Slipping through the shadows in the Lin Kuei temple, Bi-Han found himself in the Grandmaster's quarters. Kuai was fast asleep, unaware of his looming death. Bi-Han stood at the end of the bed, sickle in hand, waiting to see if Kuai would wake up. He didn't.
So he stood there, waiting to strike. He swore he'd do it, slit Kuai Liang's throat and watch his life drain from his eyes. He had every right to, this traitor who stole his name and fraternised with his murderer. Yet all he did was watch Kuai sleep. He didn't realise how long it had been until the first rays of sunlight started to bleed through the curtains.
He left before Kuai woke up.
He returned, almost every night, providing Kuai Liang was at the temple and alone. Each time, he'd stand primed and ready, promising himself that this time would be the time he'd go through with it. Each time, he'd leave with Kuai Liang still very much alive and none the wiser.
One night, Kuai woke up, but even then it was in a half asleep stupor. He wasn't even aware of who Bi-Han was, let alone why he was standing and watching him sleep.
“What are you doing?” Kuai slurred out.
“Nothing,” he had replied, unsure what else to do lest Kuai gain more awareness of his surroundings. “Go back to sleep.”
His younger brother settled back down, drifting back off to sleep quickly. The idiot didn't seem to realise the grave danger he was in. Even after all these years, he was still a moron.
The routine continued.
Then, on one night, the door of Kuai Liang's room creaked open. Bi-Han watched as Kano slunk into the room, creeping across to the bed, knife in hand. It was clear someone had sent him here to kill Kuai Liang, but Bi-Han wasn't about to have some rat steal his kill.
Kano didn't even notice him at first, Bi-Han blending into the darkness of the room so well. When Kano had made it to the side of Kuai's bed, he'd lifted the knife up, readying it to drive into Kuai's chest. Bi-Han cleared his throat, loud enough for Kano to hear but not to wake Kuai up. Kano froze, before turning his head to see Bi-Han.
Glaring at the Australian silently, Bi-Han pointed at him before bringing the finger to his own neck and miming slitting his throat. The threat was clear.
Kano just stared at him, then glanced at the sleeping grandmaster before his eyes flicked once more to Bi-Han. Kano gave a sheepish smile, before giving Bi-Han a thumbs up, and slowly backing away back to the door.
As Bi-Han watched Kano disappear once again, he wondered why he'd just done that.
Eventually, he settled on it being because Kuai Liang was his to kill.
So... Why hadn't he done it yet?
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