Take Aim and Fire

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❝I… If you read it from cover to cover, you’d just get to the instructions in another language. Do you, uh, want me to set that up for you sometime?❞

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“That’d explain why the last couple pages didn’t make much sense, but...Yeah, I’d ‘preciate that. Someday I need to get Hideharu to teach me more...”

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❝And… And the manual? The manual, Hidemasa? Did you lose that or something? That woulda told you how to use it in the first place.❞

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“N-no! I got that too, and I read it cover to cover. Three times! I can’t make sense ‘a none of this - I can hardly figure out how to work a remote, let alone somethin’ like this. I’m not good at these things like you are!”

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“Oh, I still got it. I just...Can’t figure out how to work the thing, so I left it in the glove box. It beeps at me every time I try to set it! You know I’m no good with technology, Katsumoto.”

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❝… I guess. At least you couldn’t have accidentally killed someone. I-If you had landed the wrong way…❞

Katsumoto shies away despite Hidemasa’s smile, guilt still very evident on his face. He’s staying quiet intentionally because he knows·the next words out of his mouth won’t be anything positive, and an endless chain of ‘it’s fine’ and ‘no it’s not’ wasn’t particularly appealing at the moment. Not that it ever was to begin with.

It takes a few seconds before he can look Hidemasa in the eye again, his first instinct being to brush the blonde’s bangs aside to check for any kind of bleeding or bumps or bruises or something, something that proved he hurt him. Deciding that there wasn’t anything–not yet, at least–that needed attention, he clears his throat before he speaks again.

❝What’s up? Did… Did you need anything? Or were you fucking around just because?❞

Sitting up, Hidemasa chuckled, pulling the already-loose tie from his hair and allowing his long locks to fall free over his shoulders. He got to his feet without any indication of injury, now looking down at Katsumoto instead of up.

“Believe me, I’ve had worse. You don’t have to worry!”

At Katsumoto’s question, his smile slipped a few notches. He reached for his hair, beginning to play with it absentmindedly as he pondered his response.

“Well...Actually, I did kinda want to talk to you. It’s nothin’ big! It’s just...Kiyoko. I wanted to talk to you about her.”

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❝…Ah shit.❞

That was all he managed to say through all of the heavy breathing, all of the shaking, all of which caused by the sudden adrenaline rush that he really didn’t need. Katsumoto swallows hard, hesitantly lowering himself to one knee–he definitely did a number on Hidemasa, for sure, and he was the last person the brawler wanted to be doing any numbers on in the first place. In retrospect, all of his talk about unnecessary violence didn’t really seem to mean much, given how easily he tended to panic and resort to defending himself in the only way he knew how–with his fucking fists.

Another reason why you’re a fuck up, Katsumoto. Nothing else is new. How the hell does he still put up with you? Between your mental fuck ups and your physical fuck ups and your personality fuck ups–how the hell did you manage to fuck up so bad when you’ve got such a great family history?

Idiot.

❝…Are you, um… Are you alright there, Kyūtarō? S-Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to.❞

Ugh. At least hearing his own voice silenced those thoughts, for the time being.

Though it took several seconds to reacquaint himself with reality, Hidemasa shook his head, eventually pulling himself back together. His head still hurt like a bastard, but nothing seemed to be broken - and considering what else could’ve happened, he could at least be grateful for his head.

He looked up at Katsumoto from where he lay and, seeing the grim expression on his face, gave him what he hoped was a reassuring grin.

“So, I...Guess I got you, didn’t I?” he asked, chuckling nervously. “Though I’d say you got me just a little better.”

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Among retainers, Hori Hidemasa. It was a phrase that stuck to the sharpshooter whether he liked it or not - but for all his sense of duty, it didn’t mean he was totally incapable of having fun.

He’d spotted Katsumoto walking by just moments before, and as an idea formed in his mind, all the stories of just what happened when people snuck up on him left his mind. Pulling his poncho over his face, he crept in from behind, raising his arms over his head.

“Boo!”

- Except the word didn’t quite have the chance to leave his lips before Katsumoto grabbed him around the middle. In an instant he was up in the air, poncho falling off to reveal his startled face, and then-

THUNK

His head struck the ground with teeth-rattling force, his friend bringing him down so hard that for half a second he remained in a headstand, feet kicking helplessly in the air. As the rest of him collided with the floor, he groaned, cradling his aching skull. What were you expecting, Kyutaro?

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❝Well, duh! If anyone’s ever gonna put you in a casket, it’s gonna·be me! You ‘n me are ‘sposed to live forever, remember.❞·

She continues to pound away at Hidemasa’s chest, bap, bap, bap, bap, stopping only when he mentions him·again. How annoying! ·Kiyoko knew·they weren’t ever going to get along ever, so why was it that her father kept trying and trying and trying?

❝I mean it, Daddy, the next time I see him I’m gonna fight, fight, fight·him! You can’t stop me, ‘cause he deserves it!❞

“Haha...Yeah...Ya sure are...” Hidemasa chuckled nervously, shifting a little in his seat. While hearing these sort of things from her daughter was par the course, he’d never quite adjusted, and still found it more than a touch unsettling.

Leaning back, he closed his eye, letting out a long exhale. Kiyoko was a grown woman now, at least in terms of age - his fellow retainers’ children around her age had been falling over themselves to separate from their parents years earlier, and while he appreciated her wanting to stay close, it grew tiring at times.

“Sweetheart, ya can’t fight Katsumoto. You’ll lose, first off. I just...Wish you’d both get on a little better. If you don’t like him, why don’t you spend some time with his daughter? She’s close to your age, and I’m sure you’d like each other.”

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❝You coulda done something about it! And if you feel as bad as you say you do, why the hell do you keep trying to drag my brother’s name through the mud?! Each time you open up that stupid mouth of yours you sound more and more like a hypocrite!❞

“What happened to your brother was beyond terrible, but that don’t excuse the way he conducts himself now. Loss changes a person, I know it does - but I’ve never seen someone act like such a low-down scum the way he does because of it. Or am I supposed to think that’s okay?”

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Though Kiyoko’s tiny fists did little to actually harm Hidemasa through ample layers of muscle and fat, he groaned, theatrically throwing one arm over his eyes as she continued to pummel him.

“Ow, ow, owwww! You’re gonna put me in a casket if you keep that up!” he whined, barely managing to hide a grin.

“And...I know that things didn’t go well with Katsumoto last time, but I wish you’d give him more of a chance, honey. He’s my best friend! He just gets frustrated sometimes because he wants to do things with me too. I mean, we don’t really get to see each other that often as it is...”

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❝But you let it happen anyway, why?! ‘Cause you were trying to follow ‘orders’?! Most of them weren’t even soldiers! How the hell can you even sleep when you know you killed a bunch of innocent people?!❞

Magoroku hadn’t expected to get so heated over the course of this conversation, but… Well, could anyone really expect him to act civil when he looks one of his clan’s killers right in the face? He should have been happy that he even made it this far.

“You think I don’t think about it every damned day? I’ve never forgotten it, and I can’t sleep at night. I know that don’t make what happened any better, but we ain’t all as heartless as Nobunaga. Don’t you think for a second that we all just forgot about it after it was over.”