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White
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Red
( It's a pretty normal day at the citadel until news breaks out that the saniwa has managed to summon a new spirit. Depending on who you've heard the news from, you may or may not have the name. Or maybe you've heard that the newcomer is supposed to be a beautiful sword dressed in white. Or that he's an imperial sword or some other vague but specific piece of information. Either way, it should be easy to find a new face here, right?
Just follow the sounds of one (1) distressed sounding Konnosuke and you'll see the newest addition to your rag tag sword army. He's picked up Konnosuke and has him on his back in front of him, rubbing at his belly. Konnosuke squirms to get free. )
A little fox! You remind me of someone. ( Konnosuke squirms in his hands, trying to get free. ("Tsurumaru-san, please, let me go! I'm a pipe fox spirit, not a common fox!" The new spirit laughs,). ) And you really talk! What a surprise!
( And he looks up to see you, who's arrived to crash his fun, )
Yo~ ( He'd salute in greeting but his hands are a little full, ) Are you surprised to see someone like me?
( SET KONNOSUKE FREE )
Gold
( Some time has passed since Tsurumaru Kuninaga arrived at the citadel and most people are used to his character by now. It's a cool fall day and you're out in the garden for whatever reason. Most of the trees are losing their leaves and can be found in collected piles here and there. There's one particularly large pile and when you walk past it... )
Waah!
( Tsurumaru jumps up, throwing the leaves in the air and at you. Standing straight, hands on his hips and still covered in ginkgo leaves, )
Ahahaha! Are you surprised?
( He's so proud. )
Red
( Returning from a mission, Tsurumaru laughs casually as the Konnosukes scurry towards the squad. The last mission had some unexpected turns and what was supposed to be an easy scouting mission turned into an unexpected battle. Even if they were able to handle themselves, they'd still come back with injuries.
As they run their scan on the returning touken danshi, Tsurumaru holds out his arms, revealing sleeves speckled with red. )
What do you think?
( He shows them off to someone nearby-- either a squad mate or a concerned passerby or some other sword that was sent to check on them. And he gives a little turn to show the rest of him, revealing more blood on the back and hood. Konnosuke chides him to stay still because he's disrupting the scan. )
It's too bad.
( The battle had been too short and easy. It wasn't enough to achieve his #aesthetic. )
A little more and I would really look like a crane.
( "Stay still!" Konnosuke snaps again. )
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( It was, after all, a surprise attack! No one had seen it coming, especially not Tsurumaru with his pour scouting skills. When they get to the room, he has something is offered to him and he looks at it. He recognizes what it is right away and while most would be glad or relieved to receive this sort of gift, he doesn't seem to react to it much at all.
Something from their saniwa.
He reaches to take it. )
I thought aruji was just being generous! ( But if this is all to save resources and to send them off again as quickly as possible... yes, that sounds about right. ) Or that you were being kind.
( It's a bit of a pointed jab. He can feel the chill in the air and coming from MIkazuki, he knows exactly what that means. He holds up the token, waving it casually in the air, )
But this is all just out of interest, isn't it?
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Those fingers who look so delicate have a surprisingly strong grasp on the younger tachi's chin as he pushes it up.
Maybe it's a trick of the light but Mikazuki's eyes seem to be darker than usual, and by contrast the crescent moon in them is that much more visible. It makes him look vaguely sinister in the not very well-lit corridor.
And in spite of the strong grip, those fingers are still gentle. His thumb is even rubbing against the white skin, a bit like he did earlier wiping off the blood.]
Is it so surprising that I would have a interest in you?
[They are related, after all. Not the same swordsmiths, but still from the same school. Tsurumaru is younger but not by that much, barely seventy years. Given his gap with some of the others it's almost negligible.]
Or that I would look out for Aruji's interests on top of my own?
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He lifts his head, meeting Mikazuki's eyes. The effect isn't lost on him-- like this, he can't take his eyes away from Mikazuki's and like this, his own eyes reflect something else. Even if he's been given this human body by their saniwa the warmth he gives belies a coldness he still possesses. Even when they're this close, even when they're looking right into each other's eyes, it doesn't diminish any of the distance Tsurumaru keeps between himself and others.. )
No.
( Because even for all of the space he keeps around him, there's no denying that Mikazuki is one of the swords he's closest to in the citadel. They're similar in more than just schools and ages. It's why it'll take much more than this to intimidate him, )
But even if it isn't surprising. It's interesting. Aruji, Yamanbagiri, Izuminokami, me... You're interested in so many people. Even when you're being cold, you care. ( Like right now.
He holds the token in his hands. This will fix him. This will make him better. As good as new. But... ) I can't say the same.
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Sometimes Mikazuki wonders which Tsurumaru prefers. He does seem to relish being covered in blood.
As for himself... it's true that he cares. Probably too much. And it's probably why he does everything he does in the dark, where no one else can see it, so they won't be troubled. Just like the Crescent Moon hides most of itself, to only leave that sliver of blinding light that attracts attention away from the dark parts.]
You can't, or you won't?
What are you afraid of, Tsurumaru Kuninaga?
[They are alike, and yet different. And Mikazuki knows one thing. He hates being alone. He has spent so much time shut off in the dark.]
What is it that you don't want me to see?
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( He's hit it right on the head and Tsurumaru frowns. He visibly frowns, unable to hide how displeased he is with being called out so easily. He doesn't like this at all and it makes him uncomfortable because he doesn't want to answer it.
Is it because he can't care or won't care?
Why not?
What doesn't he want Mikazuki to see?
The answers come to mind instantly but he doesn't share them. So instead of addressing them, he turns his frown around, smiles, and laughs, reaching to hold Mikazuki's face in his hands, )
Hahaha! You always see me! ( Right through him, even. ) Is that why I can't surprise you? ( Even though he's the one he wants to surprise? ) What's your secret?
( A pointed question. They all have things they don't want to share out in the open. )
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The hands on his cheeks are cold on the surface, but he can feel the warmth under it, and he lets go of Tsurumaru's chin to cover one of those hands with his, gently stroking those white fingers.]
I know who you are. I have watched you being born.
[Mikazuki has many secrets, that is true. And he plays his cards close to his chest, and he is cagey. There aren't that many who have seen all of him.]
And you know who I am too.
[The Moon, pure and white and lonely. The Crane, long-lived and bound to just one love.]
If you do not treasure yourself, others will do it for you.
['I will do it for you.']
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He pulls takes his hand back, looking away and speaks lowly, )
That's the problem.
( He is treasured and it's because of that, he's never been able to rest. Why he's been taken and passed around through out all of the years. Because he is coveted, nothing lasts and because nothing lasts, he doesn't bother attachments. But Mikazuki can understand that. He's one of the few people who can and he's been there for much, much longer than anyone else...
If he was younger, he'd be hopeful. )
Be careful.
( Nothing lasts, especially around him. )
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So treasured that until he was summoned here, he was shut into a secure box in the dark, only let out a few days at a time every few years for special viewings and exhibitions.
The dark is a comfortable place, he is used to it. But being alone.... he's had enough of that for a long time.
So he surrounds himself with his fellow swords, seeks them out, nurtures them, encourages them in his own, underhanded, cagey ways.
And he can't help but see a slightly distorted mirror when he looks at the white crane.
He doesn't protest or push back when Tsurumaru removes - escapes? - his gentle hold. But he doesn't love from where he's standing either. Close. Too close.]
Are you afraid of hurting me? Or are you scared I might hurt you?
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(But he knows the answer for himself: Isn't it the same thing? There really aren't many people at the citadel he'd say he's close to but Mikazuki is certainly one of them. And if Mikazuki is hurt, then so is he. Perhaps, it might hurt even more if only because of how much longer Mikazuki has been around because like it or not, despite the darkness he's chosen to embrace, the distance he projects, the coldness he keeps around him... he's still a little hopeful. Like a little flame in the dark, kept low and inconspicuous. Any bigger and he might get burned.
And it would take more than a help token or the saniwa's magic to fix that sort of damage. It isn't even enough right now. Their magic is only good for steel. It can't fix the soul, especially one as old as theirs.
His hand moves to the door's handle, his other hand holding the token tightly.)
This is what you want, isn't it? The me that is white and clean instead of covered in red?
(The Tsurumaru that is good instead of a problem.)
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This time, the hold is just as gentle and strong as before, but it's also... more. Arms around his waist, pulling Tsurumaru back slightly into the other tachi's slightly bigger frame.
And given where the blood was on Tsurumaru's cloak, there is no way it is not staining the blue silk, a lot more than just his fingers earlier.
When Mikazuki speaks, his voice is a low whisper.]
How would you know what I want, Tsurumaru Kuninaga? You never even asked.
Are you that afraid of what I might answer?
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He stays still, careful not to dirty Mikazuki. Even if their height is practically the same, Tsurumaru's frame is still smaller. Like a crane, he is slim and seemingly delicate.
He's a twig. )You'll get dirty like this. ( He ignores his question. He never asked what Mikazuki thought and it'll take more than this to get him to.
His free hand rests lightly on one of Mikazuki's, his fingers tracing t he shape of his hand, a light trail of blood left behind, making a point. It's the opposite action of how he'd taken his blood back from him earlier. This red is his color but he'll share it this time. ) Red doesn't suit you the same way it does me.
( The red crowned crane is his aesthetic. )
Still, it isn't a bad color on you. Is it because you're Mikazuki Munechika?
( The most beautiful sword? Even more beautiful than Tsurumaru Kuninaga. Surely, Mikazuki would look beautiful in any color. )
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[Maybe not. These days, it feels like the blood of enemies doesn't even touch him anymore. He's been around long enough to level up quickly, and he just mows through enemies like they aren't even there at times.
Still, he has had his blade bathed in blood before. Before he was used more as something to treasure, some of his masters were pretty bloody people.
He actually walks a little closer so he can push the door of the repair room open and nudge Tsurumaru towards it.]
Go.
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( That Mikazuki is a sword? How he looks in those brief moments when he's covered in the blood of his enemies. It's beautiful.
When he's pushed forward, he moves easily, one step going in front of the other until he's taken his first step into the all too familiar room. )
Alright, alright~! ( He laughs, tossing his head back and walking the rest of the way into the room, taking a seat on a cushion and setting his sword down in front of him. ) I might be red and white now but staying like this for too long isn't much of a surprise!
( Because honestly, for all of his cold talk about looking like a crane and being beautiful like this.... he hates being dirty. )
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[As it goes, with the help token, Tsurumaru will probably be clean in no time, whereas Mikazuki will have to go change and then maybe find someone to wash the bloodstains out of the blue silk.
He'll have to do that before someone makes a fuss. He doesn't usually dislike people making a fuss over it, but there are times when he just isn't in the mood. For some reason, this often happens whenever he has to deal with some of the younger swords being unreasonable. There are a few of them that can be a headache and a half.
Some people expect Tsurumaru to be the most reasonable out of all of those because he's older, but Mikazuki knows better.
He makes sure to close the door firmly behind himself,and then shuffles back to his own room while avoiding others. At least the other Sanjou swords know better than to ask, although Imanotsurugi does exclaim a little at the bloodstains.
He changes into his lighter, work clothing, tracks Kasen down to give him the outer layer of the kariginu to wash, then settles down in one of the main room with tea, letting the clear voices of the tantou playing with Gokotai's tigers nearby wash over him.
He may or may not be keeping an eye out for a certain white crane who should not be taking so much time to come back out.]
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It really shouldn't take him so long to come by the main room but Mikazuki shouldn't expect him to come too soon either. For all of his acting, Tsurumaru Kuninaga does care about those around him and he wasn't the only one who'd come out of their most recent mission with injuries. He checks on his squad mates, surprising them mid-scan and check up, teasing at them to get better because they're too easy to surprise when they're like this. He's a little gentler with some of the more heavily injured ones.
As if that wasn't enough, it's only natural he becomes distracted when he passes by the tantou. Did he go out of his way to meet them? He's always drawn towards the sound of children and Mikazuki can probably hear them calling out to him. (Tsurumaru-san! Is it okay to be here? Weren't you hurt?) He just laughs in response to their questions, explaining things away with how strong he is and how the saniwa's magic can do anything. It's clearly a good enough answer for the more naive of the tantou spirits and if anyone knows better, they certainly don't say anything out loud. There's laughter and delighted screaming and it's obvious they're playing some sort of game outside before Tsurumaru loses (on purpose?) and excuses himself.
It's only then that he visits Mikazuki who is exactly where he expected him to be. Like him, he's also changed into his more casual clothes. His mood is much lighter than it had been before and the smile he gives him now is much more natural. He doesn't enter the room right away, instead, opting to lean against the doorway until he's invited in properly (is the younger spirit feeling a little guilty about acting up earlier? maybe.))
Here you are. (Of course.) Is there anymore tea?
(Because yes, after everything that has just happened, he can just casually expect tea and sweets?)
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But it's clear he was expecting Tsurumaru. There is a second, upside down cup on the tray, and Mikazuki answers that more genuine smile with one of his own.]
Come in, come in!
[He is going to go and get to pouring the second cup and setting it up on the table nicely.
And not comment on whether Tsurumaru looks better like this. That is a matter of opinion after all.]
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His mood has lightened, the edge from the earlier battle has softened, and he's able to wear his usual mask now that he is clean and refreshed. But their earlier conversation had happened and not even that long ago. That's the thing witht his mask he wears. Once it slips, the face beneath it can't be completely unseen or forgotten.
He reaches for the cup, taking it in both of his hand. It's warm in his hands, reminding him of how cold he'd been (or how cold that he still is). )
Were you waiting for me? ( A rhetorical question. Of course he was. Why else would there be another cup ready for him? ) Haha, sorry!
( For taking his time. )
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I have time.
[Time is something he has no short supply of indeed. So much time.
As he moves things around on the table, puts down the teapot, pushes the plate with the teacakes towards Tsurumaru, something becomes visible under his arm warmers, on his hand.
A brown stain. Blood, dried and flaking. The blood Tsurumaru rubbed on his hand earlier and that he didn't bother to clean.]
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( Of course he has time. Time is one of those constant things in their lives. On it's own, it's boring to deal with which is why he tries to shake it up-- make all the time they have all the more interesting for himself.
He's beginning to settle behind this mask again, wondering if Mikazuki is going to do the same. Are they going to carry on like nothing happened? Pretend as if everything was left behind the moment they changed into fresh new clothes? Well, he won't complain.
It's while watching Mikazuki, trying to get a proper read on the air around them, that he sees the mark. He knows exactly what it is, considering he's the one who'd marked him and without hesitation, his hand reaches to grab Mikazuki's, stopping whatever it is he's moving around on their table.
There's no way he missed this. He left it there deliberately. He frowns, realizing this. So their conversation isn't over after all, )
You missed a spot. ( On purpose. He shakes his other hand, trying to bring the sleeve of his kimono down so he can clean it. It'll take a few seconds so Mikazuki can stop him easily enough if he wanted to. But unless he's stopped, he'll wipe at it with the edge of his sleeve. ) How careless.
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Not everything can be wiped away with a sleeve or a repair token, Tsurumaru.]
No, I did not miss it.
[Which just cements the fact that yes, he did leave it there on purpose. Which he did.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga is free to try and appear flippant with the other people in his life. But he should know better than to try and do so to Mikazuki Munechika. The older sword will only allow it up to a certain point.]
Does it bother you?
[And if it does, why does it bother you so much?]
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It isn't fun being in trouble. Waiting to be scolded is uneventfully long and he already doesn't like this. He's like a child beginning to sulk before a lecture and he tries to not look too bothered. )
It's dirty.
( And he hates that. But more than that, he knows he's crossed a line and is going to pay for it. Well, it was fun being spoiled while it lasted, being able to see how far he could push things. )
It doesn't suit you at all.
( It stands out more because it's on him. So yes, it does bother him. )
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[Is there really a need to scold him? It's not like Tsurumaru doesn't know that he crossed the line, so making him squirm in anticipation for a scolding that Mikazuki doesn't feel like giving because, well, how many times has he said the exact same things before, maybe that's punishment enough.
Maybe they can just continue their earlier conversation instead. Mikazuki is much more interested in that than in why Tsurumaru insists on coming home covered in his own blood or that of his comrades. It doesn't take a genius to understand that, after all. but what is an expression of? That's much more challenging.]
Why does it bother you to see it on me when you find it beautiful on yourself? Besides, you put it there yourself.
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(Brown and flaking, no different from mud or dirt. As for putting it there himself... Well, Mikazuki hadn't minded getting it on him first.)
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But it's interesting to hear your take on this Tsurumaru. So it's only okay when it's red and dripping, not when it's faded to brown and flaking? It's only okay when whoever got cut still can feel the blood dripping out, when the blood is still warm and alive?
Mikazuki looks at the trace on his hand, then brings said hand to his mouth and starts licking it clean.
It's a strangely... animalistic thing, unlike the usually refined elegance he shows in everything. Almost jarringly so. Then again, most people who end up fighting alongisde him in battle do come out of the experience a little shaken, especially if they've only seen him around the citadel before.]
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Right now, his eyes are focused on Mikazuki. Where there is usually a distantness and where there had been a coldness, his eyes meet Mikazuki's directly. Pale goldseems brighter and more vivid and there's something burning there-- that light he usually keeps guarded and covered, that flame that might burn him. As for his grip, it's firm and strong, the type of hold that won't let go easily. The only distance between them right now is the little that is literally, physically between them. )
Stop that.
( They're close. Closer than he wants to admit, closer than he really likes to be because it betrays a spirit under all of his masks. The spirit that wants to be close, that actually cares. A sensitive Tsurumaru Kuninaga that has been hurt enough and wants to be better if he won't be let to rest. )
Say what you want already.
( This long suspense, it's killing his heart slowly. )
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