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headshoulderbeesandtoes2015-09-05 03:18 am
hijiwanwan) wrote in headshoulderbeesandtoes2015-09-05 03:18 am
勿忘草 Scenario Meme
✿新撰組勿忘草MEME✿
So you managed to slink your way into the Shinsengumi HQ, huh? How did you do that: Talk to Kondo who's incredibly nice, open-minded, and welcoming is the usual way to go about it, unless you're feeling brave you could attempt to try to convince the Demon Vice-Captain, Hijikata that you can pull your own weight and be useful... Well, kudos! Now though, there's quite a lot of things to do around here- where shall you start?
SCENARIOS:
⓵ Explore! Might as well learn where everything is, right? This place can be overwhelming with all the rooms and troops running about doing their duties... Oh, oops. Did you just get lost?
⓶ The Garden: There's quite a lot of laundry to take care of, are you going to help or not? Maybe you just want to take a gander at all the beautiful plants (they look thirsty- should you water them?), or feed some stray cats that happen to drop by. It's a nice day, especially to relax but don't slack off for too long.
⓷ いただきまーす！The kitchen! If you're going to cook something you better be cooking for everyone else too! Hey- hey wait, you're not here to grab a snack, right?
⓸ The Stash: Looks like you need to talk to Kondo about something (or he needs to talk to you)... Wait, why is he not in his room? You peek at his desk out of curiosity. Looks like someone left their sweets on the desk, is this the infamous sweet-tooth that Hijikata complains about when concerning Kondo? If you take the extra mile to even open the desk you might find some more--...
⓹ If you do this you die: Or maybe Hijikata requires your presence? Maybe you just like to bother him? Wow, how nice of you. He's not in his room either... What a cluttered desk: papers everywhere, mostly work that's Shinsengumi related but what's this book with "Hogyoku" on it? If you open it up be prepared for an onslaught of awful Haikus if that's the case.
⓺ 町に行きたい: Of course, you don't have to be trapped in the headquarters all day, the town is pretty lovely anyway. It's crowded sometimes, so be careful. There's so many shops though, where do you want to go first? A sweet shop called Banrakuya opened recently, and there's always a long line at it (their bean paste wafers are quite good). There's always the sword shop, however inspect them carefully: you never know if you're being sold a fake or not! Maybe you want to shop for a gift? There's plenty of places to buy trinkets, and clothes.
⓻ まーまー祭りだ！Festival time! Are you going to slide down to town to join in the fun? Will you take someone with you and play festival games with them or eat some delicious candy apples? Dress in your favourite festival attire and go before you miss all the fun! Maybe later that night you can watch the fireworks as well.
⓼ Meet me in the HQ in 20 minutes for an ass kicking: Remember you're not here to have that much fun. Looks like you've been caught and was lectured about how your swordsmanship is lacking. Time to grab a shinai and practice! Perhaps you can find a good partner to help you while you're at it.
⓽ Any fin is possible if you put your mind to it: After finally getting use to your surroundings, it's time to explore a bit more outward. There's a lovely creek nearby. Do you sit down and just listen to the water flow, or maybe try to test your fishing skills? If anything, it could probably be a tasty dinner for later.
⓾ Wildcard! TBH... To be honest... tbh... Just do anything.
UGH.... you'll never learn.... and i love that :9
why does hijikata keep trying to deny this!! his cheeks puff as he sighs, reaching with a finger to poke at what of hijikata's face that he can reach, behind that sleeve. ] Nooo, no, I won't have any of that. You're lucky my arms are full — if you stuff your face with too much dango, I'll want to squish your cheeks, you know. Squish, squish, squish— until you accept what I say!
[ he's never been the kind of person to elaborate on his past (it's longwinded, a mouthful to say, and immensely demoralizing, but from that, tsurumaru leaves hijikata with one thing. ] Hijikata... I know that you're a man of his word, but if you ever decide that you need more blades than Izuminokami and Horikawa, well— to put it vaguely... Promise me that you won't ever steal swords, okay? Can you do that much for me? In a way, we're like humans: being kidnapped is pretty traumatizing to us.
[ technically, tsurumaru only steps ahead by a few feet before stopping, because it's hijikata that knows the rest of the way there, not him. he's all too willing to allow him to take the lead once more, trailing behind him, watching how the wind catches hijikata's haori by its threads and lifts it behind him like some cape.
in a way, it's more than just a little breathtaking. (but it's not as if he's going to say any of that out loud.)
once they reach the hill, tsurumaru sets what he's been carrying in his arms down on the grass, in a dry patch next to them, before looking out towards the lake; and it's clear from the way that his eyes brighten, and from the way that his jaw drops, and how he very much looks like a child at a candy store, that he's impressed with what he sees.
when he finally tears his gaze away, he finds hijikata sighing and complaining about his legs? hello? hello!! ] Aah, if you're complaining about your legs, then I'll carry you back. [ please don't take him up on this. he can't. he's going to die. rip, tsuru.
but he sits down quickly enough to catch the first fireworks, and once he does, he idly... very casually... pushes his weight towards the side, towards hijikata, leaning against his shoulder. ]
<___< maybe ill learn some day >___>
At his request though, there's a nod to affirm. ]
Steal? I would never. We're already called murderers just because we do our duty, I would never go out of my way to steal. Besides... I don't need any more blades, since the ones crafted for me do their jobs well enough.
[ Hijikata sets down the rice cakes he bought earlier, just in case if either of them get hungry again. Hijikata's going to try not to touch them because seriously... He's actually been spoiling himself more than usual during these festivals. It's kind of embarrassing actually, but he had fun? It probably was never evident on his face, but it was definitely enjoyable he has to admit. He scoffs at Tsurumaru's offer. ] Can you ever carry me? There's no way I'd allow you anyway.
[ Listen... As the strong vice captain he can't have other people carrying him around because his legs feel sore? He's just getting old. It's fine, he's use to it. There's a small 'oh' that leaves him from under his breath and he looks up when the first firework is finally set off into the sky. Hijikata finally begins to feel relaxed, allowing his shoulders to slack as he continues to watch fireworks light up the sky. ]
It's beautiful isn't it? Especially watching the lights reflect across the lake... Hm... Almost like watching flowers bloom in spring, but it's also like watching the cherry blossoms fall afterwards, huh. [ A peaceful smile is on his features, and he nods once as he says this. That's a good one... Mental note for poetry writing later... There's a small pause and he speaks again. ]
Hey, look up. No, you idiot, this way. [ Hijikata shifts towards Tsurumaru, taking his chin in his own hand and lifting it to angle it slightly. First a kiss, lips touching then separating immediately. There's a beat before Hijikata angles his own head and deepens that kiss, with the noises of the fireworks setting off in a steady beat it feels as if it lasted longer than intended almost. Then he finally pulls away in silence. ]
UGH I TURNED INTO A CHEESE how dare you
[ but the first sparks of the firecrackers catch his attention then, as they light up the dark; there's amazement reflected in his eyes, and he's slowly reaching for a small piece of rice cake set down on the plate, squishing it between his fingers before he takes a bite, then two, then five, until the cake in his hand is gone in under thirty seconds, leaving his fingertips faintly powdered. ]
You know, Hiji... [ a pause. ] Humans love that, don't they? Everything that happens in springtime: flowers blooming, the cherry blossom viewings. I think that... when humans love something so much, we grow to love it too, just as much. [ although he gives a gentle, irrepressible laugh afterwards, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, and it's clear that he's found this amusing, and a bit heartwarming, as well. his gaze will still rest on the water's surface, trying to see what hijikata sees: a splendidly saturated landscape of the colors that light up the night sky; in a sense, it's truly something.
and naturally, when hijikata asks him to look up, tsurumaru looks towards the sky, because that's what any normal person would do. where else is up??? still, even he surprises himself with how he doesn't flinch at his touch, allowing his chin to be lifted, though he voices some initial confusion: ]
What are y—
[ he doesn't have time to finish his sentence, as he's cut off— it takes him a second or two for his mind to catch up; but once it does, he finds that he's far from being opposed to it, tilting his head to the side, fingers slowly reaching to grasp handfuls of black cloth and to pull him closer. (and maybe, just maybe, it's because of the dango, or something else altogether, but hijikata tastes sweet, dizzyingly sweet— it fills his lungs and his mind like fire, and he wouldn't mind breathing this in and out for the rest of his life—)
he's almost a bit disappointed when they break away, eyes slowly lifting, resting somewhere beneath hijikata's gaze, because even with the light of the fireworks, he's grateful that the night hides the way that his cheeks have probably turned ten shades darker. still, he rebounds quickly — and there's soon a playful smirk that rests across his expression, pressing two of his fingertips against his lips, because even as he asks, he already knows the answer, and it's not down the path that he's purposely leading hijikata. ]
My, my— do most masters kiss their swords like this?
mission accomplished >:) ur weak tsuru….. time to be tsu(ru)yoi
[ So, good luck later Tsurumaru!
Though, after the kiss silence falls for a few moments, allowing the firecrackers to pop in a soothing rhythm. Hijikata doesn't tear his gaze away from Tsurumaru's face but he just observes the other's reaction (as much as the night allows). At Tsurumaru's words, Hijikata only matches his smirk and shifts his weight to inch closer to the sword. ]
Of course not, don't be silly. [ Playful words match the teasing smirk on his features. ] Besides, your master is that Saniwa person, am I correct? Though, it has a nice ring to it. You're my dog anyway. [ A light chuckle leaves his lips- wow, way to ruin the moment! ]
Ah, but… [ Hijikata leans close to the other's cheek with his hand holding his chin like before to hold him close. Lips hover over Tsurumaru's skin for a moment. His voice falls into a low whisper, almost predatory as if his next move would be an attack- yet it contradicts his actual minimal and gentle movements: ] You enjoy this, don't you? I know every time I do this your skin warms up. [ Lips finally meet with Tsurumaru's skin, feeling the warmth of his cheek with his brief pause and then there's a gentle kiss. With that, he lets go, the amused expression not failing to leave from his face. ]
You're easy to read, but don't get me wrong. It's not bad, I like it but you'll have to get use to it sooner or later.
UGH my stats are bad for a tachi i can't be tsuyoi... unless you train me :^)
his gaze flickers up, meeting hijikata's eyes as he asks: ] If 'master' won't do, then what should I call you? What should I refer to you as? [ he pauses, waiting expectantly — because he's genuinely curious! it's something he's wanted to know for a long, long time.
either way, it's odd — how used to hijikata's touch that he's become, watching him idly as his hand rests on his chin once more, pulling him closer; and tsurumaru obliges, leaning forward. and when he feels lips press a kiss against his cheek, he shuts his eyes, almost instinctively, feeling something in his chest tighten — is this what they call excitement? (he'll open them again, once the warmth leaves that side of his face, to check that this isn't a dream, to check that when he looks at the world again, it's the same blur of lights and darkness and forest and hills and hijikata.) ]
Look, when it's you, it's not as if I can help liking it—
[ almost immediately, there's an indignant scoff that leaves him, which doesn't help him out, exactly — when hijikata lets go, the embarrassment written plainly across his face far worse than before, because he's no stranger to harsh treatment (you can always be repaired, a family had told him, a century prior to this one); gentle gestures, on the other hand, are more out of his domain.
to calm himself, he takes a deep breath; and while tsurumaru can still hear his heartbeat in his ears, quickening ever so slowly, he's adaptable, if anything. grasping the situation one more, he tilts his head to the side, his expression somewhere between a grin and a leer. ]
Then, if you want me to get used to it... you'll have to do this to me more often — kiss me more often, until it's all I think about.
ugh... well i guess ill train you.. its my forte anywey
Oh, how the sudden shift of his expression almost catches Hijikata completely off-guard. Yet, he doesn't show it, only matches the expression slightly feeling rather superior from Tsurumaru's previous comment. Still, he feels a sense of ambition and perhaps eagerness begin to boil deep down as that leer in Tsurumaru's gaze and the daring words almost challenge Hijikata.
And if there's one thing he usually does is never back down. At the feeling of his own heart speeding up just a bit he exhales, and finally says something- meanwhile his arm finds it way, slinking around Tsurumaru's back to close whatever distance is left. ]
Hmm... I'm called a lot of things, honestly. [ To a point where he might not care so much. He has his fair share of nicknames given to him... Though, mostly he's referred to with respect or something that goes along with his reputation of a demon- teasing or with fear struck into the heart of whoever dares to say it. ]
Come closer. [ He has to press a thumb against Tsurumaru's chin to tilt it down to reach now. Angling his head a bit, allowing his lips to glide across the other's and locking into another gentle kiss but Hijikata finds himself closing his eyes. The thumb travels down Tsurumaru's neck, a finger wrapping gingerly around the golden accessory and giving it a single tug. Pressing forward to deepen the kiss, it almost feels like time stops; the firing off of the fireworks, while disruptive maybe, actually calms him more than anything but it contradicts the faster pumps of his heart in his chest. He feels the oxygen leave his lungs almost too quickly as he holds the kiss for longer than he imagined, with that he finally pulls back but only a bit to where his lips only hover beneath Tsurumaru's. Between small breaths he speaks in a low whisper again: ]
So... Tell me, [ Starting from his lips, down his chin he leaves a trail of small kisses. On his neck he nibbles against the soft skin, occasionally even scraping his teeth against it too. ] how do you feel when I do this, what do you want... What do you want to call me?
Don't think about it too long. First thing that comes to your mind.
ugh... it's what you're best at... hangs up Collaring Ph. D on your wall
he lets out a gasp when the golden accessory at his neck is yanked, voicing some kind of muffled involuntary protest, inhaling air from hijikata's lungs directly, to compensate how his breath cuts. (and there's a part of him that wishes hijikata would do it again, until he can't breathe anymore— but that'd be asking for too much, he thinks, so tsurumaru resigns for merely grabbing small bunches of black fabric and tugging insistently, because while swords don't need oxygen, really — humans do.)
when hijikata pulls away, tsurumaru's chest feels as if it's on fire, and he doesn't doubt that it's the same way for hijikata. with him hovering less than a centimeter from his face, tsurumaru opens his eyes then, seeing his own gaze reflected in hijikata's; and he comes to the startling realization that he's close — close, in the way that tsurumaru's spent almost his entire life fearing, but maybe it's because of the unique circumstances that had preceded this — maybe it's because of more things than he can think about at this moment, his head spinning with more thoughts than he can comprehend—
but for the first time in eight hundred years, tsurumaru allows himself to ask for what he truly wants, and when he speaks up again, it's full of determination, and even through the sound of the fireworks, his voice is audible. ]
I want you to want me. I want you to look at me, and tell me that I belong to you— and I want you to mean it. I want to belong to you more than I want to belong to the Saniwa.
[ naturally, it comes out a little stifled, with quiet gasps and whines sprinkled in between, as he tilts his neck towards the side, fingers curling into the edges of hijikata's robe; because while he isn't going to admit it as clear as day, he likes this attention — it makes him feel spoiled, it makes him feel valued, and he revels in it, until he's absolutely certain that no amount of adjusting the chains at his neck will hide the darker marks left behind. tsurumaru moves afterwards, separating until he can gently cup hijikata's cheeks with his hands, then leans in, bumping his forehead against his.
he doesn't take too long to think, because truthfully, it's already been something on his mind for a while — while tsurumaru can come up with variations of the name hijikata until the world ends, chopping off letters here and there to piece together tinier nicknames, that's only half. so, tsurumaru finally says it — slowly, deliberately, like a child pronouncing a word for the very first time. ]
Toshizou.
[ and, beaming proudly like the child who's pronounced it correctly on its first try, yellow eyes glowing with delight: ] That's your first name, isn't it?
TOCUHES HELL I GOT EXCITED AND I DOKI'D A LOT puts u in a box good byei m gone how dare u
So when Tsurumaru gently cups his cheeks, it was almost embarrassing- the fact that the other could feel how much he warmed up in the last few moments. Hijikata has to take a moment to gather a few breaths to calm himself and take a grasp of the situation before putting a smirk on his features. ] Haah... I got too carried away, didn't I? [ Well, he's only human.
However, he's actually genuinely surprised at how Tsurumaru addresses him. It isn't a nickname but it felt comforting almost; familiar too. Hijikata responds with a few blinks, and that smirk fades into a gentle smile. ]
You're right. That's not bad either... But you're seriously like a child. Say it again.
[ Should he really listen to Tsurumaru's pleads earlier, is what he begins to wonder. There's a twinge in his heart, an uncertainty he began to feel: "You are mine. My dog. Don't leave my side. Don't go." is what he desperately wishes to say. His grip tightens around the white fabric, like a desperate lock to make sure Tsurumaru can't move away. He's silent, and he finally sighs. ]
Hey... Let's stay like this for a little bit longer. Just don't leave, alright?