[CLOSED] If the sharpest thing where you come is a blade of grass

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Who: Hijikata and the Bad Idea Bears
What: Souji has invited Yamato over to Hijikata's temple! Because they're clearly going to be friends forever and should do friend things. Like beat each other senseless sparring. Also Hijikata is most likely Concerned.
When: April 23rd?
Where: The Hachiman temple
Warnings: Violent, obsessed little punks. Possible mentions of Hijikatas past Trauma Conga Line, so death of friends, death of family, tuberculosis is awful, lots of violence.

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Souji has already decided that it's his mission to make Yamato feel better about things. Since they seem to naturally understand each other so well, it only makes sense, right? And he likes Ayumu already as well, and he'll be indirectly helping her out too, since she's the one taking care of Yamato for now (without reflecting on it, he automatically doesn't think of her as Yamato's God, not the way he defines it).

He also enjoys Yamato's company, and is really happy to have him over on a visit. This has manifested in a lot of giddy excitement which has been spilling over everywhere all day, and a lot of energy too, which he spends cleaning up and getting the ducks fed. He really doesn't like cleaning much - it's boring - but it's something that needs to be done, and right now he's even content in the chore, since it gives him something to occupy himself with.

Hijikata will no doubt have noticed his behavior, and Souji has of course told him that his friend is coming over, so it's not exactly hard to pinpoint the cause. Souji is certain that they'll get along fine, anyway, since he and Yamato are so very alike. That only makes sense.

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[Of course he follows. He might as well be able to consciously stop his heart than not do so. It's an indescribable sensation, the beauty and the rhythm of the kata before blended together with brutality and speed, with the quick and dirty mathematics of necessity, and how is he supposed to be able to stop that?

Yamato anticipates his attack, of course, but while the distance had granted him a respite, it also grants Souji a split second to slightly alter his tactic. He can't really strike from a different angle, not with his own momentum and with Yamato down low and blocking with a naked blade. But he angles the way his practice sword comes down against it so that at least comes down against the dull back of the blade, momentarily locking against the tsuba. With that added leverage, and with the tip of the blade lowered just enough from the impact, he's able to fling himself over Yamato.

For a moment he's facing away from Yamato, his balance questionable, so he doesn't really have much of a choice but to whip around and aim another strike against Yamato's head in an attempt to throw him off his balance too.]

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[Crack.

Yamato no Kami Yasusada was never the strongest sword in the Citadel. Nor was he ever the fastest. Strong enough, yes, fast enough until he wasn't, until the day came that he, just like his beautiful partner, failed to protect what was necessary. Yamato's always been as much of a student as he's been a teacher--his classes have always involved learning on his end, too, open and encouraging in a way that never would've passed for a "real" class.

He's too slow, or maybe the angle is wrong, or maybe everything just comes together perfectly enough for Souji to land his strike. Yamato turns into it, and as a result, he gets a nice whack directly against his head and his cheek, sending him sprawling with a yelp. The impact dazes him momentarily, and his sword almost, almost clatters out of his hand, but it doesn't. There's probably going to be a nick in the floor, though.]

Nngh... [Gingerly, he raises a hand to touch his face; yeah, that's going to bruise. But then he laughs, gently laying his head back down on the floor.] That was amazing, Souji-kun!

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[There is a moment still when he stands over Yamato, the practice sword raised, his eyes blank, as if he's still analyzing the threat. As if he's waiting for the next move, or the opening to deliver a finishing blow.

Then Yamato speaks, and he slowly comes back to himself. Blinks, lowering the threatening implement, returning it to being just an instrument for training and nothing more. He lets it fall to the floor a moment later, the clatter almost deafening in the silence.

Then he lets out a soft laugh and falls to his knees, gentle hands reaching out and cradling Yamato's face, lifting his chin so he can get a look at the bruise.]

You were amazing too. I'm so happy we could do that. [He doesn't apologize, because he knows that Yamato wouldn't want him to anyway.] Does it hurt a lot?

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[If Souji had chosen to attack, Yamato wouldn't have held it against him. He knows what it's like to have your blood boiling--if he'd been the one to strike Souji down, there's no telling when he would've decided to pull back, if he did it at all. An enemy certainly wouldn't, and that's the whole point of this. For a sword shinki, practice like this isn't just about spending time with a good friend, or even studying good battle techniques; it's part of honing and sharpening his very existence. He'll never surpass his limits if he isn't pushed to them, and how could he ever fault Souji for granting him that opportunity?

He lets Souji reach for him and touch his face without complaint, gratitude and happiness and something else, something even Yamato couldn't have identified, shining in his eyes.]

No, [He says, even as he realizes his eyes are watering, spilling ever so slightly out down his cheeks and onto Souji's hand. That's odd.] it feels wonderful.

[It's a weird thing to say, but Yamato's a weird guy. He smiles, and in truth, his face is a little tender--he's got a nice red mark where the bruise will probably form, and he'll be lucky not to have a headache later on. But it's a good pain, and he doesn't mind.] Nobody else here knows the way I fight like you do, isn't that funny?

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[Yamato is pretty weird, yes. But Souji doesn't mind - probably because even though their weirdness isn't exactly the same kind, it's certainly the same brand at the very least.

Gently, he brushes away the tears from Yamato's cheeks, laughing a bit as he does so.]

Good. I'd be worried about these otherwise. [He holds up a wet finger.] But you're feeling happy, right? So it's those kind of tears.

[He's not sure exactly why, and not certain that Yamato knows why either, but that doesn't really matter. In this place, at this time, they understand each other and themselves well enough to know that they're happy, that they are exactly what they're supposed to be. Compared to that, everything else is unimportant.]

I guess... since we're almost exactly the same kind of weapon, and we feel the same way about being Shinki, maybe that only makes sense? [He hesitates, and then adds cautiously, trying not to talk about it too directly:] It's not good to think about whatever happened before we came here. I try not to. But I think... somehow there is something tying us together. That isn't a bad thing to think, right?

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[He's not sure what he's feeling, honestly. It's nothing so simple as "happy" or "sad", or even "hurt", in the physical sense. But Souji looks happy, and that's enough, so he nods anyway.

The past... it's dangerous. Something in his core tells him that, and it's good to know that Souji feels the same way. But he can't deny that it calls to him, in little ways and private moments. If there's something in their pasts that connects them... is it really so bad to want to know what it might be?

But those are thoughts for later, when he's alone. For now, he just nods again, offering Souji a bright smile.]

No matter what it is, I'm glad for it! [He's not glad Souji's dead, but having him here has made things so much easier to bear.] Thank you, Souji-kun.