Kusatsume Hagiko

@clover-anon

dmmd oc. kusatsume hagiko (草詰萩子) tracking: #cloveranon, #kusatsume

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Since I'm no longer using the kusatsume account as a kind of nerve center for other accounts, this blog is moving to kusatsume

it's good to do this while she has no threads since I'm about to make a promo post for her

Interloper -- starter for tnottwins

Come on, please work, please work.

The door opened with the resounding click of the bolt sliding back, to her profound relief. Her normal poise failed her and she stumbled into the apartment under the weight of her combined business for Virus. She stepped out of her heels, mindful of getting black scuff marks on his floors, and then looked around.

Everything was black or white. She knew he shared this apartment with his companion, Trip, so they must have similar decorating tastes. She walked down the hall, his drycleaning over one shoulder, a shoulder bag with four bottles of wine, trailing a rolling file box and another box on top. At the end of it, she was faced with a choice. Right or left.

He's left-handed, so... left?

Hagiko went down the short hall and gently opened the door to her left, poking her head in. It didn't really look like a place that Trip would be in, and when she saw the wine cabinet, that confirmed it.

She was in Virus' room.

#tnottwins #story: interloper

Hot and Cold -- closed starter for corruptedpuppy

With a light hop across a puddle at the curb, she walked across the street into Green Playground, intending to cut across the narrow part of the district to her apartment in Flame Willow. It was nearly 1 in the morning. She'd left a notice for Virus, informing him of her late departure (and consequent late arrival for work the next day). Hagiko shivered, pulling her jacket closer and wishing she had worn a pantsuit instead of her usual skirt and stockings. It was simply beginning to get too late in the year to continue to wear skirts on cold days.

The alleys of Green Playground were always dark, lit with eerie green light that wouldn't distract from the ambiance of nearly constant Rhyme battles in the district. She had just passed by one of the courtyards behind an internet cafe when the sound of a can clanking and clattering over concrete put her on high alert.

Her breath fogged the air in front of her face. "Hello?"

#story: hot and cold #corruptedpuppy

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He Kicked Meowt! | closed starter.

Hagiko looked at him with revulsion. “Benji-san, there are chopsticks right there… please?” She picked them up and offered them helpfully. She even could assemble one of the rigs that Japanese parents used to teach their children how to use chopsticks if he didn’t know how to use them, but not using utensils at all? Was he a complete animal?

She watched him gulp down water, pleased to see that at least he drank like a normal human instead of a cat. At least she wouldn’t have to find room for a water dish in the bathroom.

"You were out all day," she replied. "He dropped you off early this morning." She grabbed a shrimp out of her box and ate it daintily. After swallowing it, she looked at Benji. "You’re not sleepy at all, are you?"

He stopped mid-chew, looking at the chopsticks she offered him with wonder. He had tried using them before, but had failed miserably and resorted to using his fingers or a spoon. But he set his container of food on the counter and took the chopsticks from her without a word, slipping them out of their paper holder and separating them. He set one of the wooden chopsticks down, and proceeded to spear the pieces of meat one at a time with the utensil.

"No, I’m not. What time is it?" He said between mouthfuls.

"It’s nearly eight in the evening," she said, already turning away to dig through a drawer. She could see she had an uphill battle ahead of her.

With quick hands, she rolled up the wrapper of the chopsticks into a cylinder. Without asking, she took the single chopstick out of Benji’s hands and matched it with the one he’d laid down. Fishing a rubber band out of the drawer, she wound it around the top of the chopsticks, making a pair of usable pincer-like tongs. At least that would teach him the proper grip.

She handed them back to him and then picked up her container of takeout, going back to eating, fully expecting that he would use the chopsticks now that she had made them actually foolproof.

His brows furrowed as he realised how long he had slept. Virus must have drugged him. That wasn’t surprising, considering how much he hated being in cars.

Ben’s ears flattened against his head as she grabbed the utensil from him, but he watched curiously as she tampered with the pair of chopsticks. He stared down at the new thing she had handed back to him, glancing at her as though waiting for instructions. But he noticed how she held her chopsticks, using them to pick up the vegetables and rice, and he attempted to copy that. His fingers weren’t used to this position, so it took him a moment to find the right grip, but the foolproof chopsticks she gave him helped him in his struggle.

"… This is how you use them?" He muttered, picking up a piece of chicken and popping it in his mouth.

She lifted her head from where she was looking into her takeout container. “Yes,” she said, looking at his grip and then back at his face. Hagiko watched as he used the chopsticks for the first time, offering him an encouraging smile as he lifted the chicken to his mouth and ate it. He could be taught; that’s encouraging.

His ears were strange, swiveling to hear her as she spoke. He picked up another piece of chicken, and she leaned forward, offering him a chance at a shrimp out of her container. “Try one of these.”

#story: he kicked meowt #calicoboy

He Kicked Meowt! | closed starter.

Hagiko looked at him with revulsion. “Benji-san, there are chopsticks right there… please?” She picked them up and offered them helpfully. She even could assemble one of the rigs that Japanese parents used to teach their children how to use chopsticks if he didn’t know how to use them, but not using utensils at all? Was he a complete animal?

She watched him gulp down water, pleased to see that at least he drank like a normal human instead of a cat. At least she wouldn’t have to find room for a water dish in the bathroom.

"You were out all day," she replied. "He dropped you off early this morning." She grabbed a shrimp out of her box and ate it daintily. After swallowing it, she looked at Benji. "You’re not sleepy at all, are you?"

He stopped mid-chew, looking at the chopsticks she offered him with wonder. He had tried using them before, but had failed miserably and resorted to using his fingers or a spoon. But he set his container of food on the counter and took the chopsticks from her without a word, slipping them out of their paper holder and separating them. He set one of the wooden chopsticks down, and proceeded to spear the pieces of meat one at a time with the utensil.

"No, I’m not. What time is it?" He said between mouthfuls.

"It's nearly eight in the evening," she said, already turning away to dig through a drawer. She could see she had an uphill battle ahead of her.

With quick hands, she rolled up the wrapper of the chopsticks into a cylinder. Without asking, she took the single chopstick out of Benji's hands and matched it with the one he'd laid down. Fishing a rubber band out of the drawer, she wound it around the top of the chopsticks, making a pair of usable pincer-like tongs. At least that would teach him the proper grip.

She handed them back to him and then picked up her container of takeout, going back to eating, fully expecting that he would use the chopsticks now that she had made them actually foolproof.

#calicoboy #story: he kicked meowt

Fav things + Spring

#the floating world

He Kicked Meowt! | closed starter.

Ben peered at the dish she set out for him, examining its contents. He could smell chicken, and some savory sauce; as much as he wanted to just devour the whole meal, he was cautious with accepting food from strangers. Virus had drugged him via drinks before, and since this person was an acquaintance of his, he wouldn’t be surprised if they did the same.

But his stomach got the best of him, and he reached out to pick up the dish, digging into it immediately. Chopsticks? Who needs ‘em. He used his fingers to pick up the pieces of meat, gobbling them down with vigor. After the first few pieces hit his stomach, he took a swig of the water she had given him. Much better.

The boy nodded to her question, keeping his eyes on the container he was holding. “How long was I asleep?”

Hagiko looked at him with revulsion. "Benji-san, there are chopsticks right there... please?" She picked them up and offered them helpfully. She even could assemble one of the rigs that Japanese parents used to teach their children how to use chopsticks if he didn't know how to use them, but not using utensils at all? Was he a complete animal?

She watched him gulp down water, pleased to see that at least he drank like a normal human instead of a cat. At least she wouldn't have to find room for a water dish in the bathroom.

"You were out all day," she replied. "He dropped you off early this morning." She grabbed a shrimp out of her box and ate it daintily. After swallowing it, she looked at Benji. "You're not sleepy at all, are you?"

#story: he kicked meowt #calicoboy

Kyoto, Japan

Gion, Kyoto /by knkppr

#home #the floating world

He Kicked Meowt! | closed starter.

From the smell of it, she had ordered a lot of meat. The aroma made him lick his lips in anticipation, watching as she took the containers of food out of the plastic bag and set them on the counter. As he watched, the silence was interrupted by the loud growling of his stomach demanding food. He thought that would give him away, so he darted back around the corner.

She had heard him anyway, though. His ears flattened against his skull as she chided him, but he shuffled around the corner and into the kitchen, standing a little ways behind her. “What did you get?” He asked, leaning to the side to see around her.

"I didn't know what you'd like, so I just opted to get a little bit of everything." She took out the dish that was all meat, chicken breaded and tossed in a dark sauce. "I told them not to make it spicy since I didn't know your preference, but you take your chances with some of these places. Oh, here."

With one hand she slid a cup full of ice water towards him; sedatives could often make someone feel dehydrated. After that, she reached over to a cup on the counter filled with pairs of disposable chopsticks, took out one pair still sleeved in a paper wrapper, and laid it on top of the container. "Go ahead and eat as much as you want," she said, grabbing her own chopsticks and popping open her container.

"He drugged you, right? Did you sleep well?"

#calicoboy #story: he kicked meowt

He Kicked Meowt! | closed starter.

Thick, dark eyelashes fluttered open to the sound of the front door opening. His sensitive ears twitched, easily picking up the noise. He heard the muffled voices, one female and one male, and then the door shut again.

Sniff sniff.

He immediately bolted up out of the bed, following the mouth-watering smell out of the room he was in and into the kitchen. He didn’t actually know where anything was, or where he had woken up - right now all that mattered was satisfying his growling stomach. Ben peeked from around the corner of the hallway, spotting the raven-haired woman with her back to him. Although the tantalizing smell urged him on, he was hesitant to approach this stranger.

Hagiko heard the rumple of the futon and the sheets behind the fusuma. They were closed to give Benji some privacy, effectively turning the 8-tatami room into a private bedroom. It was followed by the thumping and heavy thuds of an adult scrambling to get up. He wasn't very graceful for a cat, was he?

She'd ordered in, as was her tendency. She had no idea what he'd like, so she'd ordered some Chinese food from one of the places over near the border with Green Playground. She tended to get things that were vegetables and seafood, but she ordered one all-meat dish. Cats ate nothing but meat, right?

"If you take too much longer, it'll get cold," she said without turning around, feeling his eyes between her shoulder blades.

#calicoboy #story: he kicked meowt

by ddsnet

#the floating world

Rainwater for Tea -- starter for theconceptofglory

It was as though her words had entranced him, his ears wide open and eyes lifted over the rim of his cup as he sipped his tea, floral jasmine brightening his senses and heightening his sense of relaxation and tranquility. It made him almost feel like he was in Kyoto now, from the flavor of earthy herbs at his palate and the oriental surroundings giving off its unique ambiance.

Hagiko herself was art, wasn’t she? She bore the teachings and class from Kyoto-shi and brought them to the tiny island of Midorijima, enlightening it with her own sense of pride and beauty. Without her, he never would have understood or gotten to know such a thing. Even now, it still felt as though it was just a sliver of what she knew, but to Clear, he cherished it as though he’d literally gone back to the mainland.

Her life experience, as far as he was concerned, was something special.

"Nature is very lovely in its own way. it is what the earth gives us, and it is so very colorful and pretty and smells nice." From the petrichor of freshly-fallen rain to the scent of growing grass and flora, it was all near and dear to him.

"Though, if anything in nature is any nicer than flowers… I think I like the sea the most," he added, eyes dropped into the sight of the cup below him, the soft, viridian-tinged brew near its end. "It is very pretty, Kusatsume-san. Have you ever been to the beach? i think the ocean is one of the prettiest things I have ever seen, especially when the sun sets."

A wistful sigh escaped his lips. If only he’d had the proper chance to see it all with his grandfather at his side…

She smiled and then put her cup down, drained of its contents. Of course she'd seen the ocean. "I did have to come to this island, you know."

Hagiko heard the small sadness in his voice. The melancholy of the sea often did such things to the hearts of me. She turned her cup on the coaster, her nails clicking against the ceramic.

She didn't know if Clear knew poetry, or even appreciated its practice as it existed in modern Japan. The ability to compose was something lost among most modern Japanese, but her onee-san had insisted she learn something of it to be able to entertain older clients, as well as those who believed geisha to be living records of Japanese culture and heritage.

"On the white sand Of the beach of a small island In the Eastern Sea I, my face streaked with tears, Am playing with a crab."

She recited the poem well; although not one of her own composition, it had been one of her favorites while she entertained men. They often offered to comfort her or dry her metaphorical tears. Some of the more lewd customers offered to show her their 'crab', but she almost never saw them again. Her onee-san didn't tolerate such licentious behavior. A geiko must never encourage such behavior, she'd said. It only teaches them that they can get away with it, and even if you don't mind it, someone else will.

Oh, if only her onee-san could see her now.

#theconceptofglory #story: rainwater for tea

An art that I traded fic for by my wonderful, amazing friend cresii!!

Take My Cat Please -- starter for calico-boy

His eyelids felt heavy as he slowly sunk to the ground, feeling his cheek press against the hardness of the floor. “Uunghh…” He groaned, not attempting to push himself into an upright position. He could feel sleep pulling at him, wrapping it’s gentle arms around him. He struggled to stay awake, but to no avail.

"Mmmnn.." Good luck trying to drag this sleepy lump anywhere, Hagiko.

Hagiko put her hands on her hips. She hadn't even eaten dinner yet, waiting for Virus and his 'cat'. If he'd just told her he was bringing a person, she could have aired out his futon.

She scowled and left him snoozing on the floor while she stalked over to the closet in the tatami room, pulling the table aside and making room for the futon. It was just going to smell like closet for a while. She tucked the sheets under the futon and fetched a pillow from her bed.

She opened the futon and then walked back over to the sleeping lump and put her hands under his arms, dragging him over the wooden floor and then across the tatami room. With some effort, she rolled him into the futon and then flopped the covers over him.

#calicoboy #story: take my cat please

Take My Cat Please -- starter for calico-boy

"Oh, that’s alright." He replied, muffling a small yawn with the back of his hand. He was quite used to minimal living conditions, although he was now living with Sei and the two yakuza members. In his eyes, they absolutely spoiled him; he had a bed to sleep in, large meals to eat, and constant affection and warmth. He didn’t receive as much affection as Sei did, but it was more than he had gotten while still in the labs, and so he was grateful.

"Benjamin. It’s nice to meet you, Kusatsume-sama." He replied, trying to bow low, but ending up toppling over and landing on his hands and knees. Oops.

Kusatsume.....-sama?

"No no, you can just call me Kusatsume-san! Using -sama is too much!" She held out her hands apologetically, trying to wave him away from his mistake, but he ended up on the floor. She winced at the thud he made on the wooden flooring, his duffle bag and toy sent sprawling.

"You don't have to bow so deeply, I'm...." She bent over, picking up the stuffed toy and trying to pull him up, embarrassed by his overzealous introduction. It was way too much for her, and she suspected that it was way too much for Virus. What had Virus taught him?

"Benjya... Benji? Please get up. Please?"

#calicoboy #story: take my cat please

With his head rolled back against the chair, the cyan eyed male breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Just wait until she leaves, and he will be able to take care of his— damn. “Yes, that will be fi—ahh..!”

It was a mistake to try and cut her off before she was finished. And even more so to have have summoned the brunette in the room at all. Another jolt of electricity ran through him at the mention of the younger Scrap user, undoing all of his efforts of maintaining himself. His rushed reply had left him vulnerable to the audible sigh, the relaxed position giving way to a slight involuntary twitch, though the movement only served to emphasize the strained confines of his trousers.

The hair on the back of Hagiko's neck stood on end, first at his obvious irritation with her and then at that noise he made. Not something you heard every day at work, and not something you heard at all from Virus. Together, they shared the same statistical probability as seeing a unicorn.

She dropped the list back on his desk and stepped out of her heels, walking around his desk in her stocking feet with a calm expression on her face. "Virus, you appear to be in some distress," she stated simply, still speaking in her polite way even as she knelt in front of him, even as she slid one hand up his thigh and then against his trapped erection.

"Please," she said huskily, her eyes never leaving his face, "Use me."

#vnottwins #breakdances softly

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