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Maybe that's why some of the spirits in the citadel hadn't been pleased when the wings first appeared on Tsurumaru's back. It had been surprising and certainly it was something to be concerned about but he wasn't going to let others worry about him. Instead, he'd flaunted the wings and made a show of how precious they looked at first. Sure, they had started off as a dull gray at first and it was hardly anything impressive but in time, they'd grown bigger and bigger turning from a downy gray to a beautiful, clean white and a sharp, clear black.
"Don't I look like a real crane now?" Tsurumaru had laughed back then, twirling around and showing them off... all while speaking to the saniwa privately more and more as the weeks went on. Their conversations were a secret; not even the secretary or those close to them knew what they talked about but all anyone knew was that the conversations were happening more frequently and the air after speaking was becoming heavier.
And then he'd stopped being put on rotation. He stopped going on assignments at first and then he stopped sparring with others. Eventually, he stopped working in the fields and the stables until he had nothing to do. It was probably for the best considering... things were beginning to change.
It started with a heavy weight that he thought was just his body adjusting to his new great wings but then he'd started to feel cold more frequently, his body began to ache, and he never seemed to have much of an appetite. His mood began to worsen and he started withdraw from others more and more, preferring to be alone like right now.
Alone in a separate room, he thinks about how heavy and tired he feels these days. It'll only get worst and the saniwa is no where closer to knowing what to do. They'd talked about removing the wings by force but since they'd seemed to be actually attached to him... no one was sure how his body would react. It was something they would have to save until the last minute. The'd agreed on that. But they'd never agreed on who would do it which was probably for the best.
He wouldnn't let anyone else do it.
He reaches out for his sword and thin fingers curl around the handle as he tries to remove the blade from the sheath. It's heavy. His sword has never felt this heavy before and he's barely able to draw it before he drops it onto the tatami and...
Lays down on the floor, large wings draping over him limply.)
Ah...
(He waited too long.)
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But gradually, he noticed the changes. How Tsurumaru get assigned to duty and battle less and less. He seems to act... more distant than before. While Ookurikara knows he didn't know Tsurumaru the longest (that would be anyone from the Heian era), he does know Tsurumaru was always friendly and warm among the Date swords.
The Tsurumaru Kuninaga he's noticing lately is noticeably different from who he's used to. It's what finally got him to start moving. Ookurikara's been looking for Tsurumaru, resolving to confront him about this.]
Tsurumaru?
[Standing in front of the next room he's about to check, Ookurikara calls out for a moment. Before he slides the door open.]
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But for it to be Ookurikara... Tsurumaru knows Ookurikara is more sensitive than he lets on. He knows that if he saw him like this, he'd be hurt and worried. He definitely won't like this, Tsurumaru thinks and maybe it's for the best that he can't really call him or anything. It's best if Ookurikara doesn't see this.
Of course, when the door opens, Tsurumaru is there, lying down on the ground. It might even look like he's sleeping with the way the wings are wrapped around him. It's just that his arm is reached out for his sword still and Tsurumaru isn't the type to just leave his sword on the floor like that. It would usually be in a stand or placed neatly in front of him but this looks careless.
If Ookurikara comes around to see Tsurumaru's face, his eyes are open, clearly tired and not quite focused. It's hard to really even look up at him. It's too much effort. He also can't bring seem to get the energy to even smile at him like he usually would.)
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He get down to one knee and saw Tsurumaru's face. He frankly looks terrible. Clear concern shows on his own face, as Ookurikara softly calls out to Tsurumaru.]
Oi, Tsurumaru. What's wrong?
[He reaches out and place a hand on his shoulder.]
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With Ookurikara now in front of him, he can barely lift his head btu ah... the way his face looks? It makes him want to be strong and he manages the smallest smile up at him.)
Kara-bou...
(Even talking feels like too much effort,)
Nothing. (Everything.) I'm just... tired...
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[Absolutely nothing like a "normal" exhaustion he knows, such as physically from battles and tasks. Ookurikara gently press the back of his hand to Tsurumaru's forehead, just in case. His concerned eyes are glancing all over, from Tsurumaru's body to his face... and of course, those beautiful wings of his.]
What's...
[What's causing this? His first thoughts are the wings, as it matches the timing perfectly.]
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Ah, but it's a nice touch, he thinks. Ookurikara's hand feels so warm, he closes his eyes and he wants to lean into it more.
Ookurikara is a smart spirit, he knows he can figure out what's wrong just like he and the saniwa did. It's the wings-- the only thing about him that seems to be fine and he whispers,)
Don't I look like a crane?