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back then, if I could've done it like this... FUDOU YUKIMITSU citta | nobody | i-4

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utauchuu:

♔ If he stared long enough he’d certainly get inspiration for a composition involving a king falling into to madness - oh, or better yet an emperor! Yeah, he had plenty of experience with tyrants and found himself nodding in time to the music in his head as the weirdo in front of was tripping in front of him with a wooden sword.

There was an Akatsuki kid who did the same thing, right? That was hilarious, and Leo only leaned forward with his hands on his knees as he was addressed, laughing loudly. “I’m staring at a guy who has totally lost it! I love it, I love you, it’s perfect inspiration, wahaha!”

He pulled out a sharpie and a crumpled receipt from his back pocket, jotting down different notes and rhythms on hastily drawn staff lines. “Don’t tell me anything else about you or you’ll ruin it, okay? Let me imagine it all.~”

“Haaa~?!”

Fudou doesn’t know what’s irritating him most in this situation: the fact that this stranger is sitting here laughing at him like he as some kind of prime entertainment, or the words coming out of the guy’s mouth. The twitch of his eyebrows as he feels a sort of angry heat rising to his face feels like a mess. This is a mess.

“Who’re you sayin’ has totally lost it?! You’re the one laughing at a stranger on the ground!! And don’t tell a total stranger you love them, that’s weird! This is weird~!”

Seriously, what is this guy doing? First laughing, now scribbling something on some tiny piece of paper? What, is he finding more ways to make a joke out of this? Ugh!

“Sayin’ that makes me--hic!--makes me wanna tell you everything~! I can be a jerk if I want to too, you... nngh... jerk!”

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nationsblade:

It’d been a while since he’d seen humans interact. And to think they were just the same, no matter what time they were in. Incorrigible. 

He’d spotted what appeared to be a standoff of some sort, and felt compelled to listen in, keeping himself hidden so not to cause any trouble just yet. 

Masamune had seen this before. He’d experienced it once before, before…he was changed. Skipping grades had put him in similar situations, where the taller would look down upon the shorter. 

The beast’s blood within him would stir, his eyes gleaming with an almost malevolent light as, wooden blade in hand, he would use his agility to seek out the one aiming something at the unfortunate stranger’s neck. 

The only warning of his arrival would be a very quiet voice, just loud enough for the stranger and the one holding him would hear. 

     “You should be careful around here, mister. There are monsters walking the streets, ready to attack once your back is turned.”

With a slash with his wooden sword accompanied by a snarl being ripped from his own throat, his strength had been bolstered momentarily as he’d deal a lot more damage than he would normally do with a wooden blade. Thankfully, it was enough to cause the other to release the stranger, and Masamune would speak to the other in a calm voice. 

     “I don’t suppose you’re incapable of running, are you? Are you unharmed? If you wish to leave this situation, follow me.”

He would only say this once, before he turned his back on the stranger. The others looked…rather pathetic, in his gaze. His body wanted to stay and fight, but his mind wanted to get this stranger to safety. So he would force himself to move, moving with surprising agility to an alley, turning only to gesture to the stranger. 

     “Come. Those fools aren’t worth the effort of fighting. Let’s get out of here.”

The sound of a voice, so quiet that he’d almost wondered if he’d just imagined it, is what sends a pang of fear down his spine.

Fudou wonders for a split second if perhaps the one holding him at knifepoint is the source, but that’s quickly proven wrong--quicker than he can even register at first, actually. One second he’s still with a knife at his throat, the next, he hears some kind of snarl and the ones who’d been basically holding him hostage released their grip on him. 

The tantou winds up unceremoniously falling over from the sudden shift, and he looks up to his supposed savoir with a look bordering on utter confusion as he speaks. 

“Wh--” His voice starts to come out, but the stranger’s on the move before he can even so much as get a word in otherwise. Perhaps after whatever just happened it’d be in his best interests to follow, so he gets up as quickly as he can, and stumbles after the stranger until he gathers his balance back. 

“Uh-- Oi!” Let’s get out of here, this guy says next, and Fudou’s brows furrow as he follows along, though a part of him feels some discomfort with the situation. Who was this guy, why did he bother stopping in and saving some useless sword in the first place, and where were they even going to go? Questions bubbled in one after another in his mind at an almost uncomfortable place, but the only thing he can manage to say as he follows the stranger’s path is, “...Who are you?”

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prusscinwolf:

Unlike the other, the werewolf knew exactly what to do because he stole a map of the whole city. While it was not honorable to steal anything , it did prove useful as he headed towards his designated apartment. Making everything about navigation easier. 

However the horrid smell of humans intermingling with everything, plus the intense crowd made his sensitive senses go a bit haywire. 

Did he cover his mouth and nose while walking around? Yes. 

 “Did you not acquire a map of the city before you explored?    It would.”

Was there a bit of judgement in his tone of voice? Noooo just his imagination. 

“...Ah?” 

He turns as soon as he hears some voice responding to him, and his eyes narrow a bit at the question. Why did it almost sound like he was being scrutinized or something for the fact that he didn’t have a map? It’s not like the idiots who brought him here offered one up to him or something.

“No~? It’s not like the moving picture guy offered me any help like that. Where am I supposed to go find one~?”

Fudou definitely feels annoyed right now, but he’s trying not to let it show. 

...Too much, anyways.

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♣ = discovering them crying .

He hates this. He really, really hates this.

It felt like the universe or the gods or both banded together had decided to figure out what would make a useless sword feel even more useless. The answer, most certainly, was to repeatedly leave him in tears.

He hated crying. He hated how it made him feel miserable, hated how sometimes he felt better after doing it even though the actual action itself was miserable, hated how hopeless he felt, hated the feeling of wet tears sliding down his cheeks–all of it. But until he could figure out a way to be able to start drinking again, all the miserable and hopeless feelings that he normally surprised with the copious amounts of drink he’d consume were free to rear their ugly heads.

Fudou thought he was alone here, but the sound of footsteps catches his attention and he whirls around, ready to snap at whomever it was to leave–but it was that boy, Sayo Samonji, a tantou like him. He takes a sharp exhale, before speaking with a wavering voice.

“…I-If you’re gonna ask, ‘m not crying. ‘M just… s-somethin’ got in my eye, okay?”

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ofthefourthking:

alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

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owarinooutsuke:

“Hooh?! A sword!” Instantly, she’s excited. “So you’re one of those, huh?! What the heck, how is anyone supposed to tell at all?! You look like normal humans!”

     Scanning the sword up and down, she rubs her chin, breaching his personal space.

“Fufu, it’s like I drew an SSR on a single ticket with this chance!”

“Well then, you’ll naturally tell me who you belong to, won’t you?!”

“...Does that mean you’ve seen others like me?” It must, but he’ll ask anyways. “We’re supposed to look like normal humans, so we can fight for ourselves, but then people just go and treat me like a kid! Agh... uh...”

He’s got no idea what this ‘SSR’ business means, so he’ll just ignore that. Besides, he’s been asked an important question!

“Me? I’m the beloved sword of Oda Nobunaga, Fudou Yukimitsu! Or-- yanno.. was... But that ‘was’ part doesn’t matter! It’s something special, isn’t it?!”

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owarinooutsuke:

“Hmmm~? Not human, huh? You don’t look all that inhuman to me,” the laughs at the other, having watched the scene play out while on her break. “If you aren’t human, you have to act it, of course! Like me! I’m a Demon King, after all! Wahaha!”

“Hah? That’s the problem~!” he sounds like he’s whining, almost, but really he’s just frustrated. “I’m not some little kid who goes running to his ‘mommy,’ I’m a sword! ...Dunno how to act like a sword when I look like this, but...” 

...She’s calling herself a Demon King, and he feels a twinge of pain in his chest. Ah, well.

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“Agh~! Being a human is annoying... Stop treating me like some kid when I’m probably way older than the lot of you!”

He’s only frustrated that he got kicked out of some store. 

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He hadn’t really been paying attention much to his surroundings. Wandering around aimlessly was suiting him just fine right now, after all (even though some nasty thoughts were trying to tug at the back of his mind again). But perhaps not paying attention was a mistake, because as he’s making his way down some road or another, something comes flying to hit him in the face.

“Gah--!?” His surprised exclamation, flailing, and imminent fall onto his rear were all incredibly ungraceful. It isn’t until he falls that he finally thinks to get whatever it was off of his face so he can see, and... paper? Why would paper be just flying around? Were people here just really that dirty? Or-- oh, wait. A sound catches his attention, and Fudou looks up to see someone running towards him. It’s gotta belong to them, right? Why else would they be heading his way?

“Is... uh, this your stuff?” He hands it over immediately as the stranger arrives--there are words visible on it, but he’s not going to read them. It’s not his business, is it? And the girl looked kind of distraught enough as it is. “Ah, geez~! I coulda been killed like this...”

@tw-ink-ling

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Having any kind of sudden onslaught of emotions was never a fun time for anyone. But it seemed to be incredibly less fun, somehow, finding yourself somewhere like this where you shouldn’t be, don’t belong, you have somewhere else to be--

Which is exactly why Fudou had taken to finding a bench somewhere, one that seemed hidden away enough from the general public, and as the effects of the alcohol he’d gotten used to consuming on a daily basis slipped further and further away from him, he’d found that all the emotions he’d try to evade while drunk were slamming back into him, so now? Now he was crying, trying fruitlessly to wipe the tears away with his sleeves all the while being overwhelmed with a bunch of fears he’d been trying to fight off this whole time.

The fact that he felt more alone here. The fact that he wasn’t where he needed to be, and that he could just go back to the citadel one day and find that it’d become Honnouji all over again. The fact that he was now even more of a useless sword than he had been before, and it--

He hears the sound of footsteps close to him and makes a noise that was meant to be surprised, but comes out as more of a hiccup. Fudou looks up, one arm covering the lower half of his face as if to make it seem like he wasn’t crying, as his eyes narrow to the one who was now standing near him.

“W-- What? You-- You got a-a problem or something? If I’m bothering you, just t-tell me to leave!”

@balscales

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Not too long ago, he’d thought to himself about how human bodies are a pain. And when he’d thought that, he’d just meant all that annoying physical stuff that comes with having to move around and fight and do all those things that you don’t really do when you’re a sword.

Now, he wants to correct himself. It wasn’t just human bodies that were a pain--it was being human that was, too.

He’d found money left for him when he’d finally figured out where his ‘apartment’ was. It wasn’t too much, and he’d wanted to divvy it up so he wouldn’t go recklessly trying to spend a lot at once until he figured out how he could get some more. The problem with that was, he’d gone to some store to just get something to eat (the apartment had some food, too, but pretty much all of it was unfamiliar to him, he wanted something more comforting right now), and he’d ended up a little bit short. And the person running the place had told him to go ‘ask his mommy or daddy for some money and come back,’ then shooed him out. 

“Hah! Treating me like I’m some kid... I’m way older than you are, yanno!” Fudou turns on his heels now, shouting back at the direction of the store even though he’s well aware he’s far enough away that he can’t be heard. His hands are clenched into fists, and for a moment he looks incredibly mad, until he exhales, and the anger slowly subsides from his features. Now, he... he doesn’t know what to do. He feels lost more than anything, and decides to take to a  small patch of grass nearby that looked close to dying, plopping down on his rear and sighing deeply.  

“...This is the worst...” The tantou grumbles to himself, wanting to say more but then noticing something nearby out of the corner of his eyes--ah, a person. Looking at him. Great. “What’re you lookin’ at...? Is this useless sword disturbing your lovely day?”

@pridefulservant

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Somehow, he hadn’t really given thought to the fact that there might be other swords here, too. 

...Not that it really mattered in the first place. It wasn’t like he actively spoke to most of them aside from when it was absolutely necessary. He’d talk to those who had been swords of Nobunaga like him, and occasionally those who drank like he did (though not exactly like he did), but there wasn’t much beyond that. So coming across one of them took him more by surprise than it should have--a surprise that settles into an awkwardness more quickly than the surprise had come about.

“Huh-- oh, you’re...” Souza’s brother, his mind fills in immediately, even though he knows the other has a name, and he’s aware of that name. “You’re... Sayo... right?” 

Ugh, he’s so bad at this, isn’t he!? Somehow it feels like he had an easier time talking to people when he was drunk, but now that he couldn’t exactly just do that whenever, he felt like even more of a mess. Fudou fidgets in place as his hands wanders to his pockets, and he chews on his lower lip in a moment’s thought--what if he’s actually an idiot and got the name wrong? Or what if this other sword doesn’t like him? He hangs around Souza, but that’s not automatically good, is it? A useless sword isn’t exactly the best ‘pal’ you’d want your brother to have, right? 

“Uh...” think of something. Say something, seriously! Anything’s fine, right?! “...Is... Souza here with you too?”

Actually, that’s not fine, is it? Doesn’t that just make it seem like ‘tell me where your brother is, he’s more important’ or something?! The useless sword strikes again! 

@kuroiyodomi

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Human bodies could be seriously a pain sometimes.

No, actually, that’s wrong--they were a pain a lot of the time. Being a blade was easier in so many ways! He couldn’t drink and then get hangovers, he couldn’t get hungry, he couldn’t get tired and feel like he was gonna die from that alone! And the fun part about this very moment that he’s spending perched on a bench is that all those things were happening at once. He can feel his stomach growling, his head pounding, and his limbs telling him to stop wandering around so much, take a break, seriously. 

“Aagh...!” Fudou groans rather loudly as he leans back against the bench, hands in his lap and head tilted up towards the sky as his eyes close. Maybe he could scrounge up something to eat, and at least get water somewhere on his grand journey to wherever he was supposed to be staying, but right now his body wanted none of that ‘journey’ part. Looks like he was just stuck here for now, then. Great--

His attention shifts from his thoughts when he feels a gaze on him, eyes opening and head lowering down to get a good look around. There wasn’t anything weird nearby, right? Or--no. just somebody looking his way. He’s getting all on edge for some kid who seems harmless enough. Geez.

“What’s the matter~? You keep lookin’ at me like that... Is this your spot? Don’t want a useless sword sitting in it?”

@sanguinetactics

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It was, quite frankly, an incredibly irritating experience to wander around and hear murmurs of things like ‘haha, what’s that kid doing here’ way more often than he should. Going off appearances alone, he pretty much did look like a kid by human standards, but he was really hundreds of years old, for god’s sake! And at this point, combining that with the headache that was starting to feel like it was pounding against his skull, he’d just about had enough.

“Heey,” Fudou stops and turns towards the small group of people that’d uttered the most recent comment towards his appearance, since they’d looked harmless enough on passing. Like a bunch of brats who were just trying to be snotty, or something. “You’re really noisy, you know~? Pickin’ on someone who only looks like a kid...”

His eyes narrow a bit, watching the lot as they seem to be mumbling about themselves while giving Fudou the occasional glance that put him on edge. They were up to something, weren’t they? Thankfully he had hitched that wooden sword to his side; his hand hovers over it instinctively as they turn their full attention back to him.

“Ah, really sorry, lil’ buddy. Hey, wanna like, hug it out or somethin’? Promise we’ll make it up to ya.”

The middle one--must be the ringleader or something--spreads his arms out with some awkward-looking smirk, and the one next to him snorts a bit after his words. That’s enough of a red flag, frankly, and he wants absolutely nothing to do with whatever they’re planning.

“Huuuh~? No thanks,” Fudou responds, turning on his heels to go off on his own way again. “Why would I do that? Don’t you people say to little kids, ‘don’t trust strangers,’ or whatev--”

His words get cut off, as do his footsteps, when he’s suddenly jerked backwards, one arm holding him in a vice grip and a familiar sort of cold metal pressed against his neck. He should’ve known it wouldn’t be as easy as walking away, dammit. Why did he think it was a good idea to say something in the first place? 

“Hey, hey, c’mon, kiddo! It’s rude to not listen to yer elders ain’t it? So as punishment, all we’re gonna ask is for your lunch money, got it? If ya just give whatever ya got to us, we won’t leave any kinda cut or anythin’ on you! We clear?”

Oh, wonderful! He’d spent what, a number of hours here? And already something like this was happening. Damn it all--okay. Well, he definitely didn’t have a single coin or anything on him, so that wasn’t going to go well. He’d dealt with bigger enemies before on the battlefield, but he’d had his real blade with him then... would a wooden one even do him any good?

Damn it. Seriously, damn it.

@nationsblade

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This place was so much bigger than it seemed.

It was so much bigger in an overwhelming sense, actually. Not only in size (how does anyone manage to get by here?!), but in the fact that it had a lot of things the tantou had literally never seen before now. Half these buildings were way too tall and foreign-looking, there were things on the streets that moved way too fast and looked kind of dangerous even, and the people. Oh, god, the people. It was giving him a huge headache (or was that just a hangover forming?), and Fudou kind of just wanted to slink away somewhere and, y’know, not deal with this.

Except, while he found the listing of his supposed ‘housing,’ he had no idea where the hell it actually was, let alone what it meant. Where even was he right now? They couldn’t even have the decency to provide maps or something?

“Tch...” He clicks his tongue, brows furrowing in both agitation and pain while his hands burrow into his pockets. “What’s an ‘i-4′ supposed to be in the first place? Do they just think it’s funny to give a useless sword a hard time...?”

@prusscinwolf

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“Agh--!!”

This is, without a doubt, one of the worst things to happen in a damn long time.

At first he’d wanted to believe that this was some incredibly messed-up prank--no, it’d probably have more likely been some drunken hallucination or dream he was having. How the hell else could he explain some weird projection of a man he’d never seen telling him things like ‘social experiment’ and ‘other participants’ and ‘we’ll be watching?’

Except, he stumbles out into the mentioned city after grabbing a wooden sword that was placed in the room (if it wasn’t meant for him, it was his now anyways), and things feel way too realistic to be a prank or his mind just screwing with him. And he’d gone maybe a block away or something when he winded up tripping over something, who knows what, and falling flat onto his face in the most ungraceful manner possible. 

“Seriously...?! Take me back~!” Fudou lets out an annoyed whine as he raises himself up from the ground, but doesn’t bother to bring himself up all the way. Rather, he just winds up flopping on his rear back onto the pavement, which earns him some odd looks from passerby, but oh well. It doesn’t bother him--well, mostly. One gaze in particular catches his attention, and his eyes narrow as he leans forward a bit with a his fist balled up against his knee to prop him up. “Heey--hic!--you! What do you think you’re staring at?! Haven’t you ever seen somebody in distress before~?”

@utauchuu

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i’ve been itching to write for this sword boy, my beloved son, so i’ll start things off here with an RP ad! i’m gonna leave this uncapped for now, but if it gets overwhelming for me i’ll have to cap it. if you’re interested, feel free to smash that like right now!

but as a note: he does drink & talk about alcohol. not constantly, but still enough to warrant a warning here. if that makes you uncomfortable, then this might not be the ad for you.