Bone Breaker.

Touken Ranbu RP Blog Honebami Toushirou | 骨喰藤四郎 Affiliated with Città Alveare.

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He had spilled enough blood. Cuts littered Honebami’s body; he could barely maintain consciousness. Those violet eyes were now so dark and lifeless and broken… Namazuo relished in that look of hopelessness. This was just about all he could do before his toy broke completely. Better to put him out of his suffering while it was still fun…

“Good night… Ho-ne-ba-mi~”

He would’ve slit Honebami’s throat open then and there had he not detected a presence directly behind him–

“Hm…?”

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!!”

Hive’s Namazuo had appeared so suddenly that his alternate had had to drop Honebami to dance out of the way of the greedy blade. His adversary out of the way, Namazuo rushed to Honebami’s side, gathering his injured sibling into his arms.

“Honebami… Honebami! Hold on, I’m going to–”

“Never turn your back on your enemy!”

At the sound of the voice, he whipped around on his heels just in time for the alternate Namazuo’s blade to come crashing down on his own. Namazuo was already exhausted–he had had to fight endless battles to get here. But…

“You did this to him…”

From somewhere within, he found strength. And he tapped into that strength, forcing himself to his feet, slowly, surely, despite the immense pressure bearing down on his sword.

“I’ll NEVER forgive you!!”

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Though the look-alike spoke in such a near-identical manner to his real brother in many ways, there was just one distinct detail that differentiated that powerful cry just now from this one’s venom-laden nothings..

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!!” 

That’s right... Honebami could never mistake this Namazuo for his own... and because of that very reason--the honest enamor and sense of protection coating those words... Namazuo... you actually came for me... Tears of joy mixed in with those of pain from earlier, feeling his crumpled body gathered into the warmth and scent of his beloved family. Just like this... even if he’d die like this he just wanted--

“ ... Na..... ma.... zu... o.....”  He barely had the breath to speak much else, those arms escaping him as he lay upon the barren floors of the tarnished building once more. No...  Namazuo you can’t fight him... run away... please... But there was not much he could offer his brother now that he was completely useless. Without the strength to stand, without his sword hand... without anything left of him at all, he was as good as broken... A tool no longer suited for its purposes.

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“Ah! Are those tears? Hehe… That really hurt, didn’t it? Didn’t it, Honebami?”

Laughing a little, he planted his boot into Honebami’s shoulder, slamming him onto his back, dangling his own namesake sword carelessly as he stood over the other hapless boy.

“Do you know what also hurt?”

He had achieved his target–Honebami would die here. But now that his victory had been secured, perhaps it was time to play a little bit.

“When you forgot about me… About Ichi-nii… About our family… Our happy memories together…”

He dug his heel into Honebami’s shoulder.

“Why does the other me care about you so much? You’re nothing but a shadow… A shell of your former self. You’re not even the real Honebami anymore.”

No… The real Honebami as this Namazuo knew him had perished long, long ago. So long ago… Ah, if only he could rewind time and stop it from ever happening…

“You poor thing…”

Words spoken with fake sickening sweetness. He relented, stepping back only to grab a fistful of Honebami’s hair, running his cold blade along his cheek.

“I bet the other Namazuo only pitied you. So he let you burden him… And you’ve been too selfish to realize it. Just clinging mindlessly to him because you had no one and nothing…”

He leaned in close to the other boy’s ear, blade pressed against Honebami’s neck, just millimeters from slitting it.

“So why don’t you return to nothing? To nothing but the flames that are your only memories…”

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Whether or not Honebami could feel much of anything anymore, the brutality of the other’s actions was enough to let spill those thick, dull tears down his battered and bloodied cheeks. Everything hurt so badly... he simply wanted to let go and fall into the numbing recedes of his mind. And as violet hues drifted in and out of focus, wincing at the feel of searing metal against his tender flesh, Honebami was brought back to the reality of his situation again and again when the look-alike decided to arouse his sensory of pain each and every time he was about to drift out of consciousness. It was such a cruel display--and there was nothing the wakizashi could do anymore to block out that mocking tone either.

I’m a fake?

It made sense. The original Honebami wasn’t even a wakizashi to begin with. He had been rebuilt--reforged with what could be salvaged. The lack of memories only added insult onto injury as well. He was so empty... so hollow. No wonder these words were resonating within the darkness of his heart so relevantly..  

“I bet the other Namazuo only pitied you. So he let you burden him… And you’ve been too selfish to realize it. Just clinging mindlessly to him because you had no one and nothing…” 

“Bur... den...? I’ve been...?” It hurt to speak, each iteration throbbing the unswallowable lump in Honebami’s throat. Maybe... it was true then. But as much as he wanted to admit to these truths, he could not forsake the happiness he had felt while beside his precious brother thus far. He couldn’t abandon the love he had been given in this current form, no matter how wretched his existence had become. “No.... I....... hhgh...”

Namazuo.....  Namazuo.... I want to see you...                           I want to.... apologize. I don’t want... to.... break....

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His face splitting into a near manic grin as he watched the mirror image of his brother sail through a wall, Namazuo sauntered in slowly after him, humming playfully all the while. Like a cat toying with its hapless prey.

“That’s it? It’s already over…?”

If not from the blows, then Honebami had definitely suffered most when he had been sent sailing through the wall. Namazuo chuckled at the sight of the poor thing writhing on the floor and trying to regain control. How pitiful…

“These bodies are so inconvenient sometimes, aren’t they?” He walked past Honebami to the sword that that outstretched hand was reaching for, picking it up and giving a few playful swings. A ploy to do nothing more than to dash Honebami’s hopes of retaliation entirely.

“You know… They called you the ‘bone breaker’… But that’s just a saying, isn’t it? Can you really break bone so easily?”

And without warning, he brought the tip of Honebami’s own sword down onto his wrist, blade cutting through flesh and bone easily, and he laughed with delight.

“Huah…! It’s really true!”

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“Do... n’t......” In Honebami’s vulnerable state, there was absolutely no way he could have prevented such a detrimental siege of fate from happening. It was his own fault, after all, for underestimating his opponent. And now that he was broken and nearly dismantled, body laying crumpled and idle, he could only watch in horror as his namesake came down striking down in the hands of the look-alike, eyes spreading wide as pupils shrunk in dismay; metal now severing bone and flesh in one fell attack, Honebami’s spine curled, a silent scream issuing from a now gaping mouth, tears pooling as every inch of him recoiled in pain. “.... !! ................!!! ..................!!!!!!!” His hand was gone... his sword hand was now detached from his body, leaving him with nothing but a stump gushing blood from the cut veins. Out of every injury he had received thus far, this had to be one of the most painful to boot. And along with his missing trained hand, his hope to survive and fight back went along with it, nothing remaining but what looked like a tearing child staring up in absolute terror at the figure standing before him... “.. Na...... ma...... zu...... o.......... “

But he knew his precious brother would not come... no. He was only graced with the presence of this devilish replica acting the part of his reaper towering over him.

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Seeing that undisturbed visage decorated with such resolve… It sent a shiver down Namazuo’s spine.

“Ahh… I love that look on your face, Honebami! You always looked best at the height of the kill…”

“I can’t WAIT to see it painted RED!”

And he launched himself forward, his blade immediately clashing with Honebami’s. This image of his brother moved exactly as Namazuo remembered, mirroring his every move with one of his own. The sound of their clashing blades echoed along the sidewalk as they matched one another measure for measure. 

There was no telling how long the stalemate lasted. The two wakizashi had been able to parry each other’s blows, but as the duel dragged on, their differences in strength would become more obvious. Namazuo didn’t allow Honebami a breath, slashing and slashing and slashing away at his defenses.

“What’s this? What’s this?! What’s wrong?! Are you getting tired already, Honebami?!”

A feint–and then, he followed up with a powerful slash.

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Why...? Another dodge. Another parry. From taking an initial attacking position, Honebami was now completely on the defensive, his arms shaking wit every block, sweat beading his brow as his heels slid against the crackled pavement. The once confident stand he had in this battle was becoming a losing one.   Why doesn’t he tire..? He was more in the semblance of a monster than any calibrated sword Honebami had ever sized up against. His power only seemed to increase with each attack instead of waning, the ferocity of those strikes throwing sparks and licks against Honebami’s uniform, threatening to cut him to ribbons soon enough.

“What’s this? What’s this?! What’s wrong?! Are you getting tired already, Honebami?!”

Gasping out as he was thrown back by a relentless blow, in that split second window, he was already being attacked while completely open, having no time to bring up his arms as he watched a blur of sliver and black strike upon him. 

“--!?”

It was like being caught up in a whirl-winding explosion, Honebami’s entire body being thrown back with the sheer force of a ton of steel, breaking through nearby brick and mortar like a makeshift wrecking ball. Upon that brutal impact of crashing through a physical wall, more bones than he could count or realize were shattered on impact, blood streaming from his throat and mouth as he tumbled painfully to a sudden stop. Only the smell of iron filled his senses now, blinding an eye as a deep gash on his head flowed freely; breathing erratically, Honebami shakenly reached for his sword just a meter away, body refusing to cooperate and his nerves spun without any control. “Hhf... kkh.....” Can’t.... not yet...

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He almost laughed at such hostile reception. It had almost hurt–almost. This Honebami, no matter how similar in visage and demeanor, could never be his own. His precious brother had broken long ago, returning the flames from which he had come.

“What, this?”

A small chuckle as he twirled on his heel, a rain of red falling around him from his soaking blade.

“Do you like it? Swords always look prettiest when they’re all red.”

He took a step forward, and another, slowly, leisurely. Eyes set on his prey, and only his prey. 

“How about you, Honebami? I bet you’ll look especially pretty…”

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As the look-alike spun around tauntingly, blood flying about from his tainted sword, a droplet fell upon Honebami’s porcelain visage, hardened violet optics narrowing ever so slightly. His brother would never kill so absent-mindedly.... nor would he raise his blade without good reason. “... I understand.”

This one... this one was already lost, like those among the demon blade army back in their time.

“An invader... you must be removed.” Raising up his bone breaker into position, Honebami assumed his usual stance, confident that he would not fall to any tricks. After all, if this one held the “catfish tail” then there was no swing or technique he had not seen already.... “Come!”

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“Hmm… What should I do, what should I do~”

Separated from the group and with no master to take orders from, Namazuo wandered aimlessly throughout the streets of Hive, cutting any unfortunate NPC down along the way. His blade had been dyed completely red, it was dripping with blood, leaving messy splotches on the ground as he held it.

“Everything is burning again~ Oh?”

A familiar figure. Too familiar… So familiar, yet so alien. His beautiful sibling, whom he hadn’t seen hide nor hair of since stepping foot into the city.

“I found you!”

“Ho-ne-ba-mi♪“

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The reckoning had brought upon inescapable danger and despair for those not prepared. And in the heart of the chaos, now separated from his brother and to be left to his own devices, Honebami raced the streets in hopes of reuniting with his beloved sibling. At least he had been graced with his own namesake--the “Bone Breaker”--a blade meant to strike down with precision and cut all that veered into his path. With this, he certainly had no fear of the invaders, and certainly not of their numbers either.

However..

“I found you!  Ho-ne-ba-mi♪“

“ Namazuo....” There he was, playfully approaching Honebami in sing-song as he swung his crimson laden sword in mirth. Blooming roses hit the pavement and stained them behind careful foot falls... What an eerie sight. “ ...... what is the meaning of this?” Of course, Honebami was no fool to fall for this illusion--this could not be the Namazuo he knew and cared for.

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“Hmmmuu…”

He whined softly, nuzzling and doing everything he could to garner sympathy from Honebami, but he was ultimately given the cold shoulder. He gave in eventually, simply exhausting himself with all of the extra effort it took to give such affection.

“Yes, sir…”

He remained still for a while, soaking in the feeling of Honebami’s slender fingers in his hair. This was nice too… All this extra attention.

Alright… That was enough horsing around. Namazuo finally pulled away.

“Well… Do you want to watch some T.V. now, Honebami?”

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“..Yes..” At the proposition, Honebami was quick to respond, just as fascinated with the box of moving pictures as Namazuo was. And in a way... these were all accumulating memories, too, weren’t they? Teasing Namazuo and idling about.. They were a little uneventful, but Honebami would cherish these simpler, peaceful times regardless. 

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Something told him that Honebami was up to something. Perhaps it was because they could read one another like an open book, or because Honebami was rarely ever so physically affectionate, yet Namazuo chose to ignore that little alarm bell going off in his head, simply enjoying the feel of Honebami’s soft hands against his skin and neck–

“Mmgh–?!”

–until Honebami pulled him down suddenly and their lips met again, roughly, for a second time. Namazuo was his captive until he could feel his own cheeks burning brightly, and only then did Honebami release him.

“H…Hone……”

Their faces were close, far too close… Here, Namazuo could soak in every inch of that delicate visage, from Honebami’s long lashes to his soft lips, to–

“You’re so mean!”

Before he could let his thoughts fall into further disarray, Namazuo threw his arms around Honebami, his chin on his shoulder as he whined–just so the other wouldn’t see how red his face was.

“Honebamiiii…”

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Easily catching Namazuo in his hold and maintaining balance, Honebami steadied his bumbling brother, ultimately indifferent towards his childish bellyaching. He should have known he had had it coming.. (If you can’t take the heat, leave the broiler, as some would say.) However, apart of Honebami couldn’t help but feel somewhat happy at this turnabout. It wasn’t as if he didn’t like receiving such special attention from  Namazuo.

“... don’t wake Hotarumaru..” With Namazuo this close, Honebami could even fiddle with his long, jet black hair to his heart’s content.

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“Eh?! Stupid…? That’s awful, Honebami… After I apologized too…”

But no harm done, of course; he knew Honebami didn’t mean it. Chuckling softly, he practically draped himself over Honebami in a loose hug. So warm…

“Well… Do you want to see what’s on the T.V. today? I heard it’s going to be a cold night…”

“If you’re hungry, I’ll make some warm food for the both of us. How does that sound?”

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“--........” Reaching up to tug at the other’s cheek with the intention of instilling a sense of taking responsibility for his actions, Honebami, instead, cupped his palm against that plush skin, softly holding it there. Now, this was all a ploy of planting a false sense of security--a little taste of Namazuo’s own medicine if anything. And as Honebami’s hand drifted down, fingertips ghosting along the other’s sensitive neck, he no sooner grasped at the collar of his uniform roughly, yanking him closer once more and going in for another kiss. (Though this time, clumsily, lips simply mashed together.) Remaining in place until he could see Namazuo’s face flush over a color far brighter than his own, Honebami finally relented, expression and tone no different from before.

“..... TV...”

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“Nope! No trouble at all. Thanks, Honebami!”

Ideally, it would’ve been nice to have spent the day with Honebami, but the weather had been rather foul when Namazuo had left, and he had urged the other wakizashi to stay indoors. 

“Oh right!”

He padded over, pressing a small, chaste kiss to Honebami’s soft lips. The fragrant citrus of the clementine he had been eating lingered on Namazuo’s mouth, but Honebami was sweet on his own.

“An ‘I’m home’ kiss just for you! And an apology for making you wait that long.”

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Turning his head on cue, to wonder about his brother’s approach, Honebami had no time to think about the affectionate gesture given onto him. It wasn’t the first time Namazuo had done something like this, but that didn’t make it any less flustering. Namazuo was so embarrassing... Face flushed upon contact, and lips still lingering closely after that, Honebami couldn’t think of anything else to say, except the usual snide remark.

“.... stupid, Namazuo..”

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“I’m home~!”

Chorusing loudly, though not so loud as to disturb the apartment’s other inhabitants, Namazuo toiled to shut the door behind him while keeping the sleeping Hotarumaru on his back.

“Sorry that took so long, Honebami! I found Hotarumaru on the way… He’s really tired. Could you help me roll out the futon?”

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“... Welcome home.” Carefully peeling a clementine with delicate fingers--trying to amuse himself somehow in the midst of no company--Honebami arose from his spot on the floor, popping a piece of the fresh fruit into his mouth for safe munching, and shuffled into the nearest closet. Funny, how much more compliant Honebami had become lately. However, when when it was for Namazuo, it wasn’t that strange at all.

Pulling out the spare bedding and smoothing out the blanket on top, Honebami watched as his brother tucked the little oodachi in, careful eyes surveying for any sort of visible wounds or scuffs. “... No trouble?”

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The weight that had settled against his chest was warm and welcome. In the world of his dreams, he was burning–in the living world, it was ice cold. It was nice to have this one speck of warmth that he could cling onto.

“……”

He knew, of course. He knew how see-through his lies were becoming. And how long would he be able to keep it up? Lying to his brother, lying to the world…

Lying to himself.

Slowly, Namazuo brought his arms up and around, holding Honebami closer and closer, tighter and tighter. His fingers dug into the fabric of his brother’s clothes, as if desperate to hold on.

That was enough. He would not play the role of the vulnerable brother any longer. If he did, then who would Honebami have to lean on?

“…You should go back to sleep, Honebami.”

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That desperate hold encircling him only confirmed his preconceived notion towards his brother’s abnormal facade. He’d probably never admit it aloud,too, this weakness and fear Namazuo kept under wraps, threatening to overwhelm him at any given moment.. He wanted to be strong. Strong for Honebami... but one that couldn’t even hold his own weight shouldn’t have been acting as a crutch for another. It was asinine.  “--.......”

But he wouldn’t call him out on it. No. Honebami was at least that merciful in that respect towards his brother’s pride. He would simply have to take it with a grain of salt and pray that his precious sibling would not crumble under his self-inflicted burdens any time soon. I wish I... was not one of his burdens.

“Goodnight, Namazuo.” With a troubled sigh under his breath, Honebami kept close, wondering if  Namazuo had even closed his eyes yet...

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A small sigh; regardless of how detached from their past lives they had become, they could still read one another like an open book. Namazuo stared into those resolute eyes before flopping onto his back, staring at the ceiling blankly.

He hadn’t wanted to bring it up, lest it struck too close to home for Honebami; after all, he, too, had suffered a similar fate, and come away from it much worse than Namazuo did. But he didn’t want to break the trust in those eyes. There were to be no secrets between the two brothers…

“…I had a nightmare about when me and Ichi-nii burned. It happened so long ago… But it felt so real. It really felt like I was burning again, in those flames.”

Something was swirling in the pit of his stomach. Pain? Anxiety? Regret? Anger? He didn’t know. He didn’t want to know. He closed his eyes, focusing on the warmth of Honebami’s hand instead.

“That’s all. See, it wasn’t anything big. I’m already feeling better.”

He was no stranger to such nightmares, after all.

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Again, as things always seemed to boil down to, everything returned to the fires that had changed their lives dramatically. And they hadn’t been left without their traumas--for Honebami, however, he had been the more blessed of the two; after all, he had no means of recollection towards what had happened both prior and after the burning itself. Of course, he was just as pyrophobic as his brother when it came down to it, but to think that Namazuo had to suffer through that moment in time even through such a peaceful means of escape such as sleep.. Honebami could only offer his deepest sympathies for him.

“... Liar.” Leaning slowly until his head met his brother’s chest, Honebami lay there, curled up snugly, knowing that beyond all other gestures he could have provided, gentle affection and closeness was something Namazuo appreciated more than he ever could. But even the distanced and “hands-off” Honebami would make exceptions for his most beloved sibling, nuzzling gently. “You’re a terrible liar, Namazuo.”

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“…Honebami.”

He felt his brother’s warmth before he had spoken, and knew he must have woken him with his wild actions. A pang of guilt; Honebami had been sleeping so peacefully…

“Sorry. Did I wake you up?” He brushed the back of his finger against Honebami’s soft cheek, brushing some hair from his face. “Go back to sleep. It was just a dream,” he added, to address the unspoken question that was so evident in Honebami’s eyes.

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That type of smile and faux reassurance had not quelled the concern that had tied itself in knots within Honebami’s stomach. Even if he lacked the prior familiarity they had shared once before, Honebami could still sense and read his brother’s body language better than anyone else. He was disturbed--bothered--hurting about something he had seen behind closed lids... Memories of which Honebami could not even fathom were like.

“---.....” Grabbing up the hand that had gently provided that empty ministration against his face, Honebami met firm gazes with Namazuo, brows furrowing as he mutely demanded a more truthful answer. I want to know... what terrifies you. Why your smile, which should reflect happiness... looks so melancholic. He wasn’t so fragile that he needed to be sheltered from such things. At least, that’s how he perceived himself in these eyes.

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Namazuo dreams sometimes.

He dreams of black smoke billowing all around him. He dreams of the heat, the flames licking at him. He dreams of the pain of being burned, so vivid, as if he was just burned yesterday. He dreams of the wooden beams smashing into the ground, going up in more flames. 

Flames, flames, flames… 

There’s fire everywhere and he can’t breathe. Smoke is filling his lungs slowly, painfully. He’s trapped and can do nothing as he burns alive.

The building collapses around him and everything goes black.

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Namazuo jolted awake.

He panicked at first, sitting bolt upright and glancing wildly around the room; it was dark, his heart was pounding, blood rushing to his brain far too quickly. But he had awoken in a cold sweat, and his first realization was that he shouldn’t have been cold if he was burning.

The second realization was that Honebami was still beside him, sleeping peacefully.

“…Haha…”

He was still alive. He wasn’t burning. He placed his face into his palms, trying to ease the pounding in his head.

“What a dream…”

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--Unlike his brother, Honebami’s slumber was uninterrupted and soaked in nothingness; darkness as far as the eye could see. Perhaps it reflected his inner heart, where no memories of the past lie. Nothing to conjure even in his unconscious state. But in the midst of this numb, dreamless sleep, Honebami felt his brother jolt violently beside him, stirring him as he slowly opened his heavy eyes.  Something felt wrong. Without the usage of words, or without even an incentive, Honebami leaned against the other just slightly, feeling the essence of dismay exuding off of Namazuo. He couldn’t help but break that silence and inquire quietly. 

“...  Namazuo?”

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Errands

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Now, Namazuo was normally quite composed. Very little could deeds could fluster him, but apparently, when it came to Honebami, anything was fair game.

So when Honebami’s face neared his, and Namazuo could see every minute detail of that porcelain visage, from his long eyelashes to his liquid eyes to his tiny nose and soft lips, he couldn’t help but tense.

“Eh…?! Ehhh?! Honebami—”

It was just such a sudden departure from the Honebami who kept to himself and preferred not to be touched (though certainly, many, many exceptions had been made for Namazuo) and never initiated contact that Namazuo was at a loss. 

“Um… Er…”

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“.. Your temperature has risen.” Despite the slight flinch and squirm from Namazuo (who knew what was going on in that mind of his), Honebami finally pulled back from such an intimate proximity the minute he felt those cheeks heat up upon lingering contact, dull lilac hues indifferent as always. “Human bodies produce heat when in contact..” He eventually let go of Namazuo’s hands as well, returning to his previously stationary position at his side of the bench. Truthfully, he hadn’t meant anything by the act of rubbing faces other than to keep his brother from chilling over. It had been a necessity in his eyes. “--....”

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…It was rather chilly, and Namazuo only realized once they stopped moving. But he was far too tired to keep moving. What a dilemma…

Count on Honebami to notice such a subtle detail, though. Namazuo sighed, his shoulders slumping. There really wasn’t much he could hide from his brother.

“A…a little, I guess.” He rubbed his arms. “It’s usually warmer here… How strange.”

Come to think of it, if this fatigue kept up, and if he continued to subject himself to this chill…would he get sick? Could swords even get sick? 

“How about you, Honebami? Do you feel cold?”

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“--......” Though temperature had never effected them before when in sword form, with these brand new, squishy human vessels to care for, they couldn’t get too careless now. And even if Honebami was ignorant and unfamiliar towards many directions and customs in this type of life, the concept of falling prey to something like an illness was not a foreign idea at all. He and Namazuo were completely susceptible as far as he was concerned.. To prevent this in the slightest, Honebami moved so that he and Namzuo   were without an inch between them, leaning forward closely as their gazes met. And in an attempt to keep his brother warm, Honebami seized his hands into his own, all the while pressing their noses and cheeks together, nuzzling gently in attempt to garner some frictional heat for warmth.

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