Red-Haired Maiden | Past Life!AU
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Ever since he left the army -- despite leaving behind his friends and somewhat-families -- Arakita felt like a reborn human. The pressure of taking orders from a master was no longer his, the wild and free life of a ronin suit him a lot more. Surely, he was not looked upon very fondly -- some people nudged him to approach Imaizumi-sama to work as his samurai -- but that was certainly not what a wildchild such as Yasutomo wanted.
Hydrangea were blooming in the late-summer, a sign that soon, the rainy days would follow, a relief from the humid heat that rested its head onto the shoulders of the country where the sun would rise. Cicadas breaking the silence of nature with their song, as he was stepping down the stony road near the shrine. He heard the prayers and songs filling the air -- what fools they were... praying to a God -- to Gods -- if they were as powerful as they were believed to be, how come someone as unfit as Midousuji would be the koshaku? Absolutely ridiculous.
In the midst of the prayers and singing, Yasutomo clearly heard the voice of a female; despite the fact that this must’ve been a very god-loving person, devoted and whatnot, her voice sounded like the blooming sakura trees would look in early spring; vivid, colourful, dainty, empowering and prideful.
As he stopped by the stairs that led up to the Tori, up to the shrine, he looked left and right for nobody to see him, ascending the stairs to the shrine, walking through the middle of the Tori like someone who did not fear the wrath and the pride of the Gods.
Walking over towards the building, he stood before the chouzuya, but refusing to clean himself, thus walking over to the toushouguu. As he saw the ema, he stood right there, taking a look at the wooden plaques that bore wishes and prayers of other people; money, fame, love, health, the usual. Without noticing that the prayers were over and done with -- and a female figure approaching him -- he spoke his mind, “About time someone was praying for more brain...” sounding just as bitter as usually.