雪||Nothing Like My Father

The samurai let out a light chuckle upon hearing the question, turning his head to face who he was speaking with. 

“Goodness, no I’m hardly qualifie-” he stopped mid sentence upon seeing the others face. he could barely process in his brain to whom he was speaking to, he looked like a younger version of…

[ 鴉 ] -  This was getting slightly more awkward for the samurai, by the sounds of it their relationship as father and son was… unstable to say the least, perhaps it even has already crumbled. 

“Ah you could say he was strict, but I didn’t join the Shinsengumi expecting to be coddled.” 

Then Miyoshi seemed to smile a little as he began remembering things from the past.  “Actually I gave him a pretty hard time, I’d skip out on training, cause all sorts of trouble around the compound… He doesn’t still do random drills before the crack of dawn does he?” 

Thinking about that now it was probably because of Miyoshi skipping out on training that he did these ‘surprise’ drills. 

Yuki arched an eyebrow. The scowl dissolved, replaced by a sardonic smirk. “Strict is putting it far too mildly, ne?” He huffed out a sharp laugh. Perhaps he had found a sort of kindred spirit in this man. 

“He does drills at dawn. I don’t.” Anymore. “He used to wake me up to watch the sunset before forcing me to learn how to use a sword.” Hours and hours, and Yuki’s grip never felt right. The bokken never felt right. He hated swordsmanship. It was useless, and it made him feel - 

He pushed the thought aside.

The samurai let out a light chuckle upon hearing the question, turning his head to face who he was speaking with. 

“Goodness, no I’m hardly qualifie-” he stopped mid sentence upon seeing the others face. he could barely process in his brain to whom he was speaking to, he looked like a younger version of…

[ 鴉 ]  

Yikes! 

This was one angry and rude teenager! Apparently He only got his looks from his father and nothing else.

“Look, I’m sorry for staring but you surprised me. And if you must know I was in the third division of the Shinsengumi, Saitou Hajime was my captain.” 

The Samurai then wondered if his captain ever mentioned him, and silently hoped that he hadn’t. 

“My name is Miyoshi Yukata” 

The revelation that the visitor wasn’t a captain surprised Yuki deeply. It was only the other captains who seemed to show their faces, and the boy could easily guess why.

“Saitou was your captain?” Yuki unfolded his arms and lifted a brow. “Must have been rough. He’s strict as hell. Let me guess, he expected you to be perfect at everything, right? And drop everything to do exactly what he wanted when he wanted it.” Yuki’s voice still carried an edge, but this time more sardonic than angered. “And then he wouldn’t even say anything when you actually did it. No acknowledgement at all.”

Yuki found his gaze shifting away; a strange sadness tugged at him faintly.

The samurai let out a light chuckle upon hearing the question, turning his head to face who he was speaking with. 

“Goodness, no I’m hardly qualifie-” he stopped mid sentence upon seeing the others face. he could barely process in his brain to whom he was speaking to, he looked like a younger version of…

The teen glared at the other man, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Quit staring at me like that. State who you are and why you’re here, or I’ll assume you’re a trespasser.”

“Let’s go out to drink instead,” he continued, turning on his heel wordlessly and expecting his friend to follow. Once he was well out of his father’s room, he began to speak again. “We might meet some women that way, ne?” A smile fought at his lips. With Katashi doing his bidding, he could order him to act in a way that would make Yuki look better in front of any pretty ladies. This was a good predicament.

     "What do you think I am, a tayuu?" Was he confusing him with his mother? Red flags were going off in his mind as he was told to fetch the alcohol from Saitou’s room, but Katashi was a man! Well, a prideful teenager, but he was still a man! He wouldn’t protest it or complain for the sake of his pride! And so he could later shift the blame where it belonged if ever he were to be questioned: back to Yuki. Grumbling under his breath, he headed down the hall, pausing only once to turn and give an overly dramatic bow. "I’ll be back, Bastard-sama.” 

       He honestly couldn’t believe that Yuki was making him steal from his father—once one of the most intimidating men of the Shinsengumi! 

                                                          … 

                                 Actually, never mind. He could believe it. 

Wait...he's actually going to do it?

What happened when Katashi brought the bottle back and the two of them drank it? Yuki's father would know it had been taken and he had no doubts that he would be blamed for it. Not that he was afraid of any punishments Saitou could inflict. Not afraid at all.....

Quirking a tensed brow at the young man, Hijikata folded his arms over his chest. “I see. Where’s he off to? I can meet him there, or just wait ‘til he comes back,” he muttered in response, already finding insurmountable disdain in the glare the teen was currently shooting at him. “Who are you, anyway?” The vice commander knew Saitou had a few kids, but he couldn’t imagine this kid was one of them—he hadn’t referred to the former captain as dad, afterall.

 "You're not so sweet yourself. I'm surprised you two could even stand each other."

"....." Well played Katashi. "You may. Now," Yuki cleared his throat. "How about some sake? Pretty sure Saitou keeps a bottle of the fine stuff in his room. Go get it for me." His father was out at the moment, but if he found out...

        "Yeah, but she’s a girl at least! We can’t ask our moms about this! They’ll always think we’re adorable!” They were biased parties! They needed to ask a single female that would remain unbiased on the issue, and who better then Yuki’s little sister? 

     Still no good?! Exhaling dramatically, Katashi flopped onto his back and covered his face with his hands. He was sure that that was a good one! How could it have failed?! "We’re hopeless, aren’t we, Yuki?" 

He looked over at Katashi with as serious an expression as he could muster. "We will have to figure this out some other way."

"Eto, I...I don't know." One hand rose, absently pushing back indigo bangs. "He gets ill a lot. I've been away from home so I don't really..." Yuki swallowed. Calm down. Hayao was probably fine. "A-And he hasn't come here before?"

He bowed somewhat hastily to the woman. "Gomennasai. I did not mean to interrupt your business."