, then Luca would have to live with the thought that he did that to the pretty angelic feline. The smell of the Pitt was sickening, twisting around his mind. He almost didn't notice the furious flames that licked along his paw pads and the surface of his tongue.