Summary: Dororo can't accept the fact that she couldn't introduce Hyakkimaru to the feeling of fun. So she decides to do it in a roundabout way, finally finding his soft spots.
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The night in the mountains turned out to be cold. The travelers who had found shelter in a run-down hunter's hut were lucky to at least have a roof over their heads and a hearth that Dororo managed to light with some old kindling.
Dororo couldn't fall asleep: the crackling of the fire reminded her of food and made her stomach growl, but without it, it would have been too cold.
She propped up herself on her elbow and looked at Hyakkimaru, who was lying against the wall across from her. Moonlight streamed through the small window, illuminating his pale face. His eyes were open and he was simply lying peacefully on his side, staring into nothingness.
"Big bro?" she called out in a whisper, "are you asleep?"
After a silent pause, Dororo resigned herself to putting off conversation until morning, but Hyakkimaru finally shook his head slightly. Sometimes she didn't understand why it was so hard for him to answer, be it a simple "yes" or "no." It was as if he was doing it on purpose!
"Hey, have you ever thought about how many of those demons are even left?" she asked, staring into the darkness.
Hyakkimaru turned his head slightly in her direction but said nothing.
"I'm just counting," Dororo continued. "If you think about it, each demon is a part of you. You're like a puzzle." She hummed at her own thoughts. "I wonder what you'll feel when you get it all back? When you become an ordinary person? Will you laugh? Cry? Get angry over little things? What will you even do next?"
Dororo didn't expect an answer to her barrage of questions; they were more rhetorical. It was foolish to try and pry a purpose out of someone who knew nothing about the world. Traveling with him, in a way, she felt responsible for showing Hyakkimaru the better side of this world. Even if it rarely worked out.
"Don't know." The answer came like it was cut off with a rough edge.
The girl sighed and sat up, wrapping her arms around her knees. He spoke so little that each word felt precious.
"Oi, Aniki, you know..." after a long pause, she suddenly came to a thought, "it's really unfair that in all these years, you've never really had fun. Do you even know how?"
No answer followed.
Annoying. At moments like this, Dororo wanted to shake some voice into him, but Hyakkimaru probably wouldn't even get an idea why she was shaking him. Somehow she remembered her failed attempt to tickle him. Seemed like the most effective way to get a reaction out of all the ones Dororo knew. But even that hadn't gotten through to him! The thought stuck with her for a while.
"There's no way you don't have a single weak spot. I refuse to believe it," she muttered, crawling closer and closer to him until her hand plopped down onto the side of the oblivious Hyakkimaru.
"You're still a human, after all.. You are, right? All humans are ticklish, I'm sure of it."
The girl kept persistently poking at his sides, grabbing here and there, like a cat chasing skittish mouse. Hyakkimaru clearly didn't mind the touch, but the absence of any reaction showed his confusion. It seemed his body hadn't learned to process this kind of information yet. Dororo scratched her chin and decided to change tactics.
First, she glanced at his feet but quickly waved them off — Hyakkimaru traveled barefoot, so he most likely wouldn't feel anything there. But then her gaze moved higher.
Dororo carefully pushed aside the edge of his well-worn kimono, exposing his slightly bent legs. She touched his knee feather-lightly, checking for any signs of objection. But of course, there was no reaction at all, which only made Dororo more determined.
Her hand slid to the back of his knee. She pressed a little more firmly and began rapidly moving her fingers back and forth over that secluded spot, lightly scratching with her nails.
And then it happened: Hyakkimaru flinched, trying to pull his leg away! Dororo froze, unable to believe her luck. She lifted her head and looked at his face. It was no longer peaceful. Hyakkimaru's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his mouth was partly open, as if he was trying to inhale.
"Whoa!" Dororo breathed out, and a spark of excitement lit up in her eyes. "It worked!"
She slipped her fingers under his knees again, this time attacking both hollows. And now Hyakkimaru flinched even harder. His legs reflexively curled up, trying to shield themselves from the strange, unknown sensation. Vibrations spread through his body with each wiggle of her fingers, the muscles in his stomach tensed involuntarily, and goosebumps ran down his spine.
"Do... roro..." His voice came out raspy and uncertain, his expression extremely surprised.
"Aha! Gotcha!" Dororo was on a roll now, tickling her way up from his knees along his whole thigh.
Hyakkimaru tried to sit up, but Dororo wouldn't let him, grabbing his legs and blocking his attempts to roll over or crawl away. His body wouldn't obey. The sensation was too new and foreign for his recently regained nervous system. He knew pain, but this... What the hell was this?
Hyakkimaru opened his mouth to breathe, and suddenly a short, choked sound escaped from his chest.
"Hh... ha..."
It didn't sound like laughter. More like a gasp. But Dororo's eyes widened with delight.
"Finally laughing?!"
Laughter? So this is what she meant? Could laughter really feel like a demon possessing you, leaving you powerless? The corners of his lips trembled under the assault of these unfamiliar electric jolts. Finally, he grabbed Dororo by the wrists.
"S-Stop..." he tried to catch his breath, staring somewhere past the top of Dororo's head. "Strange."
"Strange is good! Still human, hehe. I finally found where your laughter lies," Dororo beamed. "And this means my hands can match big bro's power."
Hyakkimaru lowered his head, looking at the faint aura of Dororo's tiny hands. In his wooden ones, they just felt like soft lumps, but to the patches of his living skin, they brought incredible warmth.
"This is called 'ticklish,'" Dororo didn't miss the chance to teach him, while he spread her fingers apart, studying them like some kind of tool.
Hyakkimaru lifted his face towards her and reached his prosthetic hand toward her head. Dororo squinted, but then felt him scratching her. Hyakkimaru slowly and clumsily moved his fingers through her hair, like he was petting some small animal. Dororo couldn't help but find it endearing.
"Ticklish," Hyakkimaru announced.
"Haha, bro, this is nice!"
"...Nice."
Hyakkimaru was slightly confused, hearing her joyful giggles. Did this mean "ticklish" and "nice" were the same thing?
While the samurai was diligently pondering this new logical connection, Dororo seized the chance and dove her hands toward his stomach, starting to tickle him rapidly there.
"H-hhah... Hahahah!" Hyakkimaru was taken aback and curled up sharply, trying to escape. But this time, his attempts to evade her grasping hands were accompanied by long-awaited laughter.
The feeling was barely tolerable! But still... Dororo's hands weren't something to truly want to run away from. Now it all clicked for him. It was ticklish. And nice.
Hyakkimaru found a way out: he suddenly grabbed Dororo and pulled her close like a human-pillow, effectively immobilizing. The girl squirmed in embarrassment.
"Hey, bro, come on, I get it! Too much for the first time. Let go, I won't tickle you."
"Dororo..."
She froze, as she did every rare time he addressed her.
"You're warm."
Well, that's was good way to refocus. He looked happy, which meant Dororo had finally accomplished her goal. And she couldn't deny that Aniki, in fact, was warm too. Now it would be easier for both of them to fall asleep.
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Can you write something with lee!hyakkimaru & ler!mio? Not in the fandom but they look super cute!!
Finding His Voice || Dororo Tk Fic
A/N: OMG LYNNETTE I FUGGIN LOVE YOU AAAAAAA (please watch dororo I need people to talk too)
Summary: After Hyakkimaru slaughters yet another demon, he's taken back under Mio's care.
"Hyakkimaru!" Cheered out the brunette, embracing the mainly prosthetic boy into a warm embrace. Hyakkimaru merely looked down, seeing the white outline of her silhouette. "Come, come, you must ve exhausted!" Chanted Mio, guiding Hyakkimaru into the hut.
Dororo had been busy taking care of, totally not playing, with the other children around her age, letting herself let loose and play after ages of worrying about herself and Hyakkimaru's safety.
Suddenly, Hyakkimaru snapped back to reality, as he heard the soft singing of Mio, something he cherished oh so much. He felt himself swoon for the woman, despite being unable to see her, he'd bet she was a real beauty.
"Hm hm.. Hyakkimaru, you're hurt." Mio said, hand raising his left leg. Hyakkimaru hadn't noticed, but a bruise was forming along he's calf, just below he's hind knee. "Oh gosh.. You've been into trouble again, haven't you?" Mio sighed, watching as Hyakkimaru simply cocked his head to the side in dissapointment. She merely huffed out a soft laugh at he's adorable behavior, fingertips strayly tracing around the small bruise.
"No matter, it's merely a small bruise, it should heal in no ti- Hm? You alright, Hyakki?" Mio turned her head up, watching as Hyakkimaru's form tensed up underneath her feather-light touch, head ducking down as he's prosthetic hand came up to his own lips, covering whatever noise he was emanating out.
Mio took a moment to process this, watching he's reactions. She had taken care of many children of her time, so she was rather experienced with reactions like this, that's when she proposed.
"Oh my.. You're ticklish? Hyakki.. That's so precious!" Mio laughed strayly, sending butterflies through the mainly prosthetic boy's stomach. He's efforts doubled, as Mio changed her tracing to stray scribbles underneath his knee. "Come on, I want to hear your voice! I bet it's gorgeous!" She teased in a low voice. She knew from Dororo that Hyakkimaru had gained his hearing not long ago, so he was sensitive to noise, aswell as having gained his voice before he came back? She was desperate to even hear the smallest of sounds!
She watched in awe, the other taller male's body quivering as new sensations took over he's heightened senses. "If it's bothering you, just hold up your hand and I'll stop. Promise." She reminded, her heart fluttering in awe at each reaction. He hadn't let himself go yet, but the fact he was trying to stay still, all just for her to continue? It made her swoon for this man. She decided to up things just a small notch.
"Round a round a garden," She muttered, tracing around his bruise again, "like a teddy bear," she opted, fingers still tracing around his bruise, "one step," her pointer finger crawled up his leg, settling behind his knee, smiling amusingly as Hyakkimaru flinched, "two step," her middle finger reached behind his thigh, watching Hyakkimaru quiver, "and.. Tickle you over there!" She finally ended, squeezing against the rather soft flesh along Hyakkimaru's thigh, and right then and there? He bursted.
The prosthetic boy threw he's hear back, right arm reaching out for her, but not feigning for her to end it just yet. That's when she noticed he's laughter.
"M-Mihi-o! Feels- feheels fuhunneheheee!" His voice was music to her ears. He sounded almost angelic to her, voice soft, and giggles bubbly. She could listen to this all day and night if she wished to.
"Do you like it? This is what we call 'tickling'... It causes you to laugh, and ot feels..?" She opted, leaning her head down to listen to his reaction.
"Fuhunneheheee!" He repeated, curling inwards just the slightest, even opting to hide his face against the crook of her neck.
"That's it.. Keep giggling, just relax into i-"
"I think I walked in at the wrong time.." Spoke a younger voice, causing Mio to squeak and stop her playful attack.
"Dororo- I swear, this isn't- No-!" Mio flushed, face bright rose red, as she rubbed her face into Hyakkimaru's neck, the other giggling still.
Dororo laughed, walking in, "I knew he had to be ticklish! You're a big liar, aniki!" Dororo pointed out. Boy, this will be a long night indeed.
