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          He's got an itch for chaos, but since when was that new. The entire place confused him, which consequently irritated him. It was sort of against his morals to start completely unnecessary trouble, so he could only wish something or, y'know, someone, would give him a reason.

          It was probably awhile ago that his thoughts started transmitting, not that he’d realize it. Little groans of annoyance, to swearing, to even blatant notes of “that’s a good place to fight,” or “that’s a good place to hide”. He probably sounded like a Grade A high school troublemaker, despite being 21 years old. He was, somewhere in the back of his mind, aware of the fact that he probably shouldn’t be as obnoxiously belligerent. However, that’s where it stayed, in the back of his mind.

          Currently he was beginning to feel restless. Seems the time to find some place to climb, or explore. Maybe trouble would find him that way but, so be it. That was when the thoughts of, “could I climb that?”, or “would I fit in there” began to surface. But hey, he wouldn’t know until he tried. Should he, though, was the question. Because right now, he’s definitely not trying to find a way onto the top of a particularly tall tree at the edge of his sight. 

[audaxi]

Having already shared his soul with a plethora of people already, the young daimyo was hardly surprised when he felt another person at the opposite side; it was a distinct tug-- sometimes a sharp tug when they wandered too far. Regardless, Date was adamant on greeting this one; after all, he would very much like to know at least one of people he was bound to before they suddenly vanished again. Despite his determination, he was having issues with finding said partner; sometimes when it felt like he was getting close, their gap would only increase-- this was disheartening to say in the very least.

It wasn’t until intrusive thoughts filled his head did he realize that this must be his partner; he has heard briefly of some weird tele...pany? Teleponthy? Whatever! All he knew was that it was some kind of gift this place gave to people to share with their partner; unfortunately, he hadn’t a clue on how it worked, and the influx of thoughts from the other continued to pour in. Needless to say, as he began to conjure ways to respond to the other, his thoughts were unknowingly transmitted. ❛What the hell should I say? Hey soul pal, mind shutting the fuck up?❜ Furrowing his brows, he shook his head at the notion, ❛Nah... He’ll totally hate me if I say that!❜ Exhaling a soft sigh, he took another moment before being struck with all the right words. ❛I’ve got it!!❜

Now... All that was left was to figure out how to get his thoughts... words... message across to the other; all for experimenting with the odd ability, he only mused that there was only one way to find out. After all, there was no hard in trying every method in the book; the first way that appeared in his mind could very well make him seem blatantly strange, but it mattered not. Inhaling, he collected as much air in his lungs before loudly thinking and shouting, ❝ HEY, SOUL PAL ! !  CAN YOU HEAR ME?! I’VE BEEN HEARING YOUR BULLSHIT ALL DAY ! ! NEED A HAND OR SOMETHING!? ❞

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[isononami-blog]

“It is still my fault for having not looked at where I am going.” Ichigo took a deep breath to compose himself but his eyes could not help but give another head to toe glance at the man.

He seems familiar.

He finds the man’s eye looking at the blade he had on the side. Ichigo couldn’t help but smile.

“Indeed I am.” He chuckled. He wasn’t just a swordsman but the sword itself but he wouldn’t tell just anyone that. He passed of well as a human and he would like to keep it that way.

He was still curious about who this man is and why he felt familiar. It may not harbor any results but he decides to ask. “It maybe odd for a stranger like me to ask but may I please know what your name it?”

[audaxi]

Noting the smile that tugged at the other’s lips was one of the certainties that this conversation was going seemingly well at the moment; he had yet to spoil it by saying anything out of line or by saying anything far too aggressive-- he wasn’t counting his blessings, though. If anything, keeping this conversation afloat was one of his goals of the day; if that didn’t display how agonizingly bored he was of the monotony here, then he wouldn’t know what could. 

One of the many ways he found that keep a conversation going was through impressing them, but with no one aware of his history, that certainly proved to be a difficult task; needless to say, he wasn’t about to give up on it yet, though-- his title is something he is immensely proud of. This guy asking for his name was nothing more than another oppurtunity to spout his successes through what he rightfully earned.❝ It’s not like I care if it’s odd or not-- maybe we’ll even become pals after this. Anyways-- ❞   Allowing his apertures to spread into a wide grin, his gaze immediately locked onto the man as he formally introduced himself.

❝ You’re talking to none other than the GREAT DRAGON OF OSHU, ✨DATE MASAMUNE✨ ! ! ! ❞ Visage brimming with pride, it eventually settled down to a bearable amount by Date’s standards and he soon finding himself requesting the other’s name; after all, he wasn’t opposed to gaining a few allies-- if anything, he’d need them in this hellhole. ❝ Mind returning the favor and telling me who you are? ❞ 

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A morning stroll was nothing new to Ichigo. What is new to him that his little brothers cannot be seen anywhere. He’d fine walking on his own quite lonely. He was hoping he and his partner could meet up soon, he was hoping that they were a nice person.

His still short stay in Eternity was mostly spent with his thoughts as he was still bothered by the circumstances of his arrival. Being too wrap up in his thoughts he was unaware of his surroundings and bumps into someone.

By nature Ichigo bowed. “I apologize. I wasn’t looking.”

He looked up to inspect who he had bump into. The man looked like he was wearing something that a samurai would wear. His outfit was similar to the outfits of the era where his master was still alive. What bothered him the most was the eye patch.

He seems oddly familiar. The presence he gives off is pretty strong.

[audaxi]

Waking so early without the aid of his retainer’s incessant yells for him to prepare for the imminent day was a rarity in itself-- especially since said retainer was absent from his everyday life in this world; however, today marks the first day where he hadn’t slept in so late in a good few weeks. Suffering from the lack of entertainment in his current living quarters, the young daimyo grew stir crazy hours before it was even noon; therefore, he deemed it mandatory for him to get himself out and about-- Kojuro would be proud. 

Moments into his walk and he was already ready to throw in the towel and call it quits; fortunately for him, someone was brainless enough to walk straight into him. If he wasn’t accustomed to wearing heels, perhaps he would have toppled over and brought the other with him; however, he kept a steady ground and furrowed his brows in confusion at the other’s immediate bow. So formal!  Allowing a smile to grace his features, he casually offered a sufficient response.

❝ Hah! No need to bow or anything; don’t worry about it! ❞ Gaze scanning the appearance of the stranger who had collided with him, a singular red hue caught a glimpse of the sword the other harbored; having little else to do, he opted on drawing out their meeting by issuing an inquiry. ❝ You a swordsman, too? ❞

[echomakerparadox]

“R-Right…!” He was getting a tiny hint of regret at asking him for lessons. Just a tiny smidge. The man didn’t seem all too concerned about being brutally bunt about matters. Still, that would mean he’d be straightforward and no nonsense, right?

“Alright, Mr. Masamune. From now on I’m in your care!” He didn’t know whether to bow or shake his hand, so what unfolded was an awkward tilt of his head accompanied by grabbing hold of the other’s hand without shaking it. When he realized this, he started shaking his hand rapidly while excitedly going on a tirade.

“I’m looking forward to your instruction! I hope to be able to master everything you teach me! I’ll work tirelessly, night and day, to take in and really absorb everything you dish out! I’ll become the model pupil and hang on to every single word of yours and take it to heart! I’ll unlearn everything that was no good and relearn even the basics if it’s what you need to be done!” He finished his speech, standing in place with a fire in his eyes. That moment of exhilarated fervor died out pretty quick, however, and now they were stuck standing in place.

“Ah… so now what?”

[audaxi]

Having raised an army under his care, the white haired youth could only muse that teaching this guy how to properly wield his sword would hardly amount as a challenge; apertures rose to form a grin as he took Date's hand. Meeting his new found pupil's grip with a firm grasp of his own, a momentary period of awkwardness surfaced due to the other's lack of grip and... noticeable lack of handshaking; however, the moment he felt his arm viciously moving after the other realized the blatant absence of the social custom and barked out a laugh. If anything, he could rest assured knowing that dull moments would be quite scarce with this guy around; after the other finished his unexpected outburst, he furrowed his brows in thought before rekindling the fire with his response.

❝ Very well ! ! If you’re true to your word, then you’ll learn what it means to be a real swordsman ! !   ❞ Briefly pausing, he sheepishly rubbed at the back of his neck and cleared his throat before proceeding, ❝ Anyway, it’s Date-- you don’t have to add the ‘mister’ there or anything; that just makes me feel old, kahaha!! As for what to do now... ❞ Spindly fingers retracted from the man’s grasp prior to finding themselves at his blade’s hilt; opting on unsheathing it, the daimyo thought it wise that he might as well explain himself before wildly brandishing his blade. 

❝ Show me your moves! I’ll know where to take you from there, errrr... What’s your name? ❞ Undoubtedly outlandish, Date simply mused that taking this route was far better than any other simply due to the fact that it was more stylish than any other method; surely, if Kojuro were here, he would know how to properly carry this out, but it didn’t matter-- he could easily handle this by himself. 

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He’d recognized that eyepatch anywhere. The first time he saw it, he was in the forest ‘with the big-ass trees’ surrounded by the worst creatures in existence: amphibians. Not just any ordinary amphibians, either. Disgusting, gross, vile, overgrown frogs. It took them a long while to shake them off and teleport back to the main island.

Giomarre shivered at the memory before turning his attention back to eye patch guy. He remembered how well the other wielded that sword he carried. The thought of that had given him an idea, one that he hoped could work. There was no way he would let this chance slip away.

“Yo, eyepatch!” He ran up to the guy, grabbing him by the shoulder and forcefully turning the other around, acting intrusively as the only way he thought he could grab his attention. Realizing how rudely he’d acted in that instant, glancing around in all directions in embarrassment, he attempted to correct himself.

“Hey, so…” No follow up. A sigh and he grit his teeth to go through with it. “Last time we were chased by those gross frogs, I noticed you used your sword all… fancy like, so…” Just come right out and say it, he thought.

“P-Please, could you teach me how to fight with a sword properly?”

[audaxi]

Perhaps, if Date had not met the other in a rather perilous situation, he would have forgotten who the other was; however, having been pursued by exceptionally large amphibians for hours on end, he doubted he would even be able to forget the person he shared the experience with. Though, doubtful that they were ever going to cross paths again, he hadn't expected the other to approach him-- especially not after viciously slaughtering a multitude of those unsightly beasts; if anything, the daimyo would have been content on befriending said frogs, but they seemed perfectly content on devouring them and he was much more keen on surviving than anything else.

Brows furrowed as a hand forced him around and the white haired youth was left with only a perplexed expression that doused his features; prepared to respond just as rudely, he was stopped short by the other's attempt to correct himself-- needless to say, it seemed to work in his favor. 

"Last time we were chased by those gross frogs, I noticed you used your sword all… fancy like, so…"

Lips spreading to form an elated grin at the very mention of his swordsmanship being considered remotely fancy, Date’s immediate response shifted into something brighter for the both of them. ❝ Yo, kid !  I noticed that you couldn’t use your sword for shit, but since you asked so kindly, I can teach you all I know ! !  ❞

❝ Now that the great ✨Date Masamune✨  is teaching you how to use your sword, you won’t have to worry about anymore giant frogs ! !  ❞

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“.. What is it? What do you want? I’m in the middle of something important here, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t waste my time. I have a horse that needs finding.”

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❝ This place let’s your horses tag along? That means Umasaburo might be here, too... Maybe he’s with yours; he has an attitude sometimes, but he’s not unfriendly ! ! How about you and I look for them together? ❞

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DAY FOUR:

How would they describe their greatest strengths? Greatest flaws?

Without a doubt, Date would mention that his greatest strengths lies within his own style and elegance he puts forth into constructing both himself and the Date Clan; his leadership qualities are displayed to be beyond formidable, as he has taken down numerous warlords with years of experience at their disposal. Needless to say, he prides himself in the army both him and Kojuro built and molded together; on top of that, the skills it took to establish a cooperative and loyal army are things he would mention without a doubt-- though, it may just be his vanity speaking for him. 

As for flaws, Date would be very scarce and brief with his words; this is only due to the fact that flaws are nothing more than weaknesses and he would rather not touch on the subject unless it is absolutely mandatory. If anything, he would slip in a few begrudging comments about how Kojuro is always incessantly nagging him about he’s far too reckless on the battlefield and far too lackadaisical at his castle. Other than that, there’s little else he would comment on. 

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WHILE THE YOUNG LORD COULD ADMIT that he excelled in kindness, he undoubtedly lacked in trust; it hadn’t troubled him until recently– the topic of his right eye arose in conversation and there was a certain amount of discomfort that promptly followed with it. Needless to say, the discomfort was blatant enough in his visage at the time, so the subject had been quickly switched over to something of lesser value; however, it still weighed heavy on his mind– in a sense, he almost felt guilty for not being comfortable enough to share this with his partner. Something akin to embarrassment riddled him at the very notion of removing his eye patch for Iris to see; despite this, he certainly couldn’t understand why he was so painfully conflicted about it. Having harbored a missing eye for so long, Date could only assume that there was little left for the imagination; it was simply a missing socket surrounded and littered in bright scars– nothing more and nothing less. Looking back, however, the daimyo found that he would even be ashamed to show Kojuro at this rate; he could only muse that this was the reason why he chose to even sleep with it on every night– he was already convinced that Iris would consider it repulsive. After all, the other had scarce reason to think of it otherwise; where he originated from, it appeared as if it were almost abnormal for someone to walk around with an absent eye.

Trepidation, an emotion scarcely felt by the white haired youth, had suddenly overcome him; opting on showing the other was only fair– after what they have been through, it should almost be considered an injustice to keep it veiled any longer. In addition to that, there was a part of him that simply wanted to show the other; being able to share something so private to him felt as if it were immensely important to him. Therefore, he sought Iris out due to mere impulse; it was best he did it this way– even if he was always advised against making decisions in such a manner. Of course, he didn’t have to look far, they typically were inseparable at this rate– at least, that’s what it felt like to Date; it hardly reduced any anxiety, though. If anything, he only became more anxious with every second he spent dwelling on the matter and not acting to simply end this moment quickly… It should be like… Ripping off a band-aid! That was the modern saying nowadays, he supposed. Regardless, it felt like his words had been trapped in his throat, but if anything, he was perfect at forcing things into motion; taking the other’s hand into his, he chose to briefly mention that he had something important to talk to Iris about prior to taking them both somewhere that could be considered private in the rather rundown Seedling Town.

Once the both of them were sitting down, he found scarce that he could say without sounding completely ridiculous; needless to say– being who he was– that wasn’t going to sit well with him, but he only chose to accept it at this point. Apertures tugging downward as uncertainty floods his pallid visage, his eyebrows furrowed prior to his spindly fingers trailing upwards to remove the article covering what was left of his right eye; while performing this, he breathed out a sharp exhale and opted on explaining why he’s even bothering to waste their time with this anyway.❝ I know we talked about it a couple days ago… and it might seem really stupid to bring it up now, but I just want to get it over with before I lose my nerve again. ❞

Despite the constant fumbling he experienced while removing this small piece of black cloth, it was finally removed from his face and both thin and thick scars shown brightly where his patch had preciously concealed it. Compelled, he turned his face away and found himself unable to incessantly babble or lighten the heavy atmosphere he felt he was the cause of; this is only due to the fact that he simply couldn’t bring himself to– not when all he could muster to feel was a cocktail of apprehension and regret. Before he could interrupt the silence shared between the two by apologizing and excusing himself, he felt hands gently lifting his head and lips lightly ghosting at his scars; it was an extremely rare instance of intimacy in Iris’ case and, given the situation, it was  unbearably overwhelming– entirely too impossible for him to currently cope with on his own. It felt completely foreign to have someone touch him so carefully; there were constant doubts when it came to whether or not Iris’ feelings were mutual, so this not only was an acceptance for him– it was a confirmation.

Moving forward, his arms were quick to find themselves tightly coiling around the other’s small frame; with his chin atop Iris’ shoulder, he fought his own shoulders to refrain from shaking. Holding his breath to keep himself from crying was, without a doubt, a poor decision; as soon as he ran out of air, he abruptly released a choked sob and felt his fingers tightly grasping onto the back of his jacket. Any further attempts to cease himself from crying were immediately stopped once he realized that they were just making this situation worse, but despite the almost humiliating situation he placed himself in, he found that he was happy. 

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DAY THREE:

If they had to summarize themselves in a sentence what would they say?

❝ I am the one-eyed dragon of Oshu, Date Masamune ; I follow my own path, by means of sophisticated elegance, for the sake of showing off style ! !  That is unmistakably who I am ! ! ❞

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DAY TWO:

Their top three favorite things?

While having a plethora of things he enjoys, choosing just three is undoubtedly a difficult task; however, it’s not entirely impossible. Firstly, he loves the treasures he’s seized from numerous other warlords and generals; not only do they serve as nice decorations, but they also provide many great memories that were involved in attaining them. Secondly, he loves Umasaburo-- his horse; after being through many great battles with his horse and dealing with its unique nature, he wouldn’t trade it for the world. After all, if it’s not Kojuro dragging him out of an unfavorable situation, it’s Umasaburo angrily getting him away from harm. Lastly, Date’s most prized and treasured thing is his army; they are what has gotten him so far as a daimyo and as a person. If anything, the Date clan are all a family joined together by an unbreakable bond with a shared trust; needless to say, he values each and every soldier that serves him and is met with mutual trust and respect without having to make his men fear him to obey him. 

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DAY ONE: 

How did their old room or living area look like?

Despite living at Yonezawa Castle, his room was fairly standard and plain; it had the usual mat to rest on and a few treasures he seized to make it appear ‘stylish,’ but other than that, there wasn’t a lot to do in his room, so there wasn’t much in it. Spending most of his time outside or with his army, it’s quite blatant that he’s more interested in socializing as opposed to keeping to himself in his room. In addition, his room was almost immaculate; however, this is only due to the fact that he had staff there to pick up after any messes he may have forgotten about.

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NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES DATE refused to take anymore food from this old woman who called herself ‘Granny,’ she wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer; however, being disrespectful towards an elder was highly frowned upon-- Kojuro taught him that one, but his patience was wearing incredibly thin. If he was offered anymore steam buns, he was certain he would have to disregard the ‘respect your elders’ bullshit and bail; after all, it was probably better for his health to choose this course of action, anyway-- Kojuro’s lectures be damned. Slamming his palms on the table, he was quick to rise to his feet and yell, ❝ … AAAAAAUUUGHHHH ! ! ! FOR THE LAST TIME, I DON’T WANT ANYMORE OF YOUR FOOD, OLD LADY ! !  ❞ Taking this opportunity, he quickly broke off into a run and left the newly dreaded “Granny’s Store;” if anything, he would be wise enough to steer clear or that place again.

❝ Crazy old hag...  ❞ With a curt huff, he slammed the door shut behind him and quickly formulating ideas that would get him the hell away from this spot; however, before he could take many steps away from the store, he encountered someone who seemed to be going on the general direction. Needless to say, he wasn’t about to let someone else suffer the same fate as him, and after seeing that the other possessed a sword, he definitely couldn’t let it happen-- especially not when he was interested in the stranger. If he was here long enough, he probably heard his outburst; however, he mused that it wouldn’t matter either way. ❝ Hey, listen-- if you’re thinking about heading in there, spare yourself the trouble and just don’t. ❞