Shinsenvember: Bakemono
“Do you think he really is?”
“Don’t be an idiot, Heisuke,” Shinpachi said over the rim of his sake cup before drinking its contents.
Shinpachi’s utterance was swiftly followed by a cuff to the back of the head courtesy of Harada. Heisuke yelped and rubbed at the sore spot, muttering obscenities towards the aggressor. Shinpachi watched the exchange silently as he filled his sake cup once more and used another sip to hide a smile.
The trio were gathered in Shimabara to enjoy a few free hours drinking sake, and Shinpachi had hoped they would avoid talking about work, even if it did consume their lives. It was so like Heisuke to bring up sore subjects when all they wanted to do was have fun.
“I thought we said no talking about what goes on in the compound,” Harada reinforced.
“Yeah, but…I wasn’t going to talk about…I just wanted to talk about Hijikata-san’s nickname!”
Heisuke peered at both of the men, a light blush dusting his cheeks. “We all know he’s strict and can be a terror when he’s angry, but…I mean, there has to be more to it, right? So…do you think he’s a real Oni?”
Shinpachi hummed thoughtfully as Harada frowned. In any other circumstance, Shinpachi would have laughed off Heisuke’s question and chalked it up to a young man’s overactive imagination, but now…
Now, they were dealing with a new medicine they were ordered to experiment with. Shinpachi has borne witness to the effects of the red elixir, and his belief that Oni didn’t exist was now in doubt. If the old stories were true, then what they were creating would verify the existence of such creatures. It made a shiver crawl down his spine.
“Just because we have that stuff doesn’t mean Hijikata-san is like them,” Harada replied.
“Then why is he so insistent on using it?” Heisuke’s tone was petulant.
There wasn’t a ready answer. Shinpachi wasn’t even sure what Hijikata was thinking. It wasn’t in his nature to share his thoughts with his subordinates. Which was rather irritating to him. If only Hijikata realized that if he was a little more transparent, it would foster more trust among him and the captains.
“I don’t know, but it’s no use dwelling on this when we have perfectly good sake to drink,” Harada said with a smile as he poured himself a draught.
Heisuke didn’t look convinced. “I guess.”
Shinpachi shoved his own serious thoughts aside and grinned as he helped himself to more sake. “I think as long as Hijikata-san hasn’t taken the stuff, we can be certain he’s not a real Oni.”