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the air was sweet. cool like stone, but refreshing. it danced through obanai’s hair, ruffling his clothing. he gazed up at the sky. it was different than before when shinjuro had first found him. then, it had been dark. ominous. now it was a peaceful blue, clear and dotted with fluffy white somethings. there was a bright ball of light that warmed obanai. he put his hands on his knees and, while the minutes crept past, he realized that the initial slight chill to the air had been diminished as the sun wrapped its arms around him. he looked down at the ground where a bird had begun to hop. it chirped, a high-pitched, small sound. obanai gazed at it curiously. he watched as it pecked at the dirt, searching. eventually, it flew away. he realized that there was sound behind him, the culprit to the bird’s disappearance. he turned. it was kyojuro, the little boy who was the son of shinjuro. he looked as if he’d just awoken, rubbing his eyes. his hair was a mess, but it was the same marvelous, golden flames of his father’s. he smiled at obanai with childish exuberance. he plopped down beside him, legs swinging where they dangled off the porch. he turned to obanai, looking at him with with the same searching eyes of the bird’s. his eyes were wide and full of life. like the breeze that toyed with the tuffs of grass beneath their feet.
“did you sleep?” kyojuro asked mildly. he peered at him. “you look tired!”
obanai returned his gaze but said nothing. he watched the fiery hair tangle more as kyojuro lay back. he was staring up, and obanai followed his gaze to see nothing but the roof over the engawa. then kyojuro lifted a hand, a finger pointing to where a pillar steadied it. obanai squinted, following the path up to a spider web. it was tucked away, protected from the wind and the sun. obanai had never understood spiders. they had nestled in his room before, even beginning to make homes where piles of food had built up. he didn’t know why they would prefer to hide away. away from the new air and the warm sun. away from the birds that searched and the men who saved.
kyojuro was sitting back up. he looked at obanai. “i think you’re tired,” he said, matter-of-factly. “you should sleep! here”—he patted his lap—“you can put your head here and sleep. mother lets me sleep on her lap sometimes! it’s comfy!”
obanai eyed him suspiciously. when nothing bad seemed to happen, he crawled closer to the boy. tentatively, he lay his head on kyojuro’s lap. it was uncomfortable for his body, which seemed to dangle half off the porch now, so he dragged himself up with a little effort. now he lay vertically, his head on the kyojuro’s lap and his body on the wood. he turned slightly. there. he could see outside too, like this. his eyes searched the grounds, flitting to a tree that sat a few yards from the house. the bird from earlier was back at his treasure hunt, scouring the base of the tree. abruptly, kyojuro patted obanai.
“sleep!” he ordered. his voice was like the bird’s. melodic in its own, sudden way. he leaned down to smile at obanai again. his eyes closed when he smiled. the sunlight poured down his face. he opened his eyes, though his lips remained with the lingering grin. “i’ll protect you if anything happens! like father! so you can sleep, okay?”
obanai gazed up at him uncertainly. he supposed he was tired. he nodded ever so slightly. immediately, the other boy was consoled. he pet obanai once more before leaning back to allow him more room. obanai was hesitant to close his eyes at first, wishing to watch the bird. but he willed himself to anyway. as kyojuro had said, he would be protected if anything happened. and so his eyes fluttered close. still, he saw red, the light filtering through his eyelids. he let his conscious drift away from the color, instead focusing on the warmth. kyojuro was warm. his hand, which had rested previously on obanai’s face for several seconds, had been warm, too. it was curious. obanai was never naturally warm somehow, he seemed to be always cold. yet now, he didn’t notice it. the sun and kyojuro—and then he had a thought. he’d thought that the rengoku’s seemed to embody fire. but kyojuro was like the sun. he was gentle and comforting and warm. so, very warm.
the hands of sleep began to tug obanai’s mind from where it was nestled on kyojuro’s lap. and, for the first time, he didn’t try to resist it. he let himself float away into a dreamland of pretty fires and quiet suns and singing birds. he hoped he stayed here forever.
i want to smash mr voss’s head in with a brick
HAPPY 5TH HK ANNIVERSARY!! LOVE THIS GAME TO PIECES 😭😭
Gonna try to get better about tagging bugs and spiders 😬 I’ve been asked numerous times to tag Josie as spider and I will for like… two posts and then I forget
Honestly, I don't even know.
But hey, this could be sort of in line with that old trix pic I did.
bug game today ypie