Not concerned… not concerned, her parents said similar words to her. Unlike her, he had others who he considered family. She couldn’t help but to feel slightly jealous of that fact, throat constricting painfully as she slightly listened to what he was explaining.
“I understand, Yamatorige-san… I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. Forgive me for my selfishness.” was yet again her robotic response, voice and face devoid of the former emotion she once held as she made her way the her quarters now, the man following her. She felt a bit self-conscious having him so close to her, but she wasn’t going to show him any more than she already had.
She wasn’t feeling too good to train, any kind of thought of going to the garden and sparring with any of the swords was soon dismissed. All she wanted to do is go the her room, roll herself up in her futon and just… sleep, but that would mean she would have to ask Naomasa-san to take off her hakama and help her with her nightwear… she wasn’t in the mood to walk to her now, or talk to anyone in general. She reached her room’s door, and before entering she made sure to politely bow and thank him for accompanying her. Being safe in her room she gave out a loud sigh, small hands coming up to cup her face.
Instead of already being useless by forsaking her training, she decided that it would bring no harm to her if she were to practice her calligraphy. Yet again, that seemed to prove useless as she ended up just laying on her floor. Blindly staring up at the ceiling. It’s not like he could understand her, no one was.
Yamatorige indeed wasn’t a trustworthy blade, not even when he was just an object devoid of conscience. As a tsukomogami, caring for his master wasn’t part of his intentions. Yamatorige sure has a great shadow coming from all his uniqueness, his beauty and sharpness. No, not Sanchomo, not the years of being mistaken as a Kanemitsu, not even his former master’s deaths. The shadow has a name, a voice and yet another shadow:
The shadow’s name is Himezuru Ichimonji, and Himezuru’s shadow is Hoshizukiyo.
As shadows who always tailed after Yamatorige, of course they overheard parts of the newest event at the citadel. Well, Hoshizukiyo was the one who actually listened to it, Himezuru as always had his eyes closed to the present, clouded by cold wrath and warm memories of devotion. In fact, both gasped at the sight of Yamatorige storming off from the saniwa’s headquarters, but for different reasons they showed to be amazed: Himezuru gleamed in happiness to be able to see his counterpart alone, as always. Hoshizukiyo on the other hand had the widened gaze of shock. After all, Yamatorige is the composed one while Himezuru only poses as a proper lady, so to see him so out of his usual character made Hoshizukiyo’s mind gone wild.
“Himecchi!” The wakizashi pulled Himezuru by one of his long sleeves, which made the other react with a quick response: “My clothes aren’t the Shinano province, don’t try to conquer them.” but Hoshizuikyo shrugged at the other and pulled him even closer to whisper in the tachi’s left ear: “Master’s in trouble!”
“Don’t act like isn’t your problem too, Mezuru!” For the first time, Hoshizukiyo wanted to still be a tachi, so he would be tall as Himezuru and easily able to pull him by the ear. But, being small now gave him an advantage: he pouted and faked his voice to sound younger, cuter to Himezuru’s eyes, and faking shyness, asked nicely: “Himecchi~… I’m worried about master, but I’m afraid to disturb her… I’m just a little star, but you are the full moon with such elegance~! Come with me?” And Himezuru’s inflated ego made the offer impossible to be refused: “I am… Going with you, but turn your sparkly gaze to somewhere else… You silly fool.”
And while Hoshizukiyo laughed in triumph, Himezuru only hid his face behind his fan in shame.
“Saniwa-dono~!” Hoshizukiyo used a light and sing-song tone, just to make himself more prone to be trusted. “It’s the so-called not-really-a-Masamune and the Fairy-tale Princess–OW! That hurt, Himecchi!” By the silhouettes of a wakizashi caressing his own head while fixing the well-tied knot on his hair and an over-clothed tachi opening his fan, it only meant one thing: the two shadows Himezuru and Hoshizukiyo are here to see the saniwa, and Hoshizukiyo already had a sample of how much Himezuru’s fan weighs when it’s intentionally aimed to the wakizashi’s head. “The saniwa isn’t the Tiger of Kai, don’t act as you are her trusty sword, as you like to call yourself.” It was Himezuru voice, but Hoshizukiyo had a way to counter-attack: “Are you jealous, Princess? I know you love to entrust your body against mine, but you have to learn how to share~!”
The loud smack meant one thing: Hoshizukiyo felt Himezuru’s hand against his cheek. And it would probably leave a mark, but the wakizashi just laughed while the tachi muttered under his breath.
“Nee, Saniwa-dono! There’s something we can help?” Hoshizukiyo said first, Himezuru completed in a whisper: “We saw aniki around here… He seemed to be angry… Did something happened?” And to clarify Himezuru’s words, the wakizashi further completed: “He’s the kind of guy who doesn’t like attention, so we thought he might have… Huh, shoved you away? Nee, Himecchi, he would totally do it, right?” The tachi’s silhouette visibly trembled before answering: “Why are you asking me this?”
“Because he does the same to you sometimes, doesn’t he?” It was Hoshizukiyo’s final word to the tachi, but he kept talking to the saniwa: “Nee, if there’s something that I can do, tell me. If it’s something out of my reach, I can use a stool and do it anyway~!”
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