the sky is dark the wind is cold the night is young before itâs old and gray. we will know the thrill of it all --bryan freey
Heâs more than just irritated when Mitsutada pulls him away which is evident by the face he makes when Mitsutada runs his thumb across Ookurikaraâs cheek, as if he were his mother. He supposes that it should have been expected, knowing him, but it doesnât make him any less disgruntled by the fact that he ended up (forcibly) running from a fight. He seems to allow Mitsutada to fret over him even so, only speaking up when the other is finished. Perhaps as Mitsutada expected, Ookurikara makes his irritation known.
âAs if I would.â
âDonât interfere in things that donât involve you.â
Shoving Mitsutadaâs hand away, Ookurikara clicks his tongue before moving on ahead of his companion though unlike earlier, heâs not entirely convinced that Mitsutada will follow as dutifully as before. Either way, he thinks, he shouldnât care. Mitsutada will always have other people who will appreciate everything he does for them but Ookurikara will never be one of those people.
Better than anyone else, Mitsutada knows just the kind of sword that the shortened tachi is. Itâs high time he realized that trying to be close to him, trying to help him is a lost cause anyway. Ookurikara just only ever wanted to be alone, like he always was and always planned to be. He doesnât need do-gooders to get in the way of that.Â
But â he canât exactly tell Mitsutada to leave him alone either. Heâs tried to before but he always comes back and it makes him wonder just what it would take for him to truly be left alone for good.
Of course it was expected of Ookurikara to snap at him--Mitsutada expected that much--but even so, watching Ookurikara abruptly storm off before the other sword is quite heartbreaking in...some odd sense. With a sigh does Mitsutada slowly follow, keeping a small distance behind if only to allow him some room to breathe (he doesn't expect Ookurikara to be yearning for his companionship just now) as he watches so diligently for any signs of lightening up from the smaller. When he does find even the tiniest bit of relaxation out of the other, Mitsutada gradually inches closer in hopes to reconcile--apologize for upsetting him.
"Kurikara-kun..." He wonders if it's too early to keep changing Ookurikara's name around like this, but doesn't feel like such a bad thing; in the end Mitsutada thinks nothing of it as he plans to continue addressing Ookuriakra in this way.
The tachi flashes his signature, charismatic smile towards his partner, hoping to lighten up the dreary mood around them before he finishes his thought. "I'm sorry, did it feel like I was coddling you too much?" Mitsutada simply tries to laugh it off, mentioning that this is just the way he is and he means nothing but concern by it. If Ookurikara so desires, he thinks, then perhaps he'll have to learn how not to worry so much over him.Â
"Ah, but with your wild personality it's quite easy to grow gray hairs, you know?" Even that small fight he briefly got into was enough to compel the bigger to step in (even if it did cost him some feeling in his cheek, which he mindlessly rubs at the thought). "Would it be weird to tell you that you're the kind of person that I want to protect?"











