demonic

ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ɪ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ɪs ᴘᴀᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ <ɢ ᴏ ʟ ᴅ>, ᴛᴏ ɢʟᴏʀɪғʏ ᴍʏ <ᴘʟᴀᴛɪɴᴜᴍ sᴏᴜʟ>. ♚ | Chikage Kazama | | Hakuouki |

[truthincliche]

Kazama might have been a pain, but he was my pain, and I was all the better for it.

[doujigiri]

"How did you know... did you always know that it was me?"

Her question is an innocent one, perhaps understandable. Her memories didn’t exist after all, or at best were hazy from that time — before everything. When she wasn’t among those who had died, at least not among those they could recognise in the charred remains of their village, he’d held out hope. 

“As if I would forget.” He mutters quietly, “not your name nor your face.” Years had put a space between them, missing memories causing a rift — a void —  that may never truly fill, but he alone had never forgotten the time they’d spent together as children. “However it wasn’t until I heard your name, spoken among the Shinsengumi, that I could piece together that it was truly you — even then I had to see it with my own two eyes. You’d changed, if only a little, and didn’t even know you were a demon. And, nor did you remember me.” 

He turns to face her, “though you have always liked to make things difficult. No less headstrong as you were before.” And it was a trait he continued to like seeing. Though it had caused problems initially, it wouldn’t be the same if she were not fierce and stubborn — certainly she is the only person who can have a small measure of power over him.

[doujigiri]

"Have I kept you waiting long, Chikage-san?"

When he hears her voice, he turns to meet her gaze. She is dressed up nicely for meeting him, and it pleases him to see. He expects that is why she took so long, disregarding the fact he was ludicrously early (he had little else to do to pass the time beforehand). He smiles, to show his appreciation and contentment, and then replies. 

“An eternity.” He jests, of course. “But it was worth the wait.” And that is no glorified lie; she has been worth waiting for all this time, now, and in the years that have passed. He unfolds his arms and extends a hand so that she may take it. In truth, he has little in mind in regards to plans for the day - none can predict what a day will bring on its own, and it was mere coincidence and turn of circumstance that allowed them to meet in the past. Leaving things to chance isn’t always the worst of ideas. 

For now, though, he is content to walk with her wherever she may please - wherever they both may please. Because time with his bride will always be pleasant, even when she meets his gaze with distaste over things he says or does; the fact he is the one who gets to see her expressions this closely in all their variants, and the fact that she is alive and with him is more than enough for him to accept moments of dissatisfaction in favour of the good that will be in their future.

[doujigiri]

“How does one get red eyes? Are you wearing contacts?” || Yep. ‘Cause contacts are the only explanation huehue ~

“… Contacts? My eyes have been this colour since I was born. Not that I see why that information should matter to you.”

[doujigiri]

shinsenoni:

fingers resided at the hilt of her blade — steel already drawn before he had spoken. for she was not fool enough to assume one would not strike her while she found herself distracted with this oddity of man. 

❝ reckless ? no … upon you I shall not draw my blade. ❞

so long as she assumed him un-involved that was. however, instinct drew attention to the male. as a hound drawn to the scent. && yet despite her words, she gestures her sword in his direction. far enough not to strike him down.

❝ but should you continue to idly stand by, I cannot guarantee your life. by my blade or otherwise. ❞

harsh were her words, but hijikata knew not kindness nor mercy without lecture.

He has to wonder if a human will stay true to their word; the conviction within her eyes says she is not lying however, and he chooses to have at least a little faith in those who speak in earnest. Neither of their guards fall, of course. A wise course of action on her part, for he may not be a threat for the moment but the same does not apply for those around them. As for himself, it’s merely a distinct lack of trust - though his being and skill mean he does not need his weapon drawn to be on the defensive. 

“I am glad we have a mutual understanding, then. I do not plan to engage in battle; be it with you or anyone else, it doesn’t interest me.” It’s not as though he has orders to engage anyone or anything in particular for the moment, so why not do as he pleases and observe the ample entertainment that just might come from watching humans throw their lives away uselessly. Or, well, he’d like to call it entertainment - but he finds it both a shame and a waste that humans are so foolish to cast aside their short and mortal lives. “I assure you, little lady, I can quite easily take care of myself. Shouldn’t you be watching your own back?”

[doujigiri]

@saigonotsuru  a little thing for valentine’s day because kazachi is the otp of otps

His eyes scanned carefully over the arrays of items - accessories, in particular. They varied on a large scales between rings, bracelets, necklaces, and hair pieces. It’s not only limited to that, but those are what his crimson eyes flicked between. He’s never had particular difficulty choosing items, because he usually would base his decisions on the quality or make. This time, however, he had to have Chizuru’s preferences in mind. He knows that Valentine’s Day is around the corner - and though he’s aware that traditionally it is the female who offers a gift this day (and he, in return, on white day) it’s not often he gets chances like this. 

Chizuru is a woman often content to window shop, and declines most times he would offer to buy something for her. She knows her place, but she doesn’t take advantage of his willingness - which is a pride he understands, but it disappoints him when he cannot spoil her with anything materialistic (though of course he spoils her in many other ways in place of it). He lets out a small sigh, and the lady at the stall looks at him with a knowing smile. She’s already asked once if she can help - and Chikage has declined the offer. As much as the help would likely be useful, he feels he should choose something for Chizuru of his own accord. Something he would like to see on her, but something that she would also like to wear. 

He thinks about how it was he met her - how she was always dressed in an appalling level of disguise as a man, how she was thrust into the middle of a war merely because of her father’s choices. Or at least, because she had simply tried to seek him out. He doesn’t fault her for that - if she hadn’t, he likely wouldn’t have known she existed. That she was alive and well. He looks over the accessories again, and this time he rules out rings. He thinks, if there should be a time she wears a ring, he wants it to be at that time. At least, when it comes to a ring from him in particular anyway. So, with a little more deliberating, he makes his decision. He feels he made an appropriate choice with the simple but elegant hairpiece, and cannot wait for the chance to give it to her in a few days time. 

It’s actually the waiting that might prove difficult. Calm and composed as he looks, he can be impatient.

One would never have expected impatience, looking at him over the following few days. He himself had been surprised, and somewhat irked by the sentimentality, that he was looking forward to this day so much. Not only that, but the fact he had also put in thought toward the timing and approach of how to give his gift. Not that he was ever one to beat around the bush about it - but he had to make certain that he got in there first, because he wouldn’t put it past Chizuru to be well aware of the day, too. He took care not to mention it, however, until he was ready. 

He comes to a stop on their walk; in a quiet place, where not many people bother to wander. It was a little further than usual, but Chikage had insisted on the adventure. It wasn’t as though Chizuru had been able to explore much at her own leisure before deciding to be by his side - so he thought it might be fun. For her, mostly - for himself, he figured he would be content if it lit up her face with a smile. It’s almost strange how much he’s come to like it, cherish it, and want to see it. 

“Chizuru,” he calls out to her as she continues forward - her eyes and mind focused on their surroundings. He had been walking with his arms folded, hands tucked within the sleeves of his traditional clothing, and he unfurls them now in order to reveal a neatly boxed present. Well, actually, he had a little assistance on the wrapping, but the ribbon he had tied himself. Which is probably why it looked rather atrocious in comparison to the vibrant red paper. “Here, hold out your hands.” He holds it out and places it within hers. He might be a little embarrassed, but it’s not unnatural and he doesn’t look away. 

Instead, he smiles triumphantly - confidently. “You will definitely like it.”

[doujigiri]

paradiseburnt:

NONETHELESS, DID THEY NOT SEEM IMMORTAL to those who tried to challenge them? The faster their wounds healed, the more humans labeled something as ‘demon’ or ‘monster’. That thought alone made Yuna chuckle. “Sorry, sorry, you may say you are not immortal, however in the eyes of others, you most certainly seem so. The fact your wounds do heal    the faster they heal, the more people fear those about whom they knew nothing of.” Same principle applied to her as well. While she may not be immortal, that ridiculous healing ability was what made some people call her names ( things she no longer cared for now ), but she could still die. Death was something which would eventually reach her too with the right means. Things which only her fellow metahumans knew about. 

“Should you tell me about your ‘weakness’? Is that not something you should keep to yourself?” While he was not a target for her, Yuna was still curious why would he even consider telling that to her. No matter what, it was still something which concerned him. “Funny thing same thing happens here as well. I am not immortal, but to some I sure appear as such since they have no idea how to kill me or people like me. They would just need a…certain weapon made from certain things.” She did not go into deeper details about that process. It was not exactly something to be proud of if it meant making a weapon to kill her kind. Forever. 

Chikage does understand the notion - to a mortal human, immortal must seem like the only way to describe someone who could heal so quickly from almost any injury. However reality was quite different, and Chikage isn’t too fond of the mistake. It may make him sound powerful, but it doesn’t compliment his skill to avoid such deaths if humans merely assume he cheats it. 

“A weakness, is that what you think?” he laughs most distinctly, and places a hand at his waist. “Don’t you think it’s more of a challenge? But wouldn’t it also make most humans movements predictable? Where else would they target, if they know anywhere else heals quickly?” Humans fixate so much on weaknesses in their opponent they forget to protect their own. Of course, it’s not as though he does tell this information to everyone he meets - some come to it of their own conclusion, some instead fear that complete immortality and give up instead of wasting his time.

It was interesting to hear at least a portion of her weakness. In a way, in a real battle, she would pose the most difficulty for him. He may carry with him the Doujigiri Yasutsuna but a demon-slaying weapon doesn’t sound as though it would carry the correct traits. He would have no hope of completely destroying her, but he suspects he could still do some damage at the very least. It would be an interesting, entertaining, and fulfilling battle - but one he would certainly rather avoid just obtaining that information alone.

[doujigiri]

tsuki-no-kisetsu:

Tsukiko giggled a little at his ‘oi, you’ reply and lifted her sleeve to hide her face. It was a habit of hers that pops its ugly head whenever she gets nervous or flustered. At the moment, she was the latter. Being in the presence of her clan’s next leader had certain effects on her and it didn’t help that he was very handsome. No doubt he will make the ladies swoon when he’s older.

“Ah, yes. I suppose so..” She smiled, walking up to their fathers before tugging on her respective sire’s arm. “Papa, may I take Chikage-sama to the courtyard so we can talk more?”

When Tsukiko gathers their attention, Chikage’s father nods at him - with a recognisable look in his eye that says ‘don’t cause trouble’, but Chikage opts to ignore that. It’s not as though he causes trouble all that often, anyway. He just likes some things done his way. 

Rather than wait around any longer, he turns on his heels, folding his arms within his sleeves and heads for the exit without turning back. If she’s gonna come along, she’d best hurry. Of course with her being duty-bound, he doesn’t think she’ll opt not to, so he makes his way - as she had requested - to the courtyard. 

He’s not entirely sure what more talking there is to do, but if she wants a discussion, she can have one. If it entertains him, then he has no complaints for now. 

[doujigiri]

THROWS A SNOWBALL AT CHIKAGE.

[ last surprise plays in the bg ]

[doujigiri]

Gives Chikage sweets.

With the sweets handed to him without explanation, he’s understandably confused. Of course he doesn’t suspect anything malicious - wouldn’t accuse her of poisoning them or something so underhanded, considering her personality - but it certainly is odd.

“What’s this, a bribe?” he asks, slight smirk signifying the jest to his question. It’s not as though he has any particular preference to certain foods, but nor is there anything he detests - so the sweets are appreciated regardless. “I hope you don’t expect anything in return, I’m aware it’s almost valentine’s day, but my sights are set only on my bride.”

[doujigiri]

paradiseburnt:

NOT STARTING A WAR WAS SOMETHING which perhaps might have avoided such tragedies, however that the result of failing to reach a compromise. “In order to achieve something, they resort to war if all the diplomatic resources have been exhausted.” She knew that scenario well enough. There were people who refused any compromise in order to gain more from war. Ammunition, money, blood and yet, they were annihilated themselves at the end. She did not make any mention about how she too assisted to such ‘failures’ and how many died by her hand. In the end, they sought death themselves by believing they could trick her, that they could take advantage of any of the metahumans they hired. The ones they dealt with were killers, thus believing her or the others would not pull the trigger before it was too late had been a mistake.

“Hoping so.” It was a small lie, however it did not affect Chikage. Whatever happened or whoever came for her would deal with Yuna herself. Anybody stupid enough to underestimate him would be mistaken. Even if regeneration was an advantage, they could still be severely incapacitated if not careful enough. “I would do it again, anytime.” Even if she did not look for a fight now, it was the truth. She had nothing to hide in that regards as he was indeed somebody strong and not just a person who would die the moment he stepped into battle. “You would survive anyway if we were to fight.” 

Rather than continue to think on the situation of the land - he thinks enough of that on a regular basis, considering his circumstance among it all - he focuses on their continued conversation. It has been some time, but nothing really changes. That she has returned is interesting, but not a curiosity enough to pry - he’s merely content someone reasonable has shown up again. Her attitude is refreshing; she doesn’t fear him, nor does she wish to fight with him, and it’s not as though she seeks his aid as most of the greedy humans do. Conversation can be held at their leisure, and he sees little reason to be on guard.

“Of course, if there’s no intent to kill.” he answers, “demons may well be able to heal quickly, but we’re not immortal. Sever our heads from our bodies or pierce our hearts with a bullet or blade and we will still die.” It’s a weakness of any man’s, but it’s one a demon is always aware of - their defenses prevent such a thing happening to them, where they can allow other body parts to face injury instead. “I’ll look forward to it.” 

[doujigiri]

tsuki-no-kisetsu:                                                         *

        “Ah, yes. I am indeed called Tsukiko, and it is a pleasure to finally meet you, my lord. I’m surprised you took the time to remember my name, though.. My own mother often forgets it.”

More than a little nervous, Tsukiko’s eyes never left the boy in front of her. Now that she’s his attendant, she must become familiar with him. She must know if he’s in pain, hungry, scared (although she doubts he would ever show it) and cater to his needs accordingly. However, his voice jolted her out of her thoughts and with a gasp, realized that he had spoken to her.

      “E-Excuse me?”

She started, desperately trying to remember what he asked. It took the girl longer than usual to mentally go through what little conversation they had before now, and when she did find his inquiry, her cheeks heated up once again.

      “Oh! If you wish for me to accompany you somewhere, I am more than happy to come along!”

At this, Tsukiko’s mood immediately brightened and she couldn’t help but squeal in her mind. She had yet to notice that was not what he had meant.

Chikage shrugs his shoulders a little. Learning the names of people was never something difficult - barely even required learning at all - he was simply capable of putting faces to names easily. “Better than saying ‘oi, you’ at every opportunity.” A lot of people would probably respond to that all at once, and that only becomes even more of a hassle than remembering and using a name. 

The silence he receives in response to his question made him wonder if she was pondering something. Trying to come up with an answer that wouldn’t displease him, maybe? Reality was a little more stupid however, and he’s soon able to realise she was just spaced out. A good start for someone who’s supposed to be attentive. But the lack of as much formality, and less proper act, than the servants who have dealt with him thus far is actually rather refreshing. 

“I was asking if you were just gonna follow me around regardless...” he sighs rather than continuing his sentence, “but, you might as well. I suppose you need to get used to the places I go.” He’s not so insolent that he’d rather run away and hide from attendants - servants have never bothered him, so he doesn’t think she’ll pose that much of a problem. Even if his privacy and time alone is somewhat invaded by another presence. 

He just thinks there’s probably something more interesting and useful that she could do over trailing after him every day. 

[nichkhun-nsc]

im a shitty rp partner tho

sometimes i reply 19 seconds after youve replied

sometimes i reply 147 years later

[finrod-finwion-deactivated20251]

“Yukimura Chizuru isn’t useless or weak,” I say into the mic.

The crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks & commands silence from the room.

“She’s right.” they say. I look for the owner of the voice. There taking up the whole 5th row: the Shinsengumi captains.

[doujigiri]

tsuki-no-kisetsu:

@doujigiri

Tsukiko, dressed in all the finest garments her parents could afford, trailed after her father as he walked down the hallways towards the main family’s quarters. Today is the long awaited day that the Kazama Clan’s heir receives a member from the branch family as his attendant. As the only child in her clan trained to serve that heir, Tsukiko had appointed by Chitose Kazama himself to become his son’s faithful servant. Reaching the room at last, Genjiro turned to his daughter and gave her an affectionate pat on the head before knocking on the door. Within a second their presence was announced and Tsukiko was suddenly thrust into the room to stand only a couple feet away from her clan leader and his son.

       “G-Greetings, Lord Kazama..”

She said, cursing herself for stammering in front of her family’s head. So much for training.. Nevertheless, when her blue-gray eyes fell on the boy that she was chosen to protect, a blush spread across her cheeks and she quickly lowered her head to both hide her face and show respect.

       “I look forward to serving you, Chikage-sama.”

Chikage was impatient, standing beside his father - not that he displayed his displeasure in any way in the presence of the current clan head. He didn’t believe he needed an attendant; surely they’d just get in his way and be a bother, and stop him from doing things he wanted. It wasn’t as though Chikage was a miscreant, or did things he wasn’t supposed to, but still felt like a stifling lack of freedom was about to be shackled to him. Chikage carried himself as an heir should, though his arrogance often shone through he was not incapable of both platitude and gratitude, and showing respect where it was due. 

Nevertheless, he didn’t quite expect a woman to be thrust in front of him. Well, he supposed for the role it made some level of sense - it wasn’t as though an attendant played an advisory role like those who worked beside his father do. Chikage-sama? He didn’t recall her role giving her a quick ticket to first name basis, but he does suppose with an entire clan called Kazama it makes sense that it’s the clan leader himself that is the one most frequently called solely by the name. 

“Tsukiko, right? Yeah. Nice to meet you.” he answers, relatively politely, in kind. And then folds his arms. He spares a glance towards his father, wondering how much longer, now that they’ve met, he’ll have to stand and wait here. But, of course he’s already engaging himself in conversation with her father. Openly friendly but highly respected, it’s quite incredible. Chikage doesn’t feel like he’s much like his father in anything despite appearances - nevertheless, he looks back to the girl and shrugs. “So, what are you gonna do? Follow me around?” he doesn’t get the point of having an attendant, still. 

[doujigiri]

shinsenoni:

@doujigiri

❝I do not believe in demons.❞

she speaks with conviction. there are no lies hidden within her words. no secrets to hide beneath the sharpness of her gaze. it is clear she is growing tired of such a foolish game. speaking of fantasy as if it would come to life && strike her with a blade. she had no interest in it all. the men may call her what they will, but how she wished they would leave the general public out of such nonsensical babble such as this. now even strangers mocked her upon the streets with which they patrol! 

❝do not think to waste my TIME.❞

she attempts to bypass the other, the man of foreign hair && questionable tastes. her blade is still drawn— fresh crimson slithering down it’s surface at a sickening pace. soaking the earth in the life of another MORTAL man. the tea house had quickly turned into a battlefront for the infamous vice-commander. && just as swiftly–she was confident–it would end.

❝if you hold value in your life, I suggest you LEAVE this place.❞

Chikage has not yet bothered to make a move - those who choose to battle do so of their own volition. He doesn’t particularly want to step into this one fight, but that doesn’t mean he will flee. A debt is a debt, and he is here to pay it as per the code he lives by. He waits, instead, to see who dares make it so far as to challenge him. What he hears however, is rather amusing. Doesn’t believe in demons? He has lost count of the number of times people make such a comment - they have always been a hidden existence. Especially since humans are greedy filth and would try to use them by any means necessary. Why would they want their peaceful lives shattered by monsters? 

Well, he supposes to those who actually experience the power of a demon, they are the monsters - but the dignity their hold far outclasses any human’s. In his eyes, at least. 

“Leave? I was here first, and I have no intention of leaving simply because others wish to fight. What humans do is of no concern to me.” Besides, should he be struck, it wouldn’t take long to heal - if anyone could actually land any particular strike upon him. A good couple hundred years hones one’s skill quite well after all. “Or what, will you harm another who has not even drawn his weapon? Will you prove yourself reckless trash, just like the rest of those humans?”

[doujigiri]

paradiseburnt:

“THEN HOW ABOUT GRIEF?” That too could be the cause of somebody starting a war, a revolution, only to hide the pain their heart was in. Her actions too had been a proof of it and yet, she did not feel guilt about it. “There are people who fight because of losing a lost one or perhaps to protect them. Although…” Those cases were not as frequent, not when humans always sought to gain more and more no matter the costs. Yuna grew tired of witnessing such a scenario, of hearing cries of sorrow because of the death announcement of a loved one. “Humans are stupid and never think of the consequences of their actions. I am tired of seeing them fight. Of stealing from each other and in the end they still.. seek more. It stains the imagine of those good ones left.” 

She did not suppress her chuckle the moment he asked her about the reason of being there. It had been a whim, a place she chose randomly out of so many and yet.. perhaps because it was the one where no one ( him aside in that case ) knew her. “Hm.. you can say I escaped from my prison and just chose to go to a place where no one knows me.” In spite of her friendly and joking tone, Yuna did tell him the truth, although not the entire story. After all, it was none of his business and it was up to him whether he believed her or chose to dismiss her words as a mere way to cover her real reasoning of being there. “I never thought I would meet you again though. Not this soon, nor I imagined you would.. remember me.” It would have been considerably better, perhaps.

Grief... He supposes it can be a root cause. But does grief not give way to rage or desire for revenge? A human... no, any being may hurt, but few take action unless their feelings become strong and adverse. But, those who protect another... On some level, he’d forgotten. a battle fought to protect is something fought on a small scale, and nothing like those wars of power and greed that surface and engulf everything within its range. Chikage’s arms fold, and he lets out the barest huff of a laugh, “that is at least something we agree on.” he states, “humans are foolish and barbaric in their endeavors. Their lives are short enough, why waste them on such ridiculous battles?”

“Looks like you lucked out on being incognito.” he shrugs, but he couldn’t care less for the reasons behind ‘escaping her prison’. It wasn’t of any consequence to him, so long as she didn’t stir up trouble. And, considering her irritation with a humanity that chooses to do so for no good reason, he doesn’t think she will bother to cause a ruckus. If she does, he’ll have something to say about it then, but only then. The rest she can divulge or not as she pleases. “It’s difficult not to remember someone like you. There aren’t many who would think to challenge me, let alone do it.”