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[Birthday] A Good Sword
AKIIIII HAPPY BIRTHDAY AKI!! To my favorite Pumpkin King and vampire of the night--thank you for being such a wonderful friend throughout all of these years. It's always a joy to get to talk to and see you, and con shenanigans with you have been one of the high points of this past year's conning.
SO THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING, this is just a little token of my appreciation but I hope you enjoy it! And happy happy biiiirthday!
--
When Sousei submitted his request for leave from the army, he didn't get a response--not that he expected one. Committing treason a second time seemed to have left everyone puzzled with how to even deal with him; he'd done so not once, but twice, and yet...seemed to always manage to be in the right when he did. It left the army and government in a bit of a sticky situation for how to deal with him.
So he left.
He'd done all he'd intended on doing, after all--he'd saved the country (twice, at that), he'd put the army back in its place, and he'd made sure his protege and his dumbass brother would be okay.
And so it was time to keep another promise, one he'd made some time before, to a sword that had, in the end, been an incredibly good sword.
The ability to go from world to world was still ridiculous, as far as Sousei was concerned, but he was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth; dragging himself from Japan circa 1870 to Japan.............circa some date he wasn't entirely sure was just the sort of adventure that would get him away from Kumous for awhile--and also the whole treason issue.
It was definitely fine.
Sousei made his way up to the citadel quickly, posture as rim rod straight as ever, arms crossed behind his back and sword, as ever, by his side. And, properly and primly, he ignores the chaos of the swords around him (some of them far too familiar) to stride right up to the door and...knock.
It was the work of... much longer than he wanted it to be for him to find Kashuu, unfortunately. He stepped through the door, and was nearly slammed into by a gaggle of small swords bolting down the hallway for some reason or other--he stepped quickly to one side, only to be dragged into five minutes of thorough apologies from an older (?) blue-haired sword which felt a little to practiced.
When Sousei managed to extract himself from that, a blue haori was enough to catch his attention, the promise of blue Shinsengumi garb more than enough to convince him that, if nothing else, it would lead him in Kashuu's direction.
Instead, it was Yamato, who was wide-eyed and more than innocently willing to tell him where Kashuu was, except he somehow couldn't recall, and Sousei had to bite back the urge to roll his eyes into the sky.
He pulled himself away from Yamato's deep thought, continuing on through the citadel; he was certain if he continued, eventually he would find the one person he came here to visit, after all. Spying a familiar face seated peacefully, Sousei made his way over to Mikazuki Munechika's side. (First mistake, really.)
Really, the question wasn't that difficult, Sousei thought--he was just asking where Kashuu was, and yet somehow he was roped into sitting there by the older sword's side, tea in hand and philosophical questions and answers on his tongue, and that was a situation that took far longer than he wanted to admit to to safely extract himself from.
Right.
This was starting to get ridiculous, but surely--
Sousei's stride down the hallways had gotten a fair bit more focused, and he wasn't entirely prepared to collide with someone of far shorter stature than him, dressed in white robes and with stunning gold eyes. Sousei reached out to steady him, and the boy (he had to be a boy, right...? He looked like he was nothing more than a child) looked up at him, cocking his head to one side slightly.
"Abe...?" came the thoughtful murmur, and Sousei's eyes narrowed, inspecting the man who must have been the saniwa the other swords so often talked about. So that's how it was, hm...? Perhaps it shouldn't have been surprising at all that he'd be able to sense Sousei's ancestry, when it was an ancestry like that.
Regardless, in true Sousei fashion, he carried forward bullheadedly, asking politely but firmly where he could find a certain sword in this citadel, and from there... from there...it only took a few moments before he was finally able to find the sword that he'd come all that way to find.
Sousei snorted softly under his breath, and took a seat next to Kashuu, quirking an eyebrow at him. Kashuu's expression, which had lightened at seeing Sousei again, had quickly become more amused than anything, even as he lifted a hand to stifle a snort he'd never admit he made.
Sousei blinked. "What is it now, Kashuu?"
Kashuu just shook his head in response, leaning up to reach for Sousei's hair, tidying the askew bangs, tugging cherry blossoms from the strands. He was quick to tidy Akira's clothes as well, a neat and simple tug at the shoulders and hem, even as he said, "Jeeze, you look like you ran a marathon, or something--"
Sousei sighed.
Kashuu's eyebrows arched, expression growing even more amused despite himself, almost wickedly so, especially when Sousei resignedly admitted, "Your...sword companions are a bit much. Even for me."
Especially for him, really.
"Even so," Sousei continued onward gamely, expression focused. "I don't intend to let go of my goal."
Still so stiff, still so formal; Kashuu opened his mouth as if to point that out, to point out that he could relax, when Sousei stood, brushing himself off and offering Kashuu a hand.
"I believe... I owe you another dance."
"Of all of the promises to remember..." Kashuu said, more to himself than Sousei, but even so, he took the hand--it was endearing, after all, so very endearing that this man who still clearly thought of him as a good sword was so certain to keep his promises to him that even those made jokingly...were something Sousei would never let pass.
It wasn't so bad, was it? To know--that no matter what, Sousei was going to keep his word, and quietly, Kashuu took up the proper position for the dance and took the first step.
SO THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING, this is just a little token of my appreciation but I hope you enjoy it! And happy happy biiiirthday!
--
When Sousei submitted his request for leave from the army, he didn't get a response--not that he expected one. Committing treason a second time seemed to have left everyone puzzled with how to even deal with him; he'd done so not once, but twice, and yet...seemed to always manage to be in the right when he did. It left the army and government in a bit of a sticky situation for how to deal with him.
So he left.
He'd done all he'd intended on doing, after all--he'd saved the country (twice, at that), he'd put the army back in its place, and he'd made sure his protege and his dumbass brother would be okay.
And so it was time to keep another promise, one he'd made some time before, to a sword that had, in the end, been an incredibly good sword.
The ability to go from world to world was still ridiculous, as far as Sousei was concerned, but he was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth; dragging himself from Japan circa 1870 to Japan.............circa some date he wasn't entirely sure was just the sort of adventure that would get him away from Kumous for awhile--and also the whole treason issue.
It was definitely fine.
Sousei made his way up to the citadel quickly, posture as rim rod straight as ever, arms crossed behind his back and sword, as ever, by his side. And, properly and primly, he ignores the chaos of the swords around him (some of them far too familiar) to stride right up to the door and...knock.
It was the work of... much longer than he wanted it to be for him to find Kashuu, unfortunately. He stepped through the door, and was nearly slammed into by a gaggle of small swords bolting down the hallway for some reason or other--he stepped quickly to one side, only to be dragged into five minutes of thorough apologies from an older (?) blue-haired sword which felt a little to practiced.
When Sousei managed to extract himself from that, a blue haori was enough to catch his attention, the promise of blue Shinsengumi garb more than enough to convince him that, if nothing else, it would lead him in Kashuu's direction.
Instead, it was Yamato, who was wide-eyed and more than innocently willing to tell him where Kashuu was, except he somehow couldn't recall, and Sousei had to bite back the urge to roll his eyes into the sky.
He pulled himself away from Yamato's deep thought, continuing on through the citadel; he was certain if he continued, eventually he would find the one person he came here to visit, after all. Spying a familiar face seated peacefully, Sousei made his way over to Mikazuki Munechika's side. (First mistake, really.)
Really, the question wasn't that difficult, Sousei thought--he was just asking where Kashuu was, and yet somehow he was roped into sitting there by the older sword's side, tea in hand and philosophical questions and answers on his tongue, and that was a situation that took far longer than he wanted to admit to to safely extract himself from.
Right.
This was starting to get ridiculous, but surely--
Sousei's stride down the hallways had gotten a fair bit more focused, and he wasn't entirely prepared to collide with someone of far shorter stature than him, dressed in white robes and with stunning gold eyes. Sousei reached out to steady him, and the boy (he had to be a boy, right...? He looked like he was nothing more than a child) looked up at him, cocking his head to one side slightly.
"Abe...?" came the thoughtful murmur, and Sousei's eyes narrowed, inspecting the man who must have been the saniwa the other swords so often talked about. So that's how it was, hm...? Perhaps it shouldn't have been surprising at all that he'd be able to sense Sousei's ancestry, when it was an ancestry like that.
Regardless, in true Sousei fashion, he carried forward bullheadedly, asking politely but firmly where he could find a certain sword in this citadel, and from there... from there...it only took a few moments before he was finally able to find the sword that he'd come all that way to find.
Sousei snorted softly under his breath, and took a seat next to Kashuu, quirking an eyebrow at him. Kashuu's expression, which had lightened at seeing Sousei again, had quickly become more amused than anything, even as he lifted a hand to stifle a snort he'd never admit he made.
Sousei blinked. "What is it now, Kashuu?"
Kashuu just shook his head in response, leaning up to reach for Sousei's hair, tidying the askew bangs, tugging cherry blossoms from the strands. He was quick to tidy Akira's clothes as well, a neat and simple tug at the shoulders and hem, even as he said, "Jeeze, you look like you ran a marathon, or something--"
Sousei sighed.
Kashuu's eyebrows arched, expression growing even more amused despite himself, almost wickedly so, especially when Sousei resignedly admitted, "Your...sword companions are a bit much. Even for me."
Especially for him, really.
"Even so," Sousei continued onward gamely, expression focused. "I don't intend to let go of my goal."
Still so stiff, still so formal; Kashuu opened his mouth as if to point that out, to point out that he could relax, when Sousei stood, brushing himself off and offering Kashuu a hand.
"I believe... I owe you another dance."
"Of all of the promises to remember..." Kashuu said, more to himself than Sousei, but even so, he took the hand--it was endearing, after all, so very endearing that this man who still clearly thought of him as a good sword was so certain to keep his promises to him that even those made jokingly...were something Sousei would never let pass.
It wasn't so bad, was it? To know--that no matter what, Sousei was going to keep his word, and quietly, Kashuu took up the proper position for the dance and took the first step.