None whatsoever, before you asked. To be perfectly honest, I haven’t spent a great deal of time considering that, not even after Sakamoto’s route tried really hard to get me to do so. It’s just not something I want to think about…
The Nagumo family is stated to have been especially interested in Chizuru due to her potential for bearing children. Therefore, she would undoubtedly be forced into an arranged marriage with Kazama the moment she came of age.
Both Kaoru and Chizuru are fully aware of their heritage. Even if Chizuru’s memories are hazy, she is still raised as a demon among demons. Having been raised apart from humans and with the knowledge of the Yukimura genocide, she may not empathize with them as readily as her canon counterpart.
As for Kaoru, I have my doubts as to whether Kodo would bother taking him under his wing, since his interest in Chizuru also seems to have much to do with her status as a female demon. Therefore, it is entirely possible that Kaoru spends the first part of his life as a street urchin in Edo, either because Kodo doesn’t bother saving him or because he runs away of his own volition (probably after Kodo goes ahead and hands her over to the Nagumo without giving him a say).
Kaoru’s primary mission is to rescue his sister, but his secondary mission is a bit more complex. Free of the Nagumo family’s debt and influence, I can actually see him actively supporting the shogunate over the imperial army, since the Satchou were responsible for razing the Yukimura village. Although his ambition would ultimately be to destroy all humans, he resolves to start with the Satchou and then turn on the shogunate once victory is assured.
The thing is, in order to be able to save his sister and take his revenge, he’ll have to become much stronger first, worthy of his title as head of the Yukimura clan. To become stronger, he’ll have to train until he’s capable of using Daitsuren. And which is one of the only dojos in Edo known to take in young, unproven strangers off the streets? That’s right: Shiei Hall.
…Gods help me, I kind of want to write this now… Thanks so much for forcing me to think about this!!
Headcanons it is! Thank goodness I left this in my inbox as a distraction…
He’s a definite workaholic. Doesn’t know how to take breaks and constantly works overtime, even volunteering when his best-friend-and-also-boss Kondou tried to cut him off by saying he couldn’t pay him. He’s not in this for the money. Usually, it takes some careful cajoling, imposition of leisurely obligations, and/or pulling rank to get him to rest.
As part of the above, he also has a bad habit of forgetting to eat, which he flatly refuses to acknowledge. The thing is, his temper gets even shorter when he’s hungry, so his friends all collaborate to remind him to eat in a gesture of self-preservation. Sometimes, on his more stubborn days, Chizuru has to resort to surreptitiously leaving snacks on his desk.
If something goes wrong during his work for any reason, he’s typically the one to deal with it on an administrative level. And if he goes on the warpath, believe me, he’s a customer service representative’s worst nightmare. He’s incredibly adept at playing the bad cop to Kondou’s good in any situation, but especially in striking deals and fixing problems.
Despite making no effort to appeal to anyone in a romantic or sexual sense—less because he doesn’t want to, and more because he knows he can’t maintain a relationship while he’s so married to his work—he is popular, especially among women, due to his paradoxically intriguing frankness and mystique. However, if they offer him any contact information, he will politely decline.
When Sen meets Kazama for the first time, the only things she knows about him she heard from her best friend Chizuru. Since she knows he’s been hitting on her, even though she clearly has no interest in him, Sen decides to accompany Chizuru to her usual hangout. Thus, Sen wears her sexiest outfit with the explicit intention of drawing Kazama’s attention away from her best friend. It may take a bit of convincing, but she absolutely succeeds.
Their relationship starts out based exclusively on their physical attraction to one another, and though Chizuru tells Sen that she really doesn’t have to follow through like that just for her sake, Sen clarifies that she has been “getting rather lonely”. Thus, passing through all the stages of messing around, the two of them slowly devolve into… I guess you might call them enemies-with-benefits?
The first time they have actual sex, Sen takes Kazama’s virginity. Though she has her suspicions, he’s done his research well enough beforehand that she isn’t certain… and in any case, he never confirms it outright.
Although they approach their connection in a spirit of pure physicality at first, they do gradually come to respect one another, and their opinions align in little ways. This usually manifests in subtle jealousy on both sides, more and more common as their feelings slowly develop, although Kazama soon learns the hard way not to be possessive outright and Sen is firmly in denial of her own jealous tendencies.
Their dynamic overall is characterized by dominance games, distrust, and denial. Sex is their only outlet for all the emotions that they feel they cannot express in other contexts, from anger to their developing love—sometimes all mixed together into a volatile combination that has a tendency to explode in interesting ways.
Also, I’m not even sorry, but half-dressed formal-attire KazaSen backseat car sex (probably bc they’ve been teasing one another at a boring upper-class gathering all night and can’t keep their hands off one another a moment longer) is one of the hottest mental images I have ever had.
On a related note, you should definitely read this story! It’s more than a year old [and with no sign of continuation at that…], but it’s the reason why I have dance headcanons for everyone! And there’s also this half-formed idea to work with. Yeah, I’ve thought about this one a lot before.
Somehow, Las Vegas is the perfect backdrop for him…
He can’t resist a good gamble, official or unofficial. Unfortunately, he also happens to be the embodiment of this text post, which… doesn’t work out too well for him most of the time.
He has a bad habit of forgetting to wear ear protection around loud noises, like whenever he works with power tools or goes to concerts. He insists it’s fine, but compared to his friends, his hearing is in fact a littlebit the worse for wear.
He doesn’t like to admit it, but of all the Shinsengumi, he’s among the most technologically incompetent. He’s handy in mechanical areas—like, he can absolutely fix a car, no problem—but if you ever try to text him, don’t expect him to get back to you within the week. He spaces out his notifications and hates trying to type on a phone keyboard.
His drinking habits haven’t changed since the 19th century, and he still doesn’t know his limit. And his flirtation habits haven’t changed, either. He has about the same measure of success… which is to say, next to none. Better luck next time, my dude.
He’s usually the ringleader in getting everyone else to go out and about, for better or worse. On the one hand, it drags out the introverts among them and gives everyone the opportunity to relax and unwind in good company. On the other hand, he can come across pretty overbearing, and not everyone is down to relax and unwind in quite the same way he recommends.
Yeah, he dances too, but… not very well. I’ve linked the post in the last couple modern AU headcanons, though, so you’ll have to either check those out or take my word for it.
Yup, I meant headcanons ! But you can write random headcanons for modern au Saito if it's easier for you (just like you did with Heisuke). Anything with Saito really! I love your Saito headcanons ^^
Hmm, let’s see here… why not a mixture of both:
Saito is incredibly frugal. Like, seriously, if there’s one thing he knows, it’s how to budget both money and energy effectively. If anything, he’s a little too uptight about spending either one. In fact, he has a habit of completely spacing out how much he enjoys other people’s company, so his instinct is to isolate until his friends drag him out with obligations and the occasional guilt-trip. (And yes, I think—due in large part to the others’ intervention—he dancestoo.)
The first time Saito starts realizing that Chizuru is Different™ is when he is assigned to tutor her in some subject she doesn’t understand, but she keeps effortlessly derailing him. It isn’t even her fault; she’s legitimately trying to focus, but he just keeps getting distracted for reasons he doesn’t understand. Yet, despite coming to the conclusion that he’s not the best fit for her as a tutor, he can’t bring himself to terminate their arrangement since he likes spending that extra time with her. It still takes him awhile after that for him to admit the reason to himself, though.
Nobody actually knows Saito and Chizuru are dating for some time. They have their suspicions, but they’re not confirmed till they happen to catch them holding hands in an extremely rare public display of affection. It’s not like they tried to keep their relationship a secret, so much as it totally slipped Saito’s mind that maybe, just maybe, his friends would be interested in his relationship status, and Chizuru didn’t say anything since she figured it was Saito’s prerogative to tell the Shinsengumi group.
Saito tends to completely ignore conventional romantic gestures and expectations, preferring to operate based on what makes him and Chizuru comfortable. Chizuru, of course, is fine with moving at whatever pace he sets and relieved that he takes her comfort zone so much into consideration, although it can also be a little wearing on her since she doesn’t have a clear set of expectations to fulfill.
Going off the above, Saito’s idea of a good date is taking Chizuru [window] shopping… especially at antique or cutlery stores, on the pretense of being interested in history or needing kitchen utensils, but Chizuru knows he’s really got his eyes on the swords. But that doesn’t matter to her, as long as he’s happy; she enjoys looking at antiques and kitchen utensils, too.
Reading my mind much?? I was just thinking about modern Heisuke…
His favorite drink is coffee, which he takes with way too much sugar and no cream at all. (He feels that the other guys would tease him if they realized that he can’t stand to drink it black, and sugar is easier to mix in surreptitiously.) His second favorite drinks are various sodas, but he has a special weakness for Coca-Cola.
He’s nowhere near as bad as Shinpachi in the gambling department, but he does have a weakness for more minor risks. Mostly, this manifests as lots of small bets and dares, which he will sometimes make all by himself to use as motivation.
He makes it a point to exercise every day in order to keep in shape and eventually become physically stronger, but is so undisciplined that his definition of “exercise” varies day to day. For instance, sometimes he goes for a morning jog (but not too early in the morning!), sometimes he just does crunches in front of the TV… and sometimes, if his friends are going out too, hedances.
He likes to think of himself as a badass in terms of music taste, and thus listens to a lot of songs along the rock spectrum, but… after dipping into the Beatles during an excursion into more classic rock, he discovered that he also has a serious weakness for saccharine love songs. Because of that, he likes most of their early stuff, such as “Love Me Do” and “I Want to Hold Your Hand”. (But his favorite and the one I associate most with HeiChi is “I Should Have Known Better”.) He’s since worked really hard to memorize and pronounce the words, and likes to sing along, but only when he thinks no one else is listening.
Can I request how Amagiri would react to Kimigiku telling him she is with child?
I’m all fanfic’d out, so unfortunately I can’t illustrate this, but I think the best way to describe it is “quietly ecstatic”.
Amagiri and Kimigiku have been married for some time, and while they haven’t been trying for a baby as frequently as Kazama and Sen, having children is definitely one of their priorities. However, after several months with no success, it’s beginning to wear on them both enough that they’re considering readjusting their pacing/strategy. But now there’s no need for that, as their prayers have been answered. Kimigiku would be tactful about letting Amagiri know, of course. She’d come up behind him one evening as he reads, putting her arms around him in a loving embrace, and whisper in his ear.
“I have good news,” she’d tell him. Amagiri wouldn’t even need to respond; she knows to take his silence as encouragement to continue. “You’re going to be a father.” And while it wouldn’t be a surprise since they have been trying, Amagiri can probably count on one hand the times his heart has ever skipped a beat like this. He’d set his book down slowly and turn to look at her, to find her eyes shining. This is what they’ve wanted: a scion for both their clans, and a family of their own.
Even though they both know he heard her perfectly well, he’d ask her, softly, to say it again, because of all the beautiful sounds that have passed through Kimigiku’s perfect lips, those words are some of the loveliest he’s heard yet. She’d oblige him, of course. And then they’d share a tender kiss in celebration of new beginnings, and discuss breaking the news to everyone else.
This is weird i know but could you write a scene where Souji is apologizing/makingit up to chizuru for saying hed kill her and to never show her face again during soujis unrequited end in kyoto winds? Im so upset over that ending and i need closure :,(
Note: Well, I sure hope you managed to get over that without my help, because a.) it’s been a damn long time, and b.) I can’t fulfill your request outright, only adapt it. Souji meant every word he said; that ending is unrequited for a reason.Any apology following it, much less making it up to her in any way, would be wildly out of character. If he meets her again, he will kill her, as per his word: that’s just the way it is.
“Chizuru-chan.”
“O-Okita-san?” sobbed Chizuru, getting to her feet as his voice reached her from a great distance. Had he come back for her? Or did he intend to murder her, as he had threatened? It didn’t matter. Lurching into motion, Chizuru ran toward the source of his voice, but her vision seemed to be failing.
Still, her heart’s desire was to return to Okita’s side, even if he killed her for it. She had no choice but to keep running. “Chizuru-chan!” His voice sounded more urgent, now, and gloom swallowed the alleyway even as Chizuru charged through it. This must be an effect of Kaoru’s furies, she thought, but even her impressions of the world around her seemed to be becoming hazier.
As she kept running, more and more frantic as darkness enveloped her surroundings, her body weakened, her breath shortened, and her heart pounded so that it shook her entire being. She had to get out of here. But the alleys interlocked in a labyrinthine pattern, a dusky maze from which there could be no escape. It was only a matter of time before—
Something grabbed her, half smothering her, hauling her elsewhere, and her scream drowned out whatever it was they said. She struggled, more and more desperately, but the world went dark… and then, suddenly, brightened.
Would you please consider doing a drabble where a geisha tried to engage Saito as from your Truth or Truth question: {As Harada finishes, all eyes turn to Saito. “I don’t really think of myself in value judgments like ‘good’ or ‘bad’, so deciding on a ‘best’ feature is difficult,” he sighs. “But I suppose… to take a leaf out of Sano’s book, the few geisha that have ever tried to engage me have commented on my eyes.”}
“If I may say so,” murmured a sensual voice, “you have beautiful eyes.”
Saito froze as his cup was refilled, the geisha’s presence lingering at his side, and his mind raced as he found himself at a loss for how to react. This was one of his first trips to Yoshiwara, and it was certainly the first time a woman had bent so near to address him. According to the rules of etiquette, he was sure thanks were in order, and perhaps reciprocation of some sort.
But what was he supposed to compliment? The finery of her kimono? The elegance of her hairdo? Her immaculately applied makeup? Come to think of it, ought he to compliment her at all? In an atmosphere like this, any such favorable response might have been taken as interest. She was plainly trying to engage him in a more intimate exchange, and he had hardly any money to spare—and even less curiosity. Yes, a simple thank-you ought to suffice…
But by the time he turned back to the geisha, she had already moved on.
Drabble Request! From the post shenanigumiDOTtumblrDOTcom_post_158321196104_shinpachi-andor-harada-do-you-think-chizuru-is Would you consider writing up a drabble about Shinpat and Harada "setting her straight"?????
Note: Sure! Here’s a link to the post in a more manageable format since I’m pretty sure people will need a refresher…
“Say, Chizuru-chan,” said a voice. “Do you have a moment?”
Startled, Chizuru jerked her head up from her stitching to find Nagakura standing in the open doorway. “Oh, Nagakura-san,” she greeted, dipping her head in something of a bow. Not too long ago, she would have thrown her sewing aside and scrambled to her feet, but she’s learned by now that most of the captains prefer that she not trouble herself. “Can I help you with anything?”
“Yeah, actually,” said Nagakura, but he seemed so uncertain that Chizuru hesitated rather than make even one more stitch. It was unusual for him to seek her out in the first place. “There’s something… I have to tell you.”
Chizuru bit her lip. This sounded serious. “Do you want to come in?”
But as soon as she made the offer, Nagakura shook his head wildly, holding out his hands as if in a gesture of surrender. “No!” he exclaimed. “No. No, I think this is close enough. I just thought you should know…” He cleared his throat, looking away, and Chizuru blinked a few times, increasingly more anxious. Was Nagakura feeling all right…?
There was a long enough silence that Chizuru went back to her stitching, but no sooner than she did so, than Nagakura spoke again, his voice high-pitched from strain: “You, uh,” he began, but faltered and coughed, looking away as the color rose inexplicably to his face, and his voice became a barely intelligible mumble. “You know you’re… really c-cute, right?”
If ever you feel like doing a prompt with Shiranui and Harada, I'd love to see what you come up with using "i bet you kiss your knuckles right before they touch my cheek"...
It all started when Shiranui’s elbow collided with Harada’s face.
Maybe it was an accident, and maybe it wasn’t, but one way or the other, Shiranui was going to pay. Harada’s face was no stranger to unexpected impacts, but he was usually able to shrug them off just fine. Thing was, after a day like he’d had, he wasn’t feeling as resilient as usual. In fact, he wasn’t feeling much of anything, anymore.
Shiranui didn’t seem to be trying to pick a fight, since Harada didn’t hear any taunts, so assessing the damage took priority over getting even. Slowly, Harada wiped his mouth, then ran his tongue along his teeth. That was definitely blood he was tasting, but at least he still had teeth. Given that Shiranui was possessed of demonic strength, that was a pleasant surprise.
Where’d he get off to, anyway? Cheek beginning to throb painfully—that lip would probably start getting fat real quick—Harada glanced around impatiently. Ordinarily, Shiranui never would’ve been able to land a hit that high up, since he was a few inches shorter than Harada, but he’d been getting up to go… somewhere. Outside? Already? Shit, was he seriously skipping out on the check?
Figures. The one time Harada ever agreed to have a drink with Shiranui, and the bastard ran out on him. Getting to his feet in a hurry, and making sure not to elbow his neighbor in the same way he’d just been hurt, Harada stormed outside. It wasn’t like Shiranui to miss the chance for a fight.
To his immense surprise, he discovered Shiranui staring up at the sky just outside. In the dark, Harada couldn’t see his expression, and his tone of voice was equally as inscrutable: “Hey,” he said, not turning to face him, and Harada curled his fingers into fists. “I thought you’d follow me.”
“Yeah,” said Harada, approaching, and came to a halt beside Shiranui. He didn’t seem interested in fighting, so there was plenty of time to prepare: he’d better make his first punch a good one. Raising his fingers to feel along his swelling lip, Harada winced at his increased sensitivity. Yeah, that wasn’t going to look too good once he got back into the light. He’d better call it a night as soon as he forced Shiranui to settle the tab.
Glancing sideways to assess his chances, Harada realized that Shiranui appeared perfectly unconcerned with his condition, and anger rose within him like the dragon of Shiranui’s tattoo. Acting on his previously suppressed impulse, Harada twisted sideways, throwing all his weight into his fist so that it slammed into the bridge of Shiranui’s nose at full force.
It was the only real hit he’d ever managed to land on a demon, and Harada was proud of himself for it. It was a solid strike, too; he could hear the bone crack. Shiranui yelped, raising his hands defensively to hold his nose in place as it healed with an odd crackling sound. (Damn, it’d be nice to have demon healing right about now. Swollen lips weren’t anything to scoff at.)
Assuming a defensive position, Harada braced himself for Shiranui to complain about how unsportsmanlike that was, or otherwise continue their fight and put on a show that would get them thrown out of Shimabara—but instead, his reaction was as far out of the blue as everything else he’d ever said: “You kissed your knuckles,” gasped Shiranui. “I saw you.”
Harada frowned, caught completely off-guard, before he realized what Shiranui was implying. “I was wiping mymouth,” hissed Harada. “Because you elbowed me in the fucking face.” And that shit hurt, he added privately to himself. Not that he’d ever admit as much to the man who did it.
“Did I?” returned Shiranui, giving his nose a couple experimental tweaks before deciding it was straight, and wiped the blood from his face with an unexpected grin. (Harada would have thought he’d be a little angrier about someone spilling his precious demon blood, but maybe not all demons were as weird about that as Kazama?) “Sorry, not sorry. Didn’t even notice.”
“You didn’t notice?” Bull-fucking-shit. He must have noticed. He’d been messing with him all night in less-than-subtle ways. Elbowing him accidentally-on-purpose was right in line with what he’d already been doing.
“I had other things to think about,” said Shiranui, shrugging, and turned toward Harada. Oddly, he looked completely in his element with a smear of blood still on his face. “Still do, actually, only you just gave me a reason to follow through. After all, I gotta get back at you for mussing up my face.”
Shiranui moved so fast Harada didn’t even have time to react, seizing his lapels and pulling him into a swift, shallow, and painful… kiss? What the actual fuck. Harada’s mind went blank for a second out of shock and disgust—albeit less of the latter than he expected—and he couldn’t even muster the strength to shove him away.
…Until Shiranui’s hands entered his hakama, anyway. That was when Harada’s automatic defenses activated, but they still kicked in a second too late. As gracefully as if they were dancing, Shiranui withdrew his hands and stepped back, standing a safe distance away to regard his confusion with an amused smirk and the hint of a crimson blush.
Clenching his fists as he felt himself flush too, Harada took a step forward in preparation to beat the shit out of Shiranui… when a coin fell through the leg of his hakama. Distracted by the clink, Harada looked down, registering for the first time the extremely uncomfortable sensation of metal coins jangling in his fundoshi. Had Shiranui seriously… just…?
Harada’s mind short-circuited, trying to process too many things all at once. The elbow in his face, the kiss, the hands, the sake pounding through his head… how was he supposed to deal with this? Weren’t demons hard enough to handle already?!
“That should be enough to cover both our tabs,” said Shiranui, eyes sparkling in the lantern-light. “I’d meant to stay a little longer, but I guess I got too clumsy and missed my chance. Oops.” He flashed the dumbfounded Harada another shit-eating grin, swaggering toward the gate. “I’ll see you around sometime, Harada. Maybe then we can finish what we started.”
Harada opened his mouth to ask whether he means the sake, the fistfight, or the kiss—but Shiranui only tossed him a last, roguish wink, and vanished on the spot.
Can I request a drabble kazama telling all the shinsengumi that he is still a virgin?
Note: HOO BOY GUESS WHO’S FINALLY GETTING BACK ON THE REQUEST TRAIN??? THAT WOULD BE ME, HELL YEAH!! Sorry it took literal months to work this out! (I’m making it my goal for the week to clear my inbox of all requests so I can actually handle new ones… please stand by.)
“Not again,” growled Hijikata, shifting his grip on his hiltas an unfortunately familiar shape emerged from the shadows. He didn’t have time for this bullshit. They’d justmoved into another compound, and he’d just finished coordinating with Saito tocheck in on the Guardians of the Imperial Tomb. The sooner he got back toreport to Kondou, the better… but it seemed someone was intent on thwartinghim.
…It seemed. Ratherthan immediately draw his sword, Kazama raised his hands in an entirelyunfamiliar gesture of surrender, so foreign in this form that Hijikata wonderedwhether it was an accident or meant something entirely different. But thevoice, and the words, said otherwise: “I’m just here to talk.”
Hijikata frowned, grip tightening on his sword. Why wouldKazama be here to talk? He’d raidedtheir last compound once, injured and killed several of their men, and made itquite clear that he had no interest in negotiations—not that the Shinsengumiwould have obliged him even if he had.
But it looked like Kazama really was alone this time, noother demons to support him, and Hijikata knew enough about his attitude toknow that lying wasn’t his style. Not that Hijikata planned on getting tooambitious, but it was nice to know he didn’t have any backup. “Take me to theothers,” added Kazama, not waiting for acknowledgment. “The more of your menyou bring, the fewer times I’ll have to repeat myself.”
I dare Toshi to tell Chizuru that he writes erotica about the two of them
Note: And because this and the request standing in my inbox both haveto do with Hijikata’s erotica, I’m going to make an executive decision anddouble-count this! Although I must apologize to the original requester a.) fornot answering it in the order I received it; and b.) for not including theirmarriage as part of the equation. I hope this suffices…
As Hijikata confronts Kazama, brandishing his bokuto, anotherinked petal catches in his hair… and he halts. Ordinarily, it would be of little consequence—but given the content of the last blossom, Hijikata is more than alittle suspicious. Sure enough, as he plucks the petal out of his hair andstares at it, he feels himself go pale. TellChizuru you write erotica about the two of you.
This is not, strictly speaking, true, or so he tells himself;he’s never for a moment imagined that it would actually work out between them.The characters may be based on them,but they’re not synonymous with their real selves.
“Hijikata-san,” says Chizuru, hesitantly, but she doesn’t seemable to restrain her curiosity or concern. “Are you all right…?” Hijikata cantell she wants more than anything to ask what the petal says, but she’s the last person he wants to know about his…hobby.
“Nothing a cup of sake or five won’t fix,” decides Hijikatafinally, gesturing toward the rest of the Shinsengumi. “Move.”
(Psst, I don’t know if you’ve ever played Truth or Dare, but you have to be more specific and tell him what to do! I made a post a little way back that lays out the context, so you can decide what’s realistic to ask.)
Note: Thanks to the original anon for breaking the ice on this request variety, and thanks to @piasa1 for further clarification! And I’m counting this as fulfilling my KazaChi request for flirtation, as well. For everyone else, this is the original post laying the groundwork and available characters, just for context.
The petal dropping into Chizuru’s lap shouldn’t surprise her, since she’s sitting at a sakura party, but she jumps as it falls—oddly heavy, as though weighed down with something more than ink.
She squints at the writing, and though the petal is too small for it to say much, she understands the implication of a command at once: Tell Kazama you are carrying his child. She freezes, eyes wide in horror, and a flush creeps along her cheeks as she stares at the petal. How can she tell a lie of such enormous magnitude…?!
Harada is the first to notice that something is wrong, nudging Nagakura and nodding Chizuru’s direction. “Hey, Chizuru,” he remarks, sidling over as gracefully as he can in a haze of half-drunkenness. “You okay there?”
Chizuru closes her hand over the petal instantly and shakes her head, then realizes that was the wrong answer and nods lamely instead. She can’t help but glance over at Kazama as she does so… but she accidentally meets his eyes, and jerks her face away as though he struck her. Why is he watching her so closely? Does he suspect something?!
could you do a Hijichi drabble where Hijikata is jealous/possessive for some reason? it's probably hard to visualize but seeing how Toshi is a taurus I don't think it's all that unrealistic (no offense to any taurus out there though)
Note: I’m answering the two drabble requests in my inbox out of order, yours first, purely because I have this burning urge to inform you that Hijikata is actually a Gemini. If anyone in Hakuōki is a Taurus, it’s Harada. (I have western-astrology headcanons for every character without known historical dates, but that’s another story entirely…)
“You sent for me, sir?” asks Chizuru’s voice timidly, and Hijikata turns to find her peeking around the open door. Good; this shouldn’t take long.
“Yes,” replies Hijikata, turning around to face her as she enters his office, closing the door respectfully behind her. “Yamazaki tells me you ran into Kazama while you were running errands in town. He gave me a report, but I wanted to…” Make sure you’re all right surfaces in his mind, but he says instead, “Hear it from you.”
A tiny frown creases Chizuru’s brow, but it’s gone again so quickly Hijikata might have imagined it. Having spent this much time around him as his page, she’s learning to disguise her emotions, for better or for worse. “Nothing happened, really,” she assures him, but there is a slight hesitation in her voice that makes Hijikata think something definitely happened. “He just ran into us, made his usual remarks, and went on his way.”
“His usual remarks?” asks Hijikata.
Chizuru frowns more overtly this time, thinking back. “Calling the shogunate dogs, and things like that,” she says. “Yamazaki was going to challenge him, but I didn’t want him to get hurt, so I asked why Kazama was there, to distract him. He said… he was going out for sake.”
Hello! can you write kazama and chizuru's first kiss?
Note: I can’t tell whether you sent me two asks or whether two different people have requested this scene, but either way, here it is! Given that I don’t ship KazaChi, I should probably stop writing well enough that people keep asking for it… but I guess I can’t help it?
It wasn’t their first kiss, but it may as well have been, because it was the first time Chizuru kissed him.
Their real first kiss had come amid a tempest of grief and despair, such that she could hardly focus on the gesture. It seemed more like a sigh, anyway, long and light and lingering—melancholy, yet somehow hopeful, too. Proof, as Kazama told her, that they were no longer strangers… whatever that meant.
Half a year later, their second kiss was insistent to the point of oppression, burning hotter than her blush. Chizuru was no match for Kazama and his skill at manipulation, especially since he stooped low enough to take advantage of her easily flustered nature. His selfish desire cut too far into her inhibitions for her to put up a struggle.
But just because she’d frozen in the moment didn’t mean Chizuru was ready to roll over and let him have his way. Several days passed before she let him so much as touch her after that; Kazama may have been her only constant in a world of variables, but by no means did that give him the right to embarrass her in public like that.
Thankfully, he got the message and backed off… even though he refused to stop referring to her as his wife.
Note: Well, this ended up a hell of a lot longer than I thought it would, but I’m pleased with the way it turned out. I hope you are too!
“Come.”
Taking another deep breath, Chizuru leveled her blade at Kazama and charged forward with a feeble battle cry. Kazama stood still, the barest hint of a smile playing about his lips… and then, at the last moment, stepped aside and smacked her back with the flat of his blade. Again.
At least, that was what Chizuru assumed had happened: it was still too fast for her to see. All she knew for sure was that she had suddenly ended up on the floor once more. Grimacing as her skin stung and her spine ached sharply, she pushed her hair uselessly out of her eyes and bent forward in a bow.
“Please, Kazama-san… no more,” managed Chizuru, exhausted and frail and trembling head to toe from almost an hour of what Kazama referred to as ‘training’. The next time she ended up on the ground, she might not be able to get up again.
“You were the one who asked me to teach you to use your demon powers,” pointed out Kazama, and even though Chizuru couldn’t see his expression, his tone was maddeningly smug. “Now, get up and come at me. Our enemies won’t go easy on you, and neither will I.”
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