Kat-chan & Toshi

a kondo/hijikata fanfiction archive

[kondo-hijikata]

Relationship: Kondo/Hijikata Rating: T Summary: Kondo has been promoted to hatamoto status, and the Shinsengumi members are at last recognized as true samurai by the Tokugawa regime. Such impossible achievements didn’t come easy, but Hijikata isn’t worried about that at all. This story was heavily influenced by the Shinsengumi! Taiga drama. [AO3]

.*Out of Love*.

A warm breeze of triumph whispered through trees dusted in pink, their delicate petals pulled from dainty branches and sent on a downward drift to meticulously maintained castle grounds. The shoji had been open since morning, inviting the height of spring into a great room of golden tatami and elegant decoration befitting the Aizu lord—who sat proud and tall before two loyal servants bowing their heads in his grace.

“Kondo.” The Shinsengumi Commander’s chin lifted at the sound of his name, finding the genial smile that pulled at Matsudaira’s lips as he nodded. “Open it.”

“Ha.” Reaching for the pearly scroll which rested in formal presentation in front of him, Kondo carefully unfurled a message written in sweeping ornate penmanship, and the deep breath which followed was all he could manage to keep his composure.

“His Highness Tokugawa recognizes your irreplaceable devotion to his great cause, Kondo.”

Slowly, Kondo’s eyes rose from the parchment he now gripped tightly, his heart beginning to pound the ribcage enclosing it. The scroll was neatly returned to its original rolled state, and he bowed his head deeply while blinking back the emotion threatening to swallow him whole. “I humbly express my sincerest gratitude for this undeserved recognition. There is no greater honor than serving the Gokogi.”

Matsudaira’s gaze was soft and pleasant as he regarded Kondo, and behind him Hijikata, each with their foreheads remaining lowered. “You have done well.”

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The outer castle corridors were comprised of dark fragrant wood, forever polished by the frequency in which they saw cleaning. Socked feet glided fast along the smooth floors, until Kondo suddenly stopped and turned to the sprawling stretch of plant life and silver rock that extended far to high ivory walls. Following suit, Hijikata joined him in this pause, and both remained side-by-side in a fragile state of silence. The brimming excitement practically begged to be voiced, else each risked the heart detonating in his chest. Alas, the setting didn’t match, and all that could be done was attempt swallowing the visceral desires to scream joy into the heavens and flail about like they were back in Tama.

Water trickled in the distance, filling a bamboo pipe until it upended and tapped a stone with a single stark clank. Invited by this break in quietude, Hijikata pushed his chest out with a deep breath and ventured one word. “Kyokucho.”

Kondo’s gaze drifted to him, their eyes meeting and conveying more than spoken language ever could in this perfect moment of long-sought victory. He exhaled in an overly controlled manner and tipped his head. “Fukucho.”

“…We did it.”

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[kondo-hijikata]

Pairing: Toshisami Rating: E Summary: Hijikata needs to chill the hell out, so Kondo convinces him to spend a night at an inn. Predictably, there’s little rest.

I finally got around to writing a graphic Kondo/Hijikata PWP. It’s here on ao3 if anyone’s interested in reading gay samurai things.

[sabinasanfanfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Happy Birthday, @kondo-hijikata!! Enjoy some fluff for your Toshisami party!

[kondo-hijikata]

“I sleep better if you’re around.” Please for Toshisami. <3

Pairings: Established Kondo/HijikataRating: TSummary: Sometimes, he says the right things. Sometimes, he says the wrong things. Sometimes, he can’t say what’s really in his heart. Luckily, Kondo understands Hijikata all the time. Aka they kinda fight and then make up. [AO3]

.*Inarticulate*.

In seiza at the center of the room, Kondo made quick work of rifling fingers through a small packed bag while remaining keenly aware of the disapproving eyes burning into him from behind. After inventory was taken, his lashes fell in kind with the slump of his shoulders and he exhaled, a breathy prelude to trying his hand at last minute diplomacy. “…I know.”

“I didn’t say anything.” Those words may have been neutral on their own, but the tone with which they were delivered was most certainly not.

It was silly to presume the strained atmosphere looming from last night might dissolve without reason, though Kondo would sometimes allow himself an optimistic daydream or two. Alas, reality was reality; they’d shared the futons without sharing much of anything else, the Vice Commander bundled in his own covers and facing away with a reserved indignation that was anything but silent. In fact, Kondo doubted Hijikata even realized how loud his displeasure could resonate in the absence of spoken language, and if it wasn’t the source of snap-impending tension at present, it might’ve been impressive.

The much ado about nothing, the aloofness through being clearly affected, the appearance of calm on the outside at odds with the in: all of these components harmonized into a classic Toshi-is-upset tune that Kondo would need to gracefully dance his way about. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on the viewpoint), it wasn’t the first he’d heard this song over the years, and by now he liked to think he more-or-less knew the steps.

An old adage touted that one should never go to sleep upset, otherwise dawn would crack a crimson morning. And since Hijikata had put himself to bed while Kondo discussed trip plans with Sannan, a legitimate attempt to soothe his persistent ire needed to happen prior to the fast-approaching farewell. Battlefield red painted a proverbial sky; if irascibility could stew this much in just a few hours, the consequence of it continuing to do so for days was an unthinkable situation.

Thus, fingertips braced against the tatami and Kondo rose with a pivot to face his plaintiff directly. The display awaiting him matched his expectations sans failure—Hijikata standing stiff with crossed arms, his mouth not exactly pulled into a frown but the corners indeed drooping. He stood dark and brooding before the gentle glow of morning sunlit shoji, so out of place surrounded by this aura and yet so himself that Kondo could barely prevent a fond twitching of his own lips at the sight.

Apologetic glances rife with sincerity conjured an effective antidote against quarrelsome intentions, and that remedy was one Hijikata knew damn well he possessed a weakness to. It was evident especially now, with the averting of his eyes as Kondo approached. He was a stubborn one, this man, but perseverance was a trait they both possessed, for better or worse.

“Toshi…” The name fell in a pleading half-whisper, warm hands cupping lean biceps and thumbs rubbing little circles into purple fabric. “Come on, I don’t want to leave with you angry at me.”

Finely manicured brows raised with the sarcasm in the room. “Then don’t.”

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[sabinasanfanfic]

“You’re cold. Come here.” for toshisami please!!

😍 you betcha!!

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Kondō raced through the dark streets, his sandals slapping against the frost-bitten ground. Clouds of condensation billowed out from his mouth and while he was dimly aware of the goosebumps rising across his skin, there was only one thing on his mind.

“I’m late, I’m late,” he kept repeating between deep inhalations.

His meeting with Matsudaira had gone on far longer than he thought it would, making his anxiety peak to new heights. He knew Hijikata had decided to wait up for him, and he was certain that the man’s impatience would grow with each minute that ticked beyond the appointed time without Kondō in sight.

He rounded the corner, and his spirits immediately rose at the prospect of the Yagi residence being so close. He came to the entrance and stopped short when he saw a shadowy figure in the entrance way.

“Who’s-“

“Kat-chan.” The answering voice was deep and tinged with annoyance.

Kondō couldn’t help the smile that split his lips. “Toshi…I’m so sorry, I-“ His voice died when he approached Hijikata and saw his shoulders hunched and arms shoved deep into his sleeves. The lithe man’s body was trembling. “Oh…you’re cold. Come here.”

Hijikata made a noise that sounded of protest, but any words that might’ve been blurted out died when Kondō wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him to him. Hijikata’s feet tangled in each other as his body crashed into Kondō’s. There they stood in the entrance way. Kondō didn’t care if someone found them. 

“How long were you waiting out here?” he asked gently.

“Mm…dunno.”

“Toshi…why?”

Hijikata’s head tilted up so that his narrowed eyes could meet Kondō’s. “You’re late.”

“I know. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t well leave while the lord was still talking.”

“You should’ve told him he was being rude for keeping you.” The response, while resentful, wasn’t said with as much heat as he could have. Kondō knew that Hijikata, at this point was just complaining. If his rapidly relaxing body was any indication, Kondō knew Hijikata was glad to have him back.

“Let me make it up to you,” Kondō whispered, his lips brushing the shell of Hijikata’s ear.

Hijikata snorted. “You can start by coming inside with me.”

With that, the two of them walked toward their room with Kondō’s arm still wrapped tightly around Hijikata. 

[kondo-hijikata]

Have you written a story of Kondo & Hijikata and how their feelings for each other slowly developed? Cuz I'd love to read about how their relationship came to be!

Pairing: Pre-Relationship to Relationship Kondo/HijikataRating: TSummary: Hijikata had no particular interest in meeting the new Tennen Rishin Ryu heir…until he saw the size of his shoes. [AO3]

.*Before the Storm*.Chapter 1

Ishida Village - 1851

It all began with hearsay and a pair of ridiculously bigshoes left in front of the Sato Dojo.

Medicine chest strapped to his back, Hijikata stood beforethe porch scrutinizing the larger than life footwear with curiosity displayedopenly in amethyst eyes just a bit wider than usual. His brother-in-law Hikogorowore sandals of typical proportion, never particularly larger or smaller thanany other’s, and yet here they sat dwarfed.

A loud shout of “EEEEEY!”and subsequent sharp clash of shinai echoed from within the dojo, drowning outthe melody of mid-summer cicada song—had Hijikata’s chin snapping up toward theentrance in desire of catching a glimpse of the action. There was none to beseen from where he stood, however; instead, he listened with heed to the poundingsteps taken carefully against the wooden floor, the undoubtable indication ofopponents locked in a dance of wits to match their brawn.

Word had it that the new Tennen Rishin Ryu master possessedintelligence to match his fortitude, and came with some kind of interestingpast to boot. Intellect was subjective, strength was comparative. Hell, anyonecould claim to have a compelling backstory. 

But not many in a higher social class would admit to hailingfrom much humbler roots.

And it went without saying that no one could fake the sizeof these shoes.

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[shell-senji]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An old friend re-enters Hijikata’s life unexpectedly, now living in the same apartment building. Or, oh my god they were neighbors and Kat-chan asked to use his shower. Modern AU Toshisami one-shot. Loosely based on a prompt from here.

You can also read it on FFnet if you prefer. 

[sabinasanfanfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Hijikata is just trying to turn the members of the Shinsengumi into warriors deserving of their given name.

If only Kondō could understand…

Relationship: Hijikata Toshizō/Kondō Isami

If you haven’t seen the Taiga Drama, spoilers abound for episodes 31-33.

[impracticaldemon]

Pots and Kettles

a Hakuouki vignette by impracticaldemon for @kondo-hijikata

Pots & Kettles

“It’s just for the one day, Toshi.  And I know you think highly of Sōji, even if he doesn’t always… handle situations the way he should.”

“He ‘accidentally’ punched a guy in the face for calling you a samurai wannabe who didn’t know his place, and then he drew steel when the asshole wouldn’t apologize.  He’s twenty-one for crying out loud, not twelve!  We all have to put up with hearing shit like that sometimes, you know?  We’re supposed to be keeping the peace, not starting brawls with local upper-class hotheads—I swear it’s like he wants to make our lives harder. You’re too easy on him.”

“You always say that.”

“And I’m always right.”

“Toshi…”  

Kondō leaned forward, and rested a hand lightly on the other man’s knee.  It was easy to feel the tension humming through Hijikata’s lean frame. “We both know Sōji wasn’t the only one who lost his temper.  I heard about what—”

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[iba-hime]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter three, more insight on what Shiori does (and feelings??), appearances made by Ito and ToshiSami!

[kondo-hijikata]

Pairings: Established Kondo/Hijikata Rating: T Summary: Snow might melt, but promises are forever. [AO3] This is pure and utter fluff.

for @hidetheremote

.*Gone, the Precious Snow*.

Edo 1858

With his slender hand caught in the grasp of a much larger one, Hijikata’s panting breaths appeared in visible blotches as he trailed the pace of Kondo’s hurried footsteps leading him through steadily falling snow. Their trip home from Hino had started with drab scenery washed over in cool gray to match the ambiance—nature’s lifeless colors setting the perfect backdrop to overhead bare branches that painted jagged black lines across an ominous slate sky.

At some point however, these bleak surroundings began a transformation. One wayward snowflake from above turned to several, and those several to many, quickly sweeping ivory blankets over dirt paths that had shoes ill-equipped for such weather crunching and leaving trails soon to disappear. The more the accumulation, the faster their pace became, until it was no longer Hijikata walking at Kondo’s side, but barely keeping up behind as he was now.

Why the rush? Hijikata hadn’t needed to ask; he’d known all too well Kondo’s penchant for putting the comfort of those he harbored affection for above his own—which meant such haste, and the tightness of his grip, were entirely with Hijikata’s aversion to cold weather in mind.

Therefore, as everything whited out around them and the entire universe hushed to only the whisper of soft huffs escaping chapped lips, Hijikata found it all too easy for Kondo to once again become the prime focal point of his thoughts and attentions; he was a much fonder fixation than the chill, by all means, and being alone with him like this while traveling was as exciting as it was pleasing.

—even if the air was brisk and needling, uncomfortable and loathsome: all of which it certainly was. But that Kondo was there with Hijikata, that he could feel the clutch of his hand, made everything bearable.

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[hidetheremote]

Kondo Appreciation Day

He’s so incompetent.

The man’s voice echoed inside Kondo’s head, replaying over and over like a song. He sipped his green tea, pinching the bridge of his nose as he contemplated the words he overheard the other day.

He’s unfit to lead.

Kondo took another sip, his heart dropping down to his stomach. The bitterness was strong in this brew, he thought. He took a deep sigh, exhaling slowly, trying to ease his mind.

There was a loud knock on his door, breaking his concentration of watching tea leaves swim in his cup. “Come in,” he said, not lifting his head at all as he sat in his spot.

The door slid open hurriedly. “Sir, some rogue samurais have been spotted in the city,” Heisuke panted, still catching his breaths like he had just sprinted from across town. “Harada and Saito are awaiting instructions, sir.”

Kondo looked up, his demeanor changed instantly as he straightened his back while puffing out his chest. “Gather more men to patrol the streets. Keep your eyes open and watch out for suspicious activity, particularly near the red light district. Be sure to let Sano and Hajime know to keep their distance but don’t let their guard down.”

Heisuke nodded, then left the Commander in his room.

He only cares about his title.

Kondo continued to sit in his room, slumping as more words entered into his restless mind. Deep down he knew they were meaningless, more trash than truth. But it bothered him and it made him more angry that a common villager could cut him more than any blade he’d ever encounter.

Hijikata-san should be the Commander.

Kondo slammed his empty cup, cracking the bottom. He winced at the small cut on his finger, licking the droplet of blood immediately. Another knock came at his door, but before he could answer, Hijikata was already letting himself in without permission.

“Sorry for the intrusion, Kat-chan, but I need you to look at these letters that were sent by some officials,” Hijikata said softly. He sat next to Kondo, his jaw tight, his eyebrows furrowed with so much concern. “I’m not sure what to make of this.”

Kondo turned to his Vice Commander, and as soon as they connected their gaze, both their facial muscles relaxed with relief. Although Hijikata remained expressionless, still waiting for him to reply, all Kondo could think of at the moment was smile brightly at him.

He doesn’t deserve our respect.

The voice faded like a passing breeze, and Kondo felt his heart beating again. A flash of humble farmers in an open field entered his thoughts, and he felt like himself again.

Hijikata cleared his throat, breaking the nostalgia just now. “Sir, I need your input.”

Kondo straightened his back, puffing out his chest as he extended his hand out to Hijikata. “All right, Toshi. Let me take a look.”

The Shinsengumi Headquarters continued on that Tuesday, just like any other day of the week.

[iba-hime]

Fictober Day 6: Leaves-ToshiSami

Hijikata hid his slight smile by taking a sip of his tea as he watched Kondō gather leaves in a large pile with Chizuru. Once they had gathered enough leaves, Kondō jumped in them and motioned for Chizuru to join him and laughed as they played in the leaves. Hijikata chuckled to himself as he dipped his brush and ink as he continued looking at Kat-chan with affection. His heart warmed when his violet eyes locked with his and he waved at him, and Hijikata smiled back at him.

[hidetheremote]

Fictober/Kinktober 5-Sentence Challenge: Day 4, Moon

Fandom: Hakuouki, Toshisami pairing

The man in the moon, cheeky bastard.

Hijikata finally gets it—his hands gripping tight on the edge of his futon, as he bites his bottom lip to keep himself from howling.

Kondo is on his knees, his face shoved in between the crack, as he grips the most supple parts of Hijikata’s ass. He lets his tongue hang out of his mouth for moment, waiting for the saliva to collect before inserting it back inside his dear Vice Commander.

Like on reflex, Hijikata clenches his ass cheeks and arches his back as his body reacts to Kondo’s lapping.

[sabinasanfanfic]

Happy belated Birthday, @flower-dragon! I hope you enjoyed your day! ❤️

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Sannan, Kondō, and Hijikata sat in the small room dimly lit by a lone lantern. The flickering candle cast long shadows across the room, and Sannan noted that facial features appeared much sharper. It lent an additional air of seriousness to the conversation they were having.

While not directly ordered, the three men had been tasked with ridding themselves of someone from their ranks. Someone who was a constant source of strife and embarrassment to not only them, but the Aizu as well. Sannan could read the discomfort in Kondō’s features and body, and understood what he was struggling with. In stark contrast was Hijikata, who appeared prepared to do anything—as he always did.

“I tried talking to him…” Kondō murmured.

“He’s not a reasonable man,” Hijikata sniped.

Sannan nodded. “It’s becoming clear that he’s forcing our hand. He knows this…he’s testing our resolve.”

An ‘I know’ hung in the air—unspoken—but present all the same. Sannan wasn’t particularly pleased with this turn of events, but he knew that the only action they could take was to kill Serizawa.

And he needed to convince Kondō that this was the right choice. He opened his mouth to speak, but Kondō beat him to words.

“This is my fault. I should be the one to rectify this.”

“What? Attempting to treat him with respect?” Hijikata’s tone was sharp but somewhat softened by his obvious regard for their Commander.

“Trying to give him a purpose.”

“He didn’t want that. All he cared about was earning himself a name…to prove that he is like them in the worst ways. It’s not your fault for wanting to believe that there was more to him than that.”

A heavy silence pressed down upon them. Kondō wasn’t saying so, but Sannan suspected that he was agreeing with their course of action. Now all it came down to was how.

“I think it would be in our best interest to lure him away from headquarters and ply him with sake. Make him…” Sannan began.

“Vulnerable. Agreed.”

Kondō’s eyes widened. “Is that…”

“It’s necessary. Serizawa is a strong warrior…and if we want to limit the potential for injury to any of us, he needs to be drunk.”

Kondō’s eyes closed, and he sighed. Sannan knew that all of this was very difficult for Kondō to agree to. A man who conducted himself as honorably as he could…Sannan was proud to be a superior officer to such a man. He adjusted his glasses until they sat further up the bridge of his nose.

“Let Hijikata-kun and I work through the details. You’ll just need to be present for the outing.”

“No need to get your hands dirty.” Hijikata said with a firm nod.

“My hands are already dirty…as your Commander. The responsibility falls to-“

“Me.” Hijikata’s eyes were sharp; challenging.

It was fascinating to Sannan to watch their dynamic—Commander and Vice Commander. Lovers.

“Toshi…”

“I’ll do it, and I’ll take full responsibility. I won’t let you-“

Those words were too much for Kondō. He abruptly stood and glared at Hijikata before stalking out of the room. Hijikata’s gaze remained glued to the floor, his body tense. Sannan sighed.

“I understand what you’re doing.”

Hijikata hazarded a glance toward Sannan through his slightly lowered lashes. “He doesn’t…but he will.”

The corner of Sannan’s mouth tipped up into a smile. “No…I don’t think you’re giving him enough credit. He knows…and it upsets him to think that you’re destroying yourself for him.”

Hijikata’s head snapped up, and Sannan was met with the full force of his glare.

“Shut up.”

[kondo-hijikata]

Pairings: Established Kondo/Hijikata Rating: T Summary: There’s a husband on the right and a favored son to the left. They’re fighting over who Kondo loves more, when the truth is…Kondo really just loves them both so much. What’s a man to do? Politics, apparently.

The prompt was pillow fight, which turned into a crack-ish flash fic. [AO3]

.*An Exercise in Politics*.

“You’re here again?!” Hijikata demanded from just outside the doorway, with Kondo peering over his shoulder from behind.

Stretched out over the tatami, Okita squinted up from where he’d been so pleasantly relaxing and his lips curved upward. “Hnn~? Nice to see you too, Hijikata-san.”

“Cht.” With a toss of his head to the side, Hijikata’s long hair was sent sailing out with a swish as he stormed over the threshold. “You can’t just show up in Kondo-san’s room whenever you want. Get out.”

And from the entrance, a softer voice. “N…ne…Toshi.”

“Can’t I?” Okita asked with a toothy grin. ”It’s comfortable and quiet here, and Kondo-san said I’m always welcome.” His shoulders rolled upward and he closed one eye, the smirk widening. “Besides. It seems you do an awful lot of walking in uninvited yourself, ne, Hijikata-san? You can’t say anything.“

"S—Souji…” Kondo’s protest went once again entirely ignored.

As much as Hijikata was loath to admit it, Okita had a point. These quarters did, indeed, officially belong to Kondo; however, Hijikata spent enough time here to feel as though he had some stake in the ownership as well…if being fucked into oblivion qualified as spending quality time, anyway. Whatever the case, he wouldn’t allow Okita to one-up him and so the stakes needed to be raised. Fortunately, Hijikata knew damn well how to do just that in the bat of an eyelash.

“That right?” He huffed. “Well, maybe if Kondo-san liked you enough to make you vice commander, then you’d have the same liberty. But he didn’t and you don’t. So get the hell out.”

Success.

The smirk fell from Okita’s face in an instant, and that mischievous gleam in his eye disappeared without so much as a single blink. The muscles in his arms flexed as he slowly, tensely, pushed himself into a sitting position. "Excuse me…Hijikata-san…” His words were spoken slowly, and with purpose. “I believe I misheard you—” There was a dangerous tremble in his voice as his digits curled inward. “—claiming Kondo-san likes you more than me.”

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Pairings: Established Kondo/Hijikata Rating: M Summary: It’s simple. Peddle medicine and find purpose. But after Hijikata is caught in a downpour that leads him right into Kondo’s arms, he realizes things are a little more complicated than he’d like to believe. [AO3]

for @sabinasanfanfic and @hakuyamazakisensei

.*After the Rain*. Chapter 1

No one ever felt cold when the peak of summer settled over Tama, steeping the countryside in thick humidity and insufferable swelter. Why, the mere thought of catching chills at this time sounded absurd to even someone like Hijikata, who’d always been intolerant and predisposed to a good shiver every now and then.

But that was before this strange time of year came about once more to remind him of the capriciousness and unpredictability weather could have—when everything was bathed in sunlight one moment and soused by torrential downpour the next, all with very little precursor.

It was either a marvel or a curse, and the answer relied entirely on whether there was a roof above one’s head or not when nature decided to flip the switch. A traveling medicine peddler oft had no such luxury of shelter on the move, especially while making his way down a road that cut straight through rice fields. So when the first strike of thunder split the heavens, rattled the earth, and surfed the nerves of his spine, Hijikata raised his chin to a fast darkening sky. A colorful word left his tongue and it wasn’t long thereafter until he found himself sprinting through sheets of rain soaking him to the bone.

Today simply hadn’t been his day. He’d spent the morning irritated over losing his hat somewhere, but that worry paled in comparison to drenched clothing and ruined wares (surely, the case strapped to his back couldn’t resist that much water). Despite all this misfortune, there’d been at least one thing going in Hijikata’s favor at a time when everything else insisted on the opposite, and that was location.

Sopping wet sandals pounded footprints into moist dirt and with a stumble, carried him through the outer entrance of one very particular dojo he enjoyed frequenting very much. And lo and behold…there on the porch, his favorite person even! Standing with large hands docked at his waist, Kondo watched with tranquility as the rain poured relentless and hard.

However, his ever-enduring composure vanished the instant his eyes found Hijikata; they widened along with his mouth, the dramatic arrival shattering what had once been an atmosphere of placidity. And from there, everything turned into a blur: of shouting and commotion…of animated questions and barked orders and snark from a ten year-old and helping hands and…

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