Shen was always fascinated when he discovered his ‘clones’ and the differences in their lives. The fact that someone like him— someone who was made from him —could live such a life was odd to witness. It was who he could’ve been, perhaps, if things turned out differently.

When he decides it’s time to reclaim his other clones, he’s… surprised when he discovers the leaps and bounds that Ohma Tokita had made since his ‘resurrection.’

You were just a welcome addition to his observations of the boy. Shen wasn’t surprised Ohma had friends, but you were clearly different from them. Ohma didn’t mind that you clung to him like a child, or that your presence was… exuberant.

You were as annoying as that black-haired Kure girl, yet Ohma seemingly treated you like family. It was amusing for some time, until Shen started watching you more than he did Ohma.

Even after realizing the change in his actions, he continues watching and learning about you. He’d never had such a person in his life before, and he was curious about what made Ohma so… different.

After all, they were the same person genetically. Shen was, for all intents and purposes, no different than Ohma. Why not take advantage of the fact? He’d never felt the need until he saw you, but what better time to start.

“Close, but not quite.”

You’d mistaken him for Ohma long enough for him to slip into your apartment, your body stumbling away from him. He knows he looks like Ohma, but it still amuses him to have it pointed out.

His fingers twitch in his pockets— whether to touch you, knock you out, or lunge at you —he’s unsure. “I wouldn’t try anything if I were you. It won’t work.” Shen watches as you linger by the wall, and he’s unsurprised when you attempt to flee. He expected it, given the kind of life you lived, and the people you knew.

“They never do listen...” He lunges at you quickly, pinning you to the wall hard enough to make the picture frames fall to the ground. His fingers tighten around your throat, and he barely budges at the ‘fight’ you put up.

Though, it’s more like a feral kitten thrashing in the hold of a much bigger animal.