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I can’t believe I’m about to do this. 

“Okay, you two. How about we try something else?” Miroku-- very reluctantly, of course, intervened between the two. “This is hardly appropriate, and not to mention extremely unattractive to the ladies.

“Bankotsu-- you stand over there. Inuyasha, go over there near that rock. Just... think of it as your... uh... battle stance, yes that’s it.

“Now, you see this?” Miroku held out his Shakujou staff, as though to emphasize his point. “This is going to be our talking staff. So that means whoever is holding this will have the opportunity to say their piece. However, you must make it ‘I feel’ statements. Whoever isn’t holding the talking staff cannot talk over the other person until they’re finished. You also cannot kill the other person until you both have finished speaking. Is that clear? 

@barbaricdragon​ : lost in paradise - evanescence

“The hell did you just say, Bankotsu!? You don’t know what the hell you’re talkin’ about.” 

“The insolent pup is right. After all, I don’t bark. Only pathetic mutts like him do.” 

“WHAT WAS THAT!?”

“You heard me. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Feh. You’re right. You don’t bark. But you sure as hell love to run away with that fluffy tail between your legs.”

“H-HEY! Leave my tail out of this, mutt!” 

“I’ll say whatever the hell I please, ya smelly wolf.”

“You’re just askin’ to whimper like the pathetic puppy you are!”

“JUST YOU TRY IT. I’ll slice that tail right off of ya!” 

“Most problems can be solved with a simple punch to the face. And if they can’t? Aim for the ribs instead.” @barbaricdragon​

instead of a healthy dose of wariness, kagome only felt flabbergasted. then she remembered who she was talking to. bankotsu, leader of the shichinintai and notorious for deeds she didn’t even want to think about; she’d been privy to plenty. if not for the rare otherworldly shift of events that led to them even remotely having a conversation; they likely wouldn’t even be here. ​

“ ... is brute force all you know? “ it’s indignant; face twisting in both bewilderment and confusion and genuine curiosity. “ because i don’t know if you’ve seen me? but my fists aren’t exactly the best at close hand to hand. my friend is way better at that than i am! and..wait, wait a minute!” a finger points fearlessly in his face; eyes flashing the sun’s rays in blue-greys. her tone is scolding, borderline frustrated. 

a long deep breath.

“ you can’t solve all your problems with violence, bankotsu ! i get you love fighting more than anything, trust me, that’s very clear! but! i don’t enjoy it! besides with fists like these i know i’d break them first before i broke anyone’s face. so is that just a joke or are you actually serious!  and...and why should i want to?! who would i punch anyway?! a baby bunny?! because that’s the size of my fists here...! “ 

a huff, temper flaring outward before her shoulders sagged in contemplation; eyes briefly closing where sooty lashes ghosted sun-kissed cheeks. a lovely face drawn in confliction; dulcet, sweet tone not judging, but almost concerned. she owed him nothing, he had hurt her, his men had hurt her, left scars in her mind from memories still plaguing her in nightmares. 

yet here he stood. and here she stood, trying to understand.

a purity in that concern that brooked no pity or condescension.  it was nothing but honest intent in those piercing, yet ever gentle eyes.

“ ... it really is all you know, isn’t it? you’re actually serious. i can see that in your face. in how you talk, walk, gesture at me...i’m not even...looking down at you. i guess back then i didn’t consider this was the only life you may have known. don’t think i trust you though one bit. “ while a hand lingered on her bow; having enough decency to know how to deflect; she still wasn’t at any good reaches this close to him.

 if he really wanted to initiate with her, she’d have to go long range immediately. her aim had gotten far better last he’d seen her, rapidly improving, although the strange tightness like something unfathomable swelling inside her like hot fire...her powers, still were just that. something so overwhelming it felt like the wind was constantly whipping her back off her feet. was...that her doing?

so why even then did it feel like it was all she could to reign in what already secretly terrified her? the sheer enormity of what hadn’t been sealed away, the seal she was very plainly unaware of as is, was still more than enough of a match for what lay ahead.

silence, and while no pity lingered in her eyes, she couldn’t help but muse aloud with no trace of naivete and a faint tinge of weariness. “ all of you seem to know fighting first and living second. every single one of you i’ve ever met. whether you hate it, love it, enjoy it...everyone’s just fighting. it really is all people know, isn’t it? my friends, allies...i don’t know when it upset me so much. fighting being everything everyone knows in this time. even the children.“ 

and somewhere along the way that broke my heart. 

“ don’t you ever just want to rest? surely you get exhausted by all this... “ her brows beneath large doe eyes furrow up at him; squaring her stance into something an inkling less tense; but no less a hand twitching at her shoulder-blade to reach for an arrow to notch if he really wanted to mess with her. “ ... i thought you were gone. i would have thought i’d heard something considering...well, all that happened. “ a shadow enters her eyes. 

“ i guess there’s still things about people i still really need to understand here. enemies, friends, allies, it surprises me how much i still want to understand against everything.” instead of judging him outright; instead kagome was trying to understand him, not be judge, jury nor executioner. 

it seemed since their last instance, kagome was just that. 

Unprompted @barbaricdragon

🏹  A soft, almost inaudible nose spilled from her lips at the grab, suddenly finding herself ensnared in the embrace of her lover. Color rose into her cheeks,  painting that flawless skin pink. Earthen hues slid to the side to gaze into the impish face of the male, his chiseled and heated body intimately pressing against her. A flustered expression easily and quickly replacing the initial shock at the ‘attack’. He was wicked. Bankotsu was well aware of how to antagonize her and aptly push the right buttons to dissolve her resolve. “Bankotsu...”

                               words    fumble     out     before     she     can     even     prevent   them     (     she     won’t     attack     first,     wonders   instead     if     he     will     do     it     ),     and   as     much     as     she     wants     to     take     them     back     and     leave,     the     moment     their     eyes     meet     for     the     first     time     and     she     sees     the     hollow     glare     of     a     corpse     staring     back    at     her,     her     need     for     answers     comes     back     full     –     force.

What is the most important rule your character lives by?

What is your character’s idea of a perfect day?

Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to know.

100 Random Character Development Questions

014. Detail one secret shame your character feels.

Kohaku feels shame in not remembering how his mother was, both physically and personality; a part of him knows that it is almost impossible to remember her as she passed away when he was really young but hearing the people of the Taijiya village saying how much he looks like her, how much he acts like her has Kohaku feel shame for not being able to recall a single memory of her.

He wishes he could remember her so that he could admit he misses her. But how to miss someone you can’t recall?  The memory of his mother is the single memory that was not tainted, touched and erased by Naraku. But it is also the memory he will never remember.

035. What is the most important rule your character lives by?

Never judge a book by its cover.

After his several experiences as Naraku’s puppet and even after having fled from his control and recovered his memories, Kohaku now lives by this rule. To him not every demon is synonym of evil doing and not every human is synonym of being innocent.

This is part of the reason he stopped Hisui from attacking Moroha after she stated she had nothing to do with the attacks at the villages. He wanted to hear her out, come to the conclusions by himself instead of the opinions of others.

058. What is your character’s idea of a perfect day?

Kohaku is a simple person and therefore likes simple things.

In the normal IY world setup, his idea of a perfect day would be a stroll by the river, catch fish and eat it by the stream, appreciate the view and the surroundings and complete it with a visit to the field of white lilies where he would pick up some for the people dear to him.

In modern AUs, Kohaku would prefer calm places like a coffee/tea or even a natural park where he could eventually sit down and read a book.

094. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to know.

Tales & Myths | Although he lives in a world surrounded by demons and other kinds of creatures, not many expect a young boy (especially if he is not wearing his Demon Slayer outfit) to know about all kinds of myths and tales surrounding said creatures, he can therefore tell the difference between truth and lies.

Names of Mountains and Forests | Kohaku knows this because of his time as a servant of Naraku, he often had to memorize places of their hideouts or even to hunt down for demons. After he took over as leader of the Demon Slayers, Kohaku used this knowledge to find out and map the location of demon species, including their hunting and food habits.

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Prompt: Hakudoshi is on the run and hides in Bankotsu's work.

He didn’t want to go back home, he didn’t want to go back to that empty, cold place that was his home. Hakudoshi was tired, so damn tired of being controlled like a puppet by none other than his father.

That is why he ran.

It would only be a matter of time until they noticed his absence, that he hadn’t done as he was told and until a dozen of bodyguards were sent to look for him. He had to hide, find a place to stay for the time being. Going to his mother’s was out of question, that would be the first place they would look at.

The young boy saw the door of an old building open; surely no one lived there and he would be able to hide just for a day or two. And so he entered the building, closed the door behind him and went downstairs. To his surprise, however, he found a desk and boxes everywhere in the place...someone actually lived there? 

The sound of a voice shook him awake from his thoughts, someone was coming and he had no time to escape or find another place to go. And so carefully but fast, Hakudoshi jumped inside one of the empty boxes.