Dreams in the Shade of Indigo

Independent Hakuouki RP for Saitou Hajime Single-ship. Multi-fandom friendly. OC-friendly.

[swordsman-saitou]

okitasojisatsuninken replied to your post:-drops him with a love letter meant to chizuru...

/HAHAH, oh my god, it finally comes, xD

// it comes and i misinterpreted it! hahaha. I'm so sorry Li. xD

[swordsman-saitou]

She looked around her before proceeding to place the small box in the student's locker. She is a few days late so she hoped he would forgive her, but something happened during Valentine's which prevented her from finishing all the chocolates she was meant to distribute. A small card went with the box where she wrote a simple but heartfelt message: "Happy Valentine's Day, Saitou-san."

Saitou was on his way to depositing books in his locker when he found something unexpected in there. It was unexpected for two reasons: first, it was a few days past Valentine's, and second, it was from Chizuru. The formerly all-boys school was internally not that busy when the occasion hit, simply because of the lack of the other gender until this year, but it would be nice receiving something. Blue eyes scanned the card, fingers tracing over the lines of the written message as he smiled to himself. Thank you, Chizuru. 

[rraaaarrl]

[firstdivisioncaptain-deactivate]

"I’m going to take that as a no. So rude, ‘ajime-kun." Ha. That rhymed…sort of. But, to him, Saitou had been very impolite after he had invited him. It didn’t matter though, he supposed; it simply meant more sake to him. It wasn’t often that he got drunk—or even tipsy for that matter— so he intended to enjoy himself. The bottle sloppily tipped to pour into the saucer, he was smirking with that pinken face of his.

 So, as an answer, he was quite drunk.  

"It’s not too late to get a cup, you know, deshuu~?" 

[swordsman-saitou]

"That is a no." It was not too late to get drunk, alright. That was if Saitou was even going to be able to catch up with how drunk Souji already seemed. Having a pretty high tolerance for alcohol, Saitou would have started drinking and invited Souji to catch up, and Souji would probably still get drunk first. And so, in response to the other's seemingly insistent offer, the indigo-haired captain merely sighed. He did take the bottle farther from the other, in case it was not clear he was going to stop Souji from drinking. "Why are you drinking alone anyway?" 

[swordsman-saitou]

// yay I misunderstood the anon! But let's just assume the letter was from Chizuru to Kazama, okay? *bangs head on table*

[swordsman-saitou]

-drops him with a love letter meant to chizuru from kazama-

Imagine his surprise upon receiving a love letter with Chizuru's handwriting on it, telling just how helpful he had been with homeworks and how the female liked spending time with him. She was even commenting on how beautiful his blond hair was!

Wait--

Blond...

"I...shouldn't have...seen this."

[hellawritesarchive-blog]

Hi, I’m auditioning for “my replies” and I’ll be singing “Unwritten” by Natasha Bedingfield 

[firstdivisioncaptain-deactivate]

swordsman-saitou "You come all this way to tell me that I’m drunk, deshuu?" Correction: you were the poor person sent to deal with him…so we’re sorry, Saitou. How he had found alcohol about the place is unknown. "Is that your way of askin’ if you can join, Hajime-kun?" 

[swordsman-saitou]

"You've had enough, Souji." Admittedly, this would not have been the state he expected to see Souji in, but he should have been warned by the looks from the others when he had been told to check up on the captain. The word had not been dropped in front of him, but Souji was drunk, alright. Saitou's shoulders moved in a heavy sigh as he sat opposite the other and regarded him with an assessing gaze. Just how drunk is he? 

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Chizuru didn’t know it was possible to feel so relieved with just four words, but that was how she honestly felt at the moment. A smile lit up her features as she opened the door and there was a slight spring on her step when she finally bowed and entered the room. 

The first thing she noticed were the piles of paper on his table. Being the organized person that he is, the captain have them in neat stacks—but even his arrangement didn’t fail to hide the fact that there were too much of them for one person to manage.

When her eyes finally landed on the man, her smile faded a little. He looked pale..as if he hasn’t seen light for weeks. She shifted her eyes immediately into the other table where she started unloading the bowls of food but she was almost sure she saw hints of dark circles under his eyes. 

"There is a small portion of steamed tofu there. We were really lucky to have some today," she said in a light casual voice as she arranged everything in front of him. When she was finished, she finally allowed herself to turn around and look at him. “You should definitely try it.” 

[swordsman-saitou]

Saitou busied himself arranging the paper on his table so that they would be more manageable later, avoiding her gaze as much as possible. If it was just serving him food, there shouldn't be a problem, but he had been skipping more meals than he could count, and sleep hasn't been coming easy on him as well. There were certainly several signs to clue her in on the state of his health, and looking directly at her, a daughter of a doctor, might be the worst thing to do in the situation.

He couldn't avoid her altogether though, and especially not when she mentioned something about tofu. He had to give a quick thankful look her way to show his appreciation of her efforts. "Thank you," he also said in words as his eyes landed on the bowls she had arranged. "I don't remember when the last time I had tofu was." That sounded a lot better than admitting he didn't remember when he last ate.

He picked up the chopsticks that came with the food and picked on some rice, but before he could bring some food into his mouth, he asked, "Have you eaten, Yukimura?"

[swordsman-saitou]

Someone Lost his Scarf | Closed

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Chizuru rushed to the living room upon hearing the worried voice of the boy only to come face-to-face with an unlikely scene. Clothes littered the floor and hung on chair corners— and there was even a shirt dangling from one of the low lights. How it managed to get there, she didn’t know.

She blinked a few times as she tried to take in the situation before finally bringing her amber gaze to the man. There was an uncharacteristic frown sitting on his face and his hair looked as if it needs the attention of a comb. And…there was another shirt hanging on his back. 

What happened here?

She wiped her wet hands on the rag she managed to take with her from the laundry room and gave him a curious look. It is very rare that she sees him showing extreme emotions and this is probably one of the times he looked most troubled.

"Your scarf? No, I didn’t throw it. I…uhm…decided to wash it. It’s in the dryer now. Is something wrong, Saitou-san?" 

[swordsman-saitou]

The sight of her was not enough to appease his temper, but her words were. He mellowed down some until he was just looking slightly worried, and he had managed to feel calmer in the next second. "You washed it?" It felt like a very easy--and very obvious--thing to do, and yet he hadn't thought about that.

Perhaps it was because there was still some laundry in the laundry basket, so he hadn't thought to consider that some had already been washed. An oversight on his part, he was aware. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" He moved on from feeling distraught to feeling betrayed, and he knew he was not being fair to the girl, but if fairness was to be considered, she should have gotten permission before touching his things. "When will it be back?" Not having touched laundry himself, he had no idea how long it took to dry--hours, days, weeks?

Even now, months after he had fallen, he was still baffled by the way things in the human world worked--why was laundry needed? Or rather, why did clothes get dirty? When he goes back--if he goes back up to Heaven, he will surely ask someone about it.

[swordsman-saitou]

Someone Lost his Scarf | Closed

He was panicking, and rightfully so. The scarf had been a gift, one that he had taken care of so very well that it being out of his sight was a rare occurrence. Save for when he was asleep, it was always a part of his wardrobe, as if he would not be himself without it. It was even more important than the oversized coat he first wore as a human, and so he was panicking. 

He had already gone through the laundry, maybe throwing some clothes here and there in his haste--a sock was now resting on the back of a chair, and a pillowcase was on the table. Someone's shirt--possibly his--was on his shoulder, and he seemed to have forgotten all about it. And still he couldn't find what he was looking for. His usually expressionless face showed a mixture of several unpleasant emotions, making him look like he was scowling. 

"Chizuru!" He called around the house, finally losing what remaining thread of patience he had. "I can't find my scarf. Have you thrown it away?"

[wordsnquotes]

When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours?

Franz Kafka, “Letter to Oskar Pollak” 8 Nov. 1903 (via wordsnquotes)

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She was expecting that response to be honest, which is why she already had an automatic reply ready for him. Clearing her throat, she set herself on voicing out the words and hoping that she does it right enough to not come off as rude.

"You haven’t touched any of the food I left the past few days…" Chizuru said, only half-conscious about the way her hands curled tighter around the edges of the tray. It is a silent gesture for her to continue what she was saying. All this time she tried not to get in their way and constantly reminded herself to mind her place. However, she can’t just sit back and do nothing while one of the men she now considers family does this to himself. 

"I’m just…going to set this on the table inside. And fix the room…" She murmured again, this time in a firmer tone. She is probably already overstepping her boundaries here but she’ll just worry about that later. For now, her priority is him and nothing more.

[swordsman-saitou]

She seemed more determined than usual, he thought. Or rather, she was more persistent, which he supposed was a sign that she was worrying about his health. It was one of the qualities she had that he admired; he did care for the other members of the Shinsengumi, but he wasn't one to show it easily. Chizuru, on the other hand, would get out of her way to make sure that everyone was alright. It was the only reason Saitou could think of for why she was insisting to go inside and fix the food for him.

He folded a piece of paper he had been writing on, the letter not yet finished, but it will need to wait for later. "You may come in," he said in what he assumed was an indifferent tone, though he did feel a little bit of excitement at seeing another face in the room.

It was only starting to settle on him now that he hadn't been out much, and he hoped he didn't have more people worrying.

[swordsman-saitou]

(secretly shoves tickets to eat all types of tofu dishes for free in his bag)

Imagine how surprised he was when he saw a bunch of paper in his bag, immediately thinking that someone had used his bag as a makeshift trash can. The bunch of paper wasn't rumpled though, when he actually took the time to look--which he was glad he did instead of just tossing them into the proper place. 

Angels started singing. He could see rainbows. Everything was perfect! And secretly he was grinning, maybe even giving a little dance, while outwardly he remained stoic, as if this happened any day and there was nothing special. 

"Who would give me this?"

[swordsman-saitou]

// Hey Tumblr you know what's not cool? Not notifying me of messages. 

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The girl lingered outside the captain’s door, tray of food in hand. She had come the exact same time yesterday and the day before to give him his dinner. She always left the simple rations just outside his room, a meal of rice, steamed fish, and miso soup. It was always the same. Food and other supplies can be really difficult to come by lately with the war raging on after all.

The only thing that never changed is that he never touches his food.

"Saitou-san?" Her voice was hesitant but loud enough to be carried inside the room. He had been pushing himself too hard that he is failing to take care of himself lately. Somebody has to do something. 

"Can I come in? I brought dinner."

[swordsman-saitou]

His first reaction to hearing Chizuru's voice was surprise, the third division captain looking up from his table where he had been writing his reports. Ever since he had taken the ochimizu, it had been hard being out of the room in daylight, but it didn't mean work stopped for him. 

His second response was hesitation, knowing that he wasn't in the best of state to let anyone in the room. Food was alright, and still needed, but it wasn't all that he needed these days. The medicine for the blood lust needed to be saved up for emergencies, so he was trying not to consume all of it. It meant letting the lust for blood pass, and it was becoming increasingly difficult. 

He was almost tempted not to reply to Chizuru, but he couldn't just leave her out there waiting. It wouldn't be right. "Can you just leave the food at the door, Yukimura?" Just like what she had been doing the last few days. It wasn't his intention to ignore the food, but he often forgot about it. "I'm working."

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