( do you ever wonder how it feels to be a fish in chummed water? because uzui's about to.
which is to say, despite her diligent care upon the ninja's return to the corps, alongside the boys he'd brought with him and his wives, shinobu is fucking pissed. so once she's certain he's doing well, she sits down beside him, smiling.
it is a smile of a shark. )
Now that you seem to be on the road to recovery... we need to talk.
[If there's one thing they all learned very, very quickly once Shinobu joined the corps, it was that no matter what she showed on the outside, there was a temper on the inside. A fire ant, that one.
And yet, that sweet, placid smile and eagerness to care for all the injured still seemed to be enough to lull everyone into a false sense of security at least once. Surely Shinobu meant no harm, ever, since they weren't demons.
...And yet.
He should have left the butterfly mansion early. Ducked out a window like one of the boys. Gone home. He hasn't gotten the chance to officially retire, yet, but the air in the room is making him feel as though he's about to retire in six other ways. Hina can't save him now.]
Am I? [He is.] I think I'm feeling faint. [He isn't.]
[She's such a good doctor. So caring. So gentle. With just the best bedside manner you ever did see.
Which is obviously why he makes a strangled noise at the scent - dutifully inhaled against better judgement, as if that could help mitigate whatever horrors are to come, hand... wait, no hand, don't make healing injuries worse... other hand coming up after to rub the remnants from his nose.]
( the smile immediately darkens and she leans back, hands in her lap. she's between him and the window, and he's still injured. the girls are by the door, listening in. )
[...He knows exactly what she's getting at. It would be so, so much better for him to just cut to the chase and get it over with. Express remorse, beg forgiveness...
[It is a peaceful spring morning when Kyojuro finally manages to make his way back to headquarters. All told, the mission had been relatively uneventful. His quarry had been felled with barely any effort, and with no additional lives lost. There were a few bruises here and there, but in the end, the demon had been a smoldering pile of ash before he had even gotten himself warmed up.
In the end, he had drifted in and out of the countryside village without being spotted, contented with the knowledge that they would be haunted no longer.
The only real evidence of his fight was a stray cut above his brow — one that would likely not even leave a scar. Still, it had bled considerably, and had now grown caked onto the side of his face. It had itched as he sat seiza and recounted his mission, not once daring to raise his hand to scratch at the mess.
Still, the moment he was free, he found himself quickly passing through the many halls of the manor, trying to seek out both a clean cloth and first aid supplies. Focused as he is on the task, and safe as he knows himself to be within these walls, the idea of paying attention to who else was present at the moment does not cross his mind.]
[Peaceful spring mornings anywhere - home, headquarters, the little villages the corps members drift in and out of on and between missions - aren't flashy things. There's a subtlety to the way the color of the light shifts and changes, how it filters through papered doorways and fluttering curtains, and there's a gentleness to the sounds made by the warming breeze rustling new leaves on trees housing new families of birds, chirping their own greetings to the sun.
But... this is what they do it all for, isn't it? The peaceful in-between moments? The ideal that someday those peaceful in-between moments will bookend flashy, joyful excitement instead of demons and tragedy.
So, ultimately, Kyojuro is not the only one who allows the peace and safety of the manor to dull his awareness of others. Maybe they should work on that. Maybe it's for the best they dont, lest Tengen find himself in the rafters more often than not.
As it is now, they both turn the same corner and the peace of the morning is broken by a collision. A pause. Laughter.]
[There is a moment in which Kyojuro finds himself dumbfounded by the suddenly appearing wall before him. In that moment, he blinks dumbly against the firm but fabric covered surface, trying to take in his surroundings and figure out what the hell just happened. It's only after he takes a step back — the same moment in which Tengen decides to open his mouth — that he realizes his mistake, and finds himself joining in the raucous laughter.]
It seems I am!
[The words are practically chirped, a grin blooming across his face as he inclines his head to take in Uzui's presence. His so-called flamboyance, the flash with which he holds so dear, has always been a welcome sight for Kyojuro. The same could probably be said for any of his allies, yes, but there was a special place for the Sound Hashira.
Pressing that thought to the side, Kyojuro steps out of the way of Uzui, still rumbling with residual laughter. Much as he might like to savor the presence of his compatriot, they are both creatures of duty. Doubtless, Uzui was on his way to take care of business.]
You must be busy, though! Don't let me keep you!
[Besides, Kyojuro was still well aware of the mess on his face that needed desperate cleaning. And that was to say nothing of his stomach, just seconds away from growling. He'd skipped his late night meal, after all!]
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which is to say, despite her diligent care upon the ninja's return to the corps, alongside the boys he'd brought with him and his wives, shinobu is fucking pissed. so once she's certain he's doing well, she sits down beside him, smiling.
it is a smile of a shark. )
Now that you seem to be on the road to recovery... we need to talk.
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And yet, that sweet, placid smile and eagerness to care for all the injured still seemed to be enough to lull everyone into a false sense of security at least once. Surely Shinobu meant no harm, ever, since they weren't demons.
...And yet.
He should have left the butterfly mansion early. Ducked out a window like one of the boys. Gone home. He hasn't gotten the chance to officially retire, yet, but the air in the room is making him feel as though he's about to retire in six other ways. Hina can't save him now.]
Am I? [He is.] I think I'm feeling faint. [He isn't.]
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...
luckily, she can handle both problems. )
Oh, my, really? How unfortunate! I've got just the thing-
( she reaches... somewhere in her sleeve and pulls out a small round tin, sliding it open. it smells strongly of bleach, ammonia and menthol. )
Take a deep breath!
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Which is obviously why he makes a strangled noise at the scent - dutifully inhaled against better judgement, as if that could help mitigate whatever horrors are to come, hand... wait, no hand, don't make healing injuries worse... other hand coming up after to rub the remnants from his nose.]
Thanks, Kocho...
[No escape.]
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Now, what did we need to talk about again?
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So, of course, he doesn't.]
You, ah. Haven't said.
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In the end, he had drifted in and out of the countryside village without being spotted, contented with the knowledge that they would be haunted no longer.
The only real evidence of his fight was a stray cut above his brow — one that would likely not even leave a scar. Still, it had bled considerably, and had now grown caked onto the side of his face. It had itched as he sat seiza and recounted his mission, not once daring to raise his hand to scratch at the mess.
Still, the moment he was free, he found himself quickly passing through the many halls of the manor, trying to seek out both a clean cloth and first aid supplies. Focused as he is on the task, and safe as he knows himself to be within these walls, the idea of paying attention to who else was present at the moment does not cross his mind.]
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But... this is what they do it all for, isn't it? The peaceful in-between moments? The ideal that someday those peaceful in-between moments will bookend flashy, joyful excitement instead of demons and tragedy.
So, ultimately, Kyojuro is not the only one who allows the peace and safety of the manor to dull his awareness of others. Maybe they should work on that. Maybe it's for the best they dont, lest Tengen find himself in the rafters more often than not.
As it is now, they both turn the same corner and the peace of the morning is broken by a collision. A pause. Laughter.]
You're back early!
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It seems I am!
[The words are practically chirped, a grin blooming across his face as he inclines his head to take in Uzui's presence. His so-called flamboyance, the flash with which he holds so dear, has always been a welcome sight for Kyojuro. The same could probably be said for any of his allies, yes, but there was a special place for the Sound Hashira.
Pressing that thought to the side, Kyojuro steps out of the way of Uzui, still rumbling with residual laughter. Much as he might like to savor the presence of his compatriot, they are both creatures of duty. Doubtless, Uzui was on his way to take care of business.]
You must be busy, though! Don't let me keep you!
[Besides, Kyojuro was still well aware of the mess on his face that needed desperate cleaning. And that was to say nothing of his stomach, just seconds away from growling. He'd skipped his late night meal, after all!]