How did I end up here?[open]

He sat there and glowered for what seemed to be six hours as compared to how long it was really taking. The look of absolute disdain embracing Asuma's features unyielding, he decided to think about just what the hell he was about to do at that one moment in time.

Now this wasn't brought on by some frivolous exchange that managed to set off Asuma; No, he had been here for the past few moments just watching the conversation take place between three random people. One looked like he was about to go off and kill the other two, the second was attempting to diffuse the situation, and the third was some bitch rambling off to herself, as though she were entirely oblivious to everything happening around her.

Some bitch rambling off to herself, as though she were entirely oblivious to everything happening around her. Asuma didn't know why, but that girl and her simple presence sparked a feeling of malevolence within him; As though he wanted to walk up and strangle her to death with his own two hands, or slit her throat open, that she may never speak again.

Perhaps it was her mannerisms; The way she acted, spoke and whatnot, she seemed like what the people in the Human world call an "autist". At least, that's what Asuma thought. That girl seemed to personify just about everything he hated, or had an irrational hatred of.

Irrational? Probably. But he thought it was absolutely something to act on at that moment in time. And act on it he would, as he unsheathed his sword and took a slow wade towards the girl, the look of contempt brandishing itself on Asuma's face.