#sanchiyos

[ashrifts]

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[ashvalle]

@sanchiyos​  //  continued from ( here )

His eyes move through the scene before him , Sanzu with champagne , Sanzu with no food , Sanzu flirting with the bartender , Sanzu with no food. Maybe out of the three , he should be offended at the lascivious display of his so called date , sweetheart , darling — but the most atrocious thing is that Sanzu has decided with his entire supposedly adult brain to forgo food that will get sustain him through the day in exchange for alcohol when he could logically obtain both.

“ You’re not eating ? ” he asks , putting his plate on the counter  — throwing a dirty look at the bartender out of principle alone as he brings whatever fancy drink Sanzu has ordered. Despite their constant contact , he has no idea what Sanzu is actually like without a weapon in his hand or something poisonous on the tip of his tongue. When does Sanzu sleep ? What does he like to eat ? Does he have any allergies ? There’s their cover story of course —  but more than half of that has been adapted from the poor suckers who received the original invitation.

He slides his own plate towards Sanzu , a rather balanced mixture of things to choose from. Though its a bit of a deviation from the norm , there’s a second dish too that’s stacked with desserts.

“ Take these I’ll get another plate. ”

[revengesworn]

Apologies will never be enough.

Senju knows that. Nothing that she can do will undo what she did on that day. Nothing will take the scars away from Haruchiyo’s face, take the pain away - the betrayal he must’ve felt cutting into his heart when he learned of Senju’s lie. For a long time, she’d felt hopeless, despairing over her own actions, even hating her own existence, because what had she ever brought anyone but pain? But in time... she’d started to believe that maybe she could fix things.

Apologies wouldn’t ever change the past. But maybe she could become strong, strong enough that even Mikey couldn’t defeat her - and then Haruchiyo might realize that he didn’t have to follow Mikey, that he didn’t have to be afraid anymore. She’d begun to believe in her own strength, foolishly, earnestly believing that maybe she could even save her brother.

...What a joke. It’s only now that Senju’s realized what a failure she really is. She couldn’t defeat South, let alone take on Mikey - and besides, it’s far too late to heal Haruchiyo’s wounds. In the end, she’ll never be able to do anything for him...

That’s what she’s thinking as she’s suddenly approached - though the figure walking towards her is the last person she expected to see now. Seeing Haruchiyo should give her hope, revive her spirit - but seeing his face... all she can feel is regret.

“Haruchiyo... what are you doing here...?”

@sanchiyos​ ( starter for sanzu! )

[sanoism]

@sanchiyos​  //  continued from ( here )

It is with the subtle tilt of his head that he gives his approval when he sees Sanzu pull out a handkerchief. He allows himself to be wiped of the blood he knows stains his skin , and of other remnants of ichor he didn’t. It is not unlike their usual song and dance in where Mikey steeps himself in red and crawls out blinded , seeking out an outstretched hand that only won’t be too frightened to grasp. Stroke by stroke he is cleansed , and Mikey had always wondered if anyone else could see it , that darkness in his eyes draining away as he inhales and becomes himself again. 

His shoulder hurts from the impact , but so did a pipe to a skull , and a heel to a jaw. If such a small thing could stop him in his tracks he would have been dead many , many , years ago , so instead he answers simply with a shake of his head , no. He suspects even , that it hurts far more that Mochikuzi has been reduced to such a state. Though Mochikuzi is not his like the former Toman members are , Mochikuzi is his because he was Izana’s. It is another apology he has to make that will never be received.

— And at long last , wanting and having are two very different things. Though they both could use a long break , when have they ever been afforded such luxuries? Mikey doesn’t know how fast or far the creatures have gone , but they need to be five steps ahead when facing an unknown enemy. A quick search on his phone , and he notices photos have already shown up on social media , news outlets debating the validity of collected footage.

He’s already moving towards the car they arrived in as he relays an order, “ Inform all the executives about what we just saw, we don’t know what effect this will have on communications so make sure they’re prepared for silence on all ends. Safe house number 32 is our goal , it has unused provisions and it’s defendable. ”

It’s no surprise to him that the driver is long gone. Where to , he doesn’t know — whether or not he got out safely would remain a mystery ( but he wishes him luck he supposes. ) He slides into the driver’s seat , and nothing will feel quite as right as his CB205T , but he can move a car too while Sanzu informs the crew.

“ One more thing, ” he says while dragging the gear stick into reverse. He adjusts the mirror , catching a glimpse of his own white hair and coal black eyes. How would he look with bloated flesh and decay ?

“ Tell them:  Let’s survive. ”

[redue-archive]

          ‘ something tells me you don’t want to talk like good friends  —  ! ’  

[indebte]

 (  @sanchiyos​ !  )

acclimating from the rigid structure of the black dragon to the hurricane that is toman was, and continues to be, a chaotic affair; victories over rival gangs back there had not been celebrated as much as they had been simply expected, but though mikey’s winning record was as flawless as taiju’s used to be, his subordinates still whoop and cheer like it was the very first time. he vaguely hears someone ask another to go get everyone some drinks, but their voices are lost in the excited chatter, and he simply does not care to snoop for details. 

he’d thought them a  ( naively, perhaps  ⁠—  but he doesn’t hate people like that )  tight-knit group, but sanzu stands in the shadows near him instead of being at the eye of the storm, and seishu wonders if team celebrations serve to exhaust or exclude him. 

          ‘ you’re not joining them? ’   despite his words, seishu stays in place leaning against the tree trunk, arms crossed.  

[ashrifts]

BITES HIM (again)

the dirty little mutt wants to play.ㅤhow cute. very wellㅤ—ㅤif a dog wants to be a dog, who is ran to deny him of his natural instincts? ran pities him, truly; how exhausting it must be to play at being human when all you are is a beast at your master's beck and call, wagging your tail at the promise of being of being useful? well-trained when given orders by their boss, but so disobedient when ran's the one snapping his fingers. it's tragic.

the teeth upon his flesh is nothing new, and neither is his blood in sanzu's mouth. the familiarity of it brings less humor than the realization that, yet again, ran's mere words are enough to revert sanzu back into his most primal instincts, forgoing all traces of dignity for the chance of injuring him in a way that would humiliate either of them if they were of a sounder mindㅤ—ㅤbut ran laughs, sharp and loud and elated, even as pain blossoms through him, even as his carefully ironed clothes are stained.

and maybe ran, too, is less human and more thing. he lets sanzu take his fill before grabbing him by the hair, uncaring of the strands coming loose around his fingers with the tightens of them as he rips him away from him to dive into the meat of his shoulder, biting down until sanzu's blood, too, floods into his mouth.

it's fucking disgusting. ran grins.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤcareful there, puppy. don't wanna go spreading your rabies, do you? ㅤ’ㅤ

[ashrifts]

this you??

this you???