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@mysteryunknown
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jisan what are your tattoos about 💭💭💭
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' ah ? ' and at first there's a flinch , fast followed by the criminal retreat of his hands into his red robe's sleeves , the yin - yang taijitu permanently stained onto the back of both of his palms trying to shrink and hide away their evidence of the rest ; what full body inking he's never dared to show . ' ahaha ... well ... ' there's the impulse to roll with the awkward laughter and to snatch control of the conversation immediately for himself . to tell ritsu with a plain lack of seriousness that what adults always said about anyone with tattoos were true . they were all criminals and delinquents and troublemakers good little kids should've stayed away from . doubly so when finding company with them without fail frightened , intimidated , and painfully drove off the better - minded others . but even that would have been not quite the truth , betraying a far more personal story of when yan qing himself was still innocent and felt nothing short of treasured to be decorated by peonies and bamboo alongside the indelible stamped brand of his lord ; the burden of righteousness stamped onto his back . it's just too old a story . too stale , too bland and selfish with a ghoulish misery , out of place and out of time in a city like this in an era where servants no longer seemed to exist . as mature as ritsu tried to carry himself , it was an adult's responsibility to still recognize a child and carefully manage their growth and exposures . so yan qing doesn't tell the tale of an orphan from over a thousand years ago with skin said to be clear and light as porcelain , who'd been blessed to bear a monetary fortune stained prick by prick into his body truly before any irreversible act turned it proof of criminal persecution , or unbearable abandonment betrayed the prizing meanings it was initially supposed to bear . yan qing , his eyes dodging , clears his throat and adjusts himself before quietly reversing his hands' retreat . as if they hadn't always been visible ; as if by their being pointed out and questioned had only just caused them to appear . ' you've never seen something like this before ? ' he opts for the literal , vanishing himself from any mention . for ritsu's sake . and for his own , too , he privately thinks . ' ... it's a yin and yang symbol . daoists use it mostly as a reminder for coexistence and balance . all things are a part of each other , and too much or too little of anything , from the physical to the spiritual is no good . the bamboo goin' up my arms's mostly decorative ... but on my shoulder there's a dragon ! y'wanna see it ? s'pose if y'wanted to give it some kinda meaning , you could say it's a metaphor for transient things . loong's a creature a' yin , so that's fiction and myth . they lord over waters and the mist and intellect , so throw in the bamboo forest and you've got a reminder . read between the lines , keep your cards close to your chest ... ' it's bittersweet ; his smile is too , but at least like this --- he wasn't lying . ' even that which is invisible to the eyes can still exist within the mind . that's all . '
its fine
@tenkoseiensei said: come alive for my ask too. paws @ ritsu's window yq dgaf its the second floor unprompted always accepting
it's so jarring to see a grown man silhouetted outside his balcony. after tonight, he would never sleep with his curtains open again. he thought suzuki visiting was terrifying enough.
his scream is choked on by his own tongue. small blessings, for he recognizes the presence a few moments later. he's off the bed that very next instant, all tangled sleep laden limbs and blankets. it'd be a miracle if he hadn't woke half the house yet.
ritsu sincerely hoped he had a miracle.
he throws the balcony door aside. “you —— you can't be here?? ” never mind that somehow he already was. if ritsu was of sounder mind, that'd be the first thing he became aware of. “ niisan's aura will blow you up. ” the entire house was saturated in it. it was practically a forcefield.
the middle of the night wasn't exactly the most appropriate time to test the supernaturals(?) true abilities. he could certainly survive a normal exorcism, but if his brother thought he was being threatened...
he grabs the mans hand, herding them to the edge of the balcony, all but willing to go over the railing still dressed in his night clothes ( and a foot tangled and dragging a sheet along ). “ we have to go jisan — ” there was still sleep crust in his eyes.
@yeonban said: ❛ what's so funny? wipe off that smile. ❜ / Yui for Ritsu! Mr Grinch over here 😭 meme always accepting
as if only to piss him further off, it widens.
“tokito-san... when I heard you were being held here, i thought you must be on your deathbed.”
ritsu takes the seat beside cot, crossing an ankle over opposite knee. in truth, it was an unspoken kindness. yuichiro wouldn't be forced to lunge so far to strangle him now.
smile is short lived and replaced by the usual unmoved countenance. he rests his cheek in palm to stare blatantly at the swollen knots the other boy was sporting. “ isn't the first step in training to be aware of your surroundings? how did you hit a beehive?”
who knew bees could be more vengeful than a demon.

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@yeonban said: ❛ now listen, i'l tell you what to do. if you stay here, they'll find you. i'll distract them while you get away. ❜ / Yui for Senjurou! meme always accepting.
shaky hands finally still where they'd been clutching the slayers loose sleeve, frozen in place with the chill left behind by command.
there.... are just too many demons. most the likes of which senjuro had never seen. with his level of skill, he'd been left largely sheltered and kept out of sight and way of danger. it was a privilege to many, but only humiliation to himself.
it had been his own suggestion that had led them to this small fishing village now under attack. his brother had spoken of it so fondly, senjuro had only wanted a moment to imagine —— even if he hadn't known what would happen, his heart remained heavy all the same.
he shouldn't have bothered the other boy to come along, shouldn't have dared selfishly abandoned his duties at the estate for the day. what would kyojuro think of him now ? hiding shamefully while others screamed in fear and agony ? what would his brother do if he couldn't fight back ?
"... you can't do that, tokito-san," hushed, barely above a whisper — yet full of resolve. senjuro lets him go.
he takes a handful of steps back, near edging out of their hiding spot altogether. “you have to leave me. i — i can't do anything,” his voice cracks, yet his expression remains steeled. “ i may not even be able to save myself ... but, tokito-san, you could save yourself, and many others. ”
senjuro bows his head. "this is what a rengoku is meant to do. please... allow me. "
Capes are a multi-purpose fashion statement, one of their uses being for protection against the elements. Thin it is however nonetheless effective for her journey to the Rengoku Residence, Yukako used it and other forms of temporary shelter she found to avoid the moderate rainfall. Which was foliage for the most part, the makeshift canopies provided by the trees overhead breaking the water into a gentler spray that left her damp, not soaked. What water droplets are on her cling for dear life, her eyelashes in particular holding them in place until a sudden movement has them splashing onto the blades of glass.
“ Don't worry about it, @mysteryunknown. I didn't give you a heads up that I was coming—...? ” Yukako speaks with a tonality bereft of formalities, her readiness to take the blame almost as immediate as Senjuro's similar sentiments. Her hand reaches into the back of her cape to drag her palm across its length until finally reaching the edge, where she grabs it. Instead of shaking it as planned, she ends up leaning forward a bit to cover Senjuro with it in equal measure as he... bows.
Yukako's confusion melds into quiet understanding once she realizes that his actions are led by her title as a Tsuguko, the successor to a Hashira. Here is when she feels as much of a paradox as Uzui: instead of having a serious core with a flashy exterior, she is more like a soft hand in a battle-worn glove.
“ You should be more concerned with getting dry. You'll get sick if you don't. ” With straight-backed authority does Yukako settle her hand on his shoulder, holding him within arm's reach and keeping him there. It is only after a short while that she trusts he won't scurry off and lets him go. Worrying more for his health than him, she uses that same hand to move his unruly, sopping wet hair from his eyes. “ Can you even see? ”
Cont'd.
“i-i can see —— ” now that she's cleared his vision. moving so quickly, he hadn't even noticed until this moment that she'd gone out of her way to try to shield him from what rain still ushered in from the door.
senjuro peers up at her, surprised by her interruption. as stand-in for head of household, it was one of the few things he felt capable— no, needed to accomplish. appearing so unkempt and unreliable in front of a guest was.. his head lowers apologetically, shame fluttering in his chest. how unbecoming.
“i'm very sorry for the mess, yamagishi-san. if you give me a few moments, i'll change and serve you tea then. i will be okay, thank you for thinking of me.”
❛ i was just coming to wake you up, ritsu. look! ❜ ykk proceeding to show him a brochure for a rabbit cafe that opened
its a long weekend — even still, kageyama ritsu is not one to sleep in. bed clothes are swapped out for a fresh set of day ones, teeth are brushed, hair .... was not a sucess, but, his bed was made and his room tidied. his homework had been done the evening before, after school.
he can feel his brothers aura resting peacefully in the room beside his, and his mother a little further down the hall too. his father must have stepped out, absent that it is next to hers.
— hm?
he's already smiling when he descends the stairs, catching sight of yukako removing her shoes at the door.
“good morning, neesan,” even before he has the pamphlet in hand, her glee is infectious and he smiles. “what is—.ᐣ” he outright gasps, absent grip growing taunt. its unlike ritsu to react so vividly.
“no way — where is this .ᐣ” a train ride away — but not too far. he flips through it, features slack in surprise. cats, certainly, but bunnies .ᐣ there are a multitude of types that litter the advert, and he feels the warm buzzing in his chest threaten to overflow.
he looks up with veiled excitement, tapered with reservation. “neesan, if you're not busy, could we go today? i have enough allowance saved up to get both our tickets.”
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ouch . ' hey now , that's pretty cruel . ' though there's still truth to it . cute wasn't the usual word for him over cool , and there's a deeper relief that she doesn't lunge for perverse accusation : some men really were dogs , but not him .
' never seen a fox either , ' he shrugs here , ' so i wouldn't know . '
“ is that so? ” she doesn't seem all too apologetic, tilting her head. “ i thought you would like it more. after all, foxes are known for their sharp intelligence and crafty ways. ”
“ ━ isn't that befitting, thief-san? ”
@mysteryunknown : “ mh. i understand why it doesn't suit you... you're more akin to a * dog. ” 😐😐😐
' oh ? ' and yet he doesn't bark . doesn't huff or yelp or start to chase his tail . ' and just what makes you think that ? ' he's heard it all before ; a dog was hardly the worst out of an extensive list !
“ hm. ” fingers press to lips, gaze distant in thought. “ i was wrong ; you are not cute enough to be either. ” then, as if in sincere consideration ━
“ ━ whats your best impression of a fox ? ”
❛ see, senjuro? you have a talent for this. ❜
a soft giggle escapes, though he's quick to silence it as a faint warmth visibly rises to his cheeks. that little bit of praise makes him embarrassingly happy — it was difficult to find himself being anything but in yukako's presence. she made it nearly impossible to doubt her words, the way she carried and expressed herself in a way that brooked no argument. she always assuaged a great many of his overwhelming thoughts with her presence ...
“ i usually only cook for myself, so i don't have anyone else to taste it. ” he could only hope his father ate when he stumbled out of the household, and his brother was away often. “ i can make some more for you to take back with you — i-if you'd like ! ”
meme.
❛ what did you expect after all that rain, senjuro? ❜
those large, almost owl-like eyes blink at her as if he hadn't even noticed her there —— and then senjuro squeaks, shoulders rising up to his ears as if to make himself smaller. his clothing is soaked, making a mess of the floor. a limp piece of hair flops over into his vision and startles him into action.
“ — y-yamagishi-san, i'm sorry i wasn't here to greet you! ” he bows, but then just as quickly straightens to rush past her, gathering up the heavy folds of his hakama as he went. “ i'll make you some tea! i hope you weren't waiting long -- a-are you looking for aniue ? ”
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' i ... ' well , yes ! but no ! his expression's reluctant ; even wearing dark's face to obscure his true identity , it still contorts with a theater of blatant emotion , eyes shifting , guilty , discomforted , unsure of how to confess , how to proceed .
he's not from this town , making for a first fault , perhaps . good tourists knew how to lay low and mind their own business even when they accidentally ran out of change in between expenses --- a hand dives into his pockets and retrieves a measly amount , which jingles in his palm before he halts , turns , and abruptly presses the coinage towards the other .
' it's nowhere near the same , but take this . ' because even if it was pathetic and cowardly , it was all that he could do . the right suspicion's there now , but even then , he didn't have the same pride as his other . to answer no , yes ; to be a villain with just the right amount of confidence and cruelty .
' i'm sorry --- i really appreciate what you did for me , but you shouldn't have . go the other way , i'll go this way , and if anybody asks , say you don't know anything . ' there wasn't anything left but to run away , his focus elsewhere , his assumption that the other would obey and allow him . ' you should try to forget that we ever met . okay ? '
... the answer was certainly no, then. or at most, he only had to fight when fought. nothing violent for the joy of it. no one that relished in their... "work" would have such inner turmoil if they liked it.
the change he finds held out only further drives the point home. then, he was a not a petty thief, but rather a renowned one? so much so that not only had the shop owner must've recognized him, but the police responded in full force at just the hint it could be him...
“ .... you're really terrible at being a criminal, oniisan. ” frustrated sigh leaves lips, reaching up to mess his own hair in thought. there's not much time to loiter or plan. “ ...if you go that way, it leads to a dead end. ”
his hand glows blue as he waves it across the air — one of the back doors to the building beside them creaks open just like that. “ that one... should be abandoned- " there's several benign ghosts lurking about, at least- " you can run that way. ”
ritsu reaches out like he intends to take the money — but drops a few more yen instead and then uses both his hands to close the elder's fingers around it gently. if he was such a grand thief as presumed, he wasn't keeping the funds for selfish reasons, clearly... “ please eat something other than candy. ”
then, he turns to run away.
what —- ? the sheer blend of confidence and razor sharp intellect briefly sends him into shock , but it quickly wears off . ‘ i’m telling you , it’s not like that … ! ‘
before he can continue the distant howl of a siren and approaching dash of footsteps cuts him off . in an instant , his anxious character shifts — and he spirits the other away , deep into the dark of the alleyway he had thought to find solace in , positioning stranger first in front and then guardedly behind himself . it’s tense : he could have heard a pin drop , cat’s eyes leering , until he finally starts to take hurried footsteps towing the other along the way .
‘ over here --- ' his hands try to coax ; it isn't his intention to kidnap , assuming the worst if the other really were to be spotted talking friendly with a worldwide celebrity-criminal . ' it’s not safe . do you really not know who i am ... ? ‘
something —— was wrong, but he nary had the chance to finish the thought before he was snatched too suddenly to even make a peep.
screaming. he should scream, that'd be the appropriate response... but his mouth remains shut in calculation. that's an alarming amount of police presence - too many layers of sirens - for a box of candy.
so .... ritsu obediently follows, though his gaze is trained over his shoulder to peer behind them.
“ ...are you not just a delinquent? ” certainly not a particularly dangerous criminal? even if he or shigeo had missed a news report, their mother always made sure she alerted them of any dangers if there could be a possible encounter. but if he was ...
— did that mean he would use ritsu as a hostage? he was reluctant to consider that, if he was honest. his powers may be lacking, but he didn't feel ill intentions. the elder had gone so far as to use his own body as a cover to conceal his own... “— do you hurt people? ” if he did ... then ritsu would stop all this himself in an instant.