Who do you wish revenge upon?

saniwabito‌:

-She’s soon sitting down with him, reaching over to pat his head.-

Absolutely! You’ve been good? I know it.

-He is patted. He immediately bursts into flower petals and might be ready to kill the fuck out of some time-fascists now.-

Thank you, Master...!

...

Don’t tell...but...

-He shares with her some PILFERED COOKIES that probably belong to someone else but they looked delicious.-

#saniwabito

gachagrind‌:

Don’t worry, I definitely will!

[He stops for a moment and just sort of… observes. The struggles of reaching for something high up in the fridge.]

You want a little help with that?

-He can only struggle for so long.-

...

Yes, please.

One for me, and one for my friend.

saniwabito

flowersofudonge replied to your post: I feel like you kids are being sort of naughty

I’m not.

You’re the opposite of naughty, don’t worry.

.......

Really?

-He’s blushing. Doki for compliments from Master.-

#saniwabito

gachagrind‌:

I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure there is. I read something about it online once, so it’s probably true. I won’t know for sure until I see it!

How mysterious...

Please tell us if you find it. I’m intrigued.

-He’s just going to try and reach for the Hi-C in the fridge in the meantime.-

gachagrind

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Maybe… with this much power I can see the secret thirteenth hour after midnight?

....................?

There’s a secret thirteenth hour? How do you know this?

pinkukagonotori-blog

Sayo, get out of here. Find Yukimura and get back to the citadel.

I’m not leaving without you.

We have to move. Come on. Brother, please...

pinkukagonotori:

But then the other one would still be here, and still be alive, and still haunt my nightmares.

This one… I don’t know. I don’t think she even knows who we are. It would feel empty.

I have a feeling like this one might haunt your nightmares too, though...

Perhaps announce to her who you are, and declare that we are going to kill her?

pinkukagonotori:

[He takes it and just monches. He wants to die, Sayo, but not while he’s chewing bubblegum with you.]

I wonder why this happened tonight.

Would it do to substitute this Nobunaga for the other Nobunaga, and kill her?

-Just takes out a length of bubblegum and sticks it in his mouth while this goes down.-

-He offers Souza some too.-

pinkukagonotori:

[Souza gently wraps him in his arms, petting along the back of his head in soft, easy strokes.]

I know it is impossible to understand. It is complicated… and perhaps I am only so eager to talk because… I’ve hardly ever gotten the chance to spill blood. I am not accustomed to it in the ways that you are. I am not strong in the ways that you are… in that you can sate the hatred in your heart with an easy stroke of your blade…

But I do not wish to kill him while I have a chance to prove myself. Not so much to him… but to me.

I only came here to affirm to myself that I am no longer his. That I am now… Dankuri Memeko’s. The one master since the one who loved me… who has treated me as what I am.

I know this is confusing… it is… something that I have been dwelling on for some time. Too long, even, to the point where it is rather convoluted…

But please, if you could wait… that is what I want.

I want a chance to prove to you, to Yukimura-dono, to Master–and to myself… that I can overcome the fear this man has instilled within me.

...

-He waits, petted, soothed, but never satisfied. He waits only because this is for his brother and his brother asks him to wait. Otherwise, both Nobunaga and Fudou’s throats would have already been slit.-

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You only wish to speak with him...

You believe so fully in your words that...your words, themselves, might save you.

It’s true. I don’t understand.

But if this is what will make you happy, brother, then I shall wait.

Let us wait here for them to wake.

For them to sober.

And you shall speak your peace and hopefully accept peace into your heart at last.

I don’t understand, but I will accept it, regardless. Because I love you.

Let us wait.

pinkukagonotori:

Sayo.

[He reaches over to his brother, grasping him by the shoulders and pulling him close.]

It is not as simple as just killing him and satisfying my need for “revenge.” This man already died once, don’t you remember? What difference would it make, if I were to kill him now? I would only be ridding the world of a ghost that had no right coming back in the first place.

And besides…

[Souza tugs his kimono open and shows Sayo the mark, one he’s sure he’s seen over a dozen times now.]

He would still have power over me. He would still own me. Just like all the others… just like every Master I’ve had before now.

It does not matter to me, if I am talking to a brick wall. Making myself known as a weapon, as a sword, rather than just a trophy… just saying it out loud to him would be enough.

I do not want to keep these thoughts to myself. I want all of them to know. I want him to know, most of all, that I am not a trophy, I am not merely the spoils of war, I am a sword.

And killing him would rob me of that satisfaction.

-He is gently and carefully held.-

-Even so...-

-He doesn’t seem to understand. Doesn’t seem to be swayed.-

-He maybe, doesn’t understand. But he doesn’t try to give up on his view either, even as he leans against his brother’s bosom, even as he rests his cheek against that branded mark..-

No.

Revenge is blood for blood. I don’t understand anything else, brother. I don’t understand having power over you... when a bandit claimed me as his own, he didn’t brand me, and it’s because of that that my former master’s son recognized me, and slew him, and took me back as his own. It’s because I was presented not as a trophy, but as a sword...that that happened.

How will you prove yourself a weapon and not a trophy, if you do not act as a weapon? If you only speak to him, and do not prove what you can do...

If you only say what you are, instead of prove what you are...

What weight do your words carry?

......

I can wait for him to wake up, if you want that. If you want to wait for him to sober up, that is also fine. If you want to wait for your words to do the deepest damage they can, I can wait, but I don’t know when that will be.

But if you wish to kill him, there is no better time than now.

pinkukagonotori:

I did not come here to assassinate him, Sayo.

[His voice shudders as he struggles to keep it down.]

I came to overcome him. And how would I accomplish that by just… killing him in his sleep, like a coward? Do you have any idea… just how much pain this man, this monster, has caused me? Just killing him by slitting his throat while he slept…

That wouldn’t be enough.

Just knowing he was dead would be no comfort to me at all.

That would only make me all the more furious at him. Killing him–like this–it would only prove that I do not have the nerve to confront him and tell him everything that I feel, now that I can express it in words.

I wanted to prove to him, to his face, that he has no power over me. That I will not allow him to plague my dreams any longer, nor will I allow him to exert this… hold he has on me.

Killing him now…

It wouldn’t do anything but hurt Fudou. That is not why I came here.

I won’t do it, Sayo, and I don’t want you to do it, either.

Brother.

Revenge is revenge.

You cannot “overcome” what you cannot avenge.

Did you come here to kill a man? A demon? Or did you come here to face your own demons?...Your demons aren’t here, if that’s the case.

If your demons can be killed by killing him, then kill him now. Don’t hesitate just because he’s defenseless.

If avenging your other master wouldn’t help you, then...

Why did you come here?

Why did you come here if not to slit his throat? Did you only wish to speak words to the deaf? You know he wouldn’t care one way or another if you did speak to him your feelings.

He is far too obsessed with you to care about that.

So.

Kill him.

Who cares if you hurt Fudou? Kill him, too. He’s a traitor, is he not?

Who cares?

Kill him.

Kill him, nii-san,

Kill him, nii-san.

KILL HIM.

pinkukagonotori-blog

flowersofudonge replied to your post: (You open the door and your sense of smell is…

Ah…this is it, brother. The “once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” There is…no better opportunity than to kill him now, when he is only human. Will you do it?

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[His hand, shaking, hovers over the hilt of his blade. He hesitates.]

This is not how it was supposed to go.

How did you imagine it would go?

...That you would kill him in the midst of combat, when he would show his demonic side at its peak?

-He comes as close as he can to Nobunaga, close enough to slit his throat if he so chose. He observes him, and observes Fudou, sleeping like a child in his father’s protective embrace.-

Brother...

Slaying demons is the stuff of fantasies. Of myths.

You kill humans.

Swords are only ever raised against other humans. I don’t care how many legends there are of slaying oni, of slaying demons, of slaying ghosts... None of it is true. The only things that can die are mortal. Animals...and humans. And here he is.

Asleep. Drunk. Falling prey to the vices that all humans are susceptible to. At his most vulnerable...Did you think you would kill him at his most powerful? No, that is not how assassinations work. No, brother.

It is now, or never.

Kill him.

Let him never wake up.

Kill him.

Let Fudou awake to naught but blood-soaked sheets and the cold corpse of his master, and drink himself into his own death.

Kill him, brother.