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thenearshore2018-04-30 08:21 pm
koukai_kirai) wrote in thenearshore2018-04-30 08:21 pm
Beware, beware, beware of the naked man [Open, backdated]
Who: Hijikata and You! (Plus Hijikata and Souji]
When: Backdated to November 10th, before the disappearances
Where: Just off a path on the Far Shore, evening
What: Some assholeshinki steals Hijikata's clothes for giggles.
Warnings: Comedic nudity, extensive profane kvetching. Things might or might not get a little PG-13 in the closed thread with Souji, depending on how that goes.
[I. Far Shore, evening]
Fuck.
[This started as such a nice evening.]
[Ayakashi-hunting was good, and his usual training went well afterwards. A late-night stroll took him slightly off the path, where he made an interesting find - a natural hot spring, pleasant to the touch and a safe temperature for bathing. The cool weather and his sore muscles made a persuasive case for taking a little dip to test it out, and he spent a pleasant hour there, stargazing through the steam of the spring and the gaps in the autumn leaves, letting the heat take some of the ever-present tension out of him. It's getting pretty late, though, and he ought to get back to his temple for the evening, so he stretches out a bit, looks back the way he came...]
[And realizes, to his immediate displeasure, that his clothes aren't where he left them.]
[For just an instant, he glimpses a little curly tail disappearing into the woods, hears the sound of piglet grunts and muffled giggling, but by the time he gives chase, it's too late. He finds himself back at the edge of the path he abandoned an hour ago, with another horrible realization on his hands:]
[Someone's coming, and it doesn't sound like Souji.]
[That someone might get the sense, as Hijikata hides behind a tree and tries to figure out what to do now, that someone is lingering nearby. Or perhaps, if they listen, they might just hear someone muttering indignantly:]
Maybe I should just make a run for it...
[II. Later, closed to Souji]
[It takes nearly until dawn to make it back to his temple, and when he does, he finds the culprit waiting for him, his yukata folded neatly beside him.]
[(He doesn't even feel guilty, the little bastard. Not a hint of a sting.)]
[Still stark naked, Hijikata stalks across the main courtyard towards his shinki, his voice dropping to a low, threatening growl.]
Souji...
When: Backdated to November 10th, before the disappearances
Where: Just off a path on the Far Shore, evening
What: Some asshole
Warnings: Comedic nudity, extensive profane kvetching. Things might or might not get a little PG-13 in the closed thread with Souji, depending on how that goes.
[I. Far Shore, evening]
Fuck.
[This started as such a nice evening.]
[Ayakashi-hunting was good, and his usual training went well afterwards. A late-night stroll took him slightly off the path, where he made an interesting find - a natural hot spring, pleasant to the touch and a safe temperature for bathing. The cool weather and his sore muscles made a persuasive case for taking a little dip to test it out, and he spent a pleasant hour there, stargazing through the steam of the spring and the gaps in the autumn leaves, letting the heat take some of the ever-present tension out of him. It's getting pretty late, though, and he ought to get back to his temple for the evening, so he stretches out a bit, looks back the way he came...]
[And realizes, to his immediate displeasure, that his clothes aren't where he left them.]
[For just an instant, he glimpses a little curly tail disappearing into the woods, hears the sound of piglet grunts and muffled giggling, but by the time he gives chase, it's too late. He finds himself back at the edge of the path he abandoned an hour ago, with another horrible realization on his hands:]
[Someone's coming, and it doesn't sound like Souji.]
[That someone might get the sense, as Hijikata hides behind a tree and tries to figure out what to do now, that someone is lingering nearby. Or perhaps, if they listen, they might just hear someone muttering indignantly:]
Maybe I should just make a run for it...
[II. Later, closed to Souji]
[It takes nearly until dawn to make it back to his temple, and when he does, he finds the culprit waiting for him, his yukata folded neatly beside him.]
[(He doesn't even feel guilty, the little bastard. Not a hint of a sting.)]
[Still stark naked, Hijikata stalks across the main courtyard towards his shinki, his voice dropping to a low, threatening growl.]
Souji...
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I just figured he wanted to get away from me. We didn't see eye to eye on a number of things. I suppose I got the sense he was uncomfortable with me around, too. It's hard to work for someone who doesn't trust you and be happy in that arrangement.
[Maybe Hakkai had been trying to protect her but it's hard not to read it as him not trusting her competence, judgment, or capabilities to some degree, at least, as well.]