Yamanaka Flowers

Raphael’s eyes narrowed and his fake eye returned it’s attention back on into pink haired woman. His temper instantly rose and he felt his skin growing hot…too hot to be normal. Though he hated to admit it, Raphael didn’t have complete control of his body since his last upgrade, and his temper, and several other emotions, tended to draw out somethings he would rather keep to himself. Until he needed it of course. It took Raphael several long moments before he could see past the Uchiha and focus on how she had just worded that. He turned around and stood in the door frame.

“Stop.” His voice was cold and harsh, his human eye slowly warped yellow, and almost demonic. “You said you had been planning this for months. Which means you were expecting him to return for Nanami and yet you did nothing about it?” But that wasn’t the only thing she said that bothered him. “Why should it matter if I was here or not. I would have thought my presence here would have been helpful, Unless of course you are you planning on killing him.” He sneered as the idea left his lips and he scoffed at the idea. “Or did you plan on trying to return your happy little family back together now that he was returning. It must be easy going back after you killed my son.”
He instantly regretted letting his temper get the better of him. He had never made a childish mistake like that before, and he said something he didn’t quite mean. Normally he would have made her explain herself before making conclusions. But irritability was a sign that his mind hadn’t adapted to the excess hormones of the new Virus. Even so, he did not apologize, and he did not stop glaring at her. He closed his eyes and tried to regain his composure, tried to remember what was important to him. But his pride would allow him to retract the words he had already spoken. In 6 months he had grown more attached to Nanami than anything else in the world, and refused to let the last of his children leave. His mind wondered on his own blood ties and he wondered if he could have felt the same about Vincent…

Raphael turned his back and was about to walk out of the house. “When he arrives, I’m going to kill him. And if you try to stop me…I’ll kill you.” Again his temper got the better of him, and his pride refused to give her the slightest hint of that. He wasn’t as sweet as his brother, nor could he come out and say what he felt without becoming angry and defensive. After all these years she was just as weak as when he found her the first time. And he wasn’t sure who he hated more for that