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‘ do you need a hug? ’
“You could say that...” Keito murmured. How long had it been since anyone offered him any sort of comfort? It was surprising, to say the least, but welcomed regardless. Yukimura Chizuru was truly a kind soul hidden among the fierce Shinsengumi, and yet still retained such acceptance and gentleness in the face of all that animosity and secrecy. Her kindness was wasted on a drifter with only a claim on his name.
"Has the Hermit Crab come out of his shell yet?"
Keito turned around to see the girl he wished he’d never see standing in the deserted road. He had been on his way home from a long expedition to locate certain ingredients for a restaurant, and sleep was the only thing on his mind…until she showed up in his life yet again like the sure coming of the seasons.
“What are you doing here, Akumu?”
“I do not get into fights just for that. I only fight for the defense of others or myself. I hope you do not think that I just fight to be fighting. I take no joy in injuring or killing people, but I do what I have to.” Shinta frowned at his brother. Did he truly think him so prideful? He certainly felt as though he had a decent grasp of his own limits, but it seemed as if Keito was determined to convince him he was wrong.
“I will rest, of course, but I have a job I still have to do. The Shinsengumi will notice if I don’t make it to my patrols.”
Keito’s eyes focused on his brother, a seriousness in them he rarely possessed. “I understand your job is important, and I really want to believe you’ll rest, but I also know even the great Shinsengumi would take you out of commission for such an injury. If need be, I’ll go talk to them myself.”
He wrung out a wet cloth and placed it on his brother’s forehead. “I know I seem unreasonable, and I know this is getting in the way of your life, but I’ve been searching nonstop for you for so many years, teetering between hope and despair, praying to whoever would listen that you were still alive after all this time. You finally reappeared in my life, and you almost leave just as quickly again. I just...”
The only thing he could do was trail off as he tried to control his shakiness. Rarely was he so emotional, but on this night his greatest wish and greatest fear were both realized at once.
"The hardest thing to do is stand back up on battered legs, looking ahead through blinding tears."
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Keito stepped into the room after having gone to fetch a pitcher and rag for cleaning his brother’s wounds, sliding the door behind him. His eyes fell upon his brother attempting to sit up on his futon.
“No! Don’t get up!” Keito cried out, dashing to Shinta’s side and setting his supplies aside. Helping his brother lie back down, he began to unwrap and clean his injury–the wound taken in exchange for Keito’s life. He felt completely guilty for its existence and his brother’s suffering.
“Keito… you do not have to worry so much. I am full aware of my limits.” Even while saying this, Shinta held the wound tenderly at his side, half debating if he truly would make a recovery. Still… the last thing he wanted to was worry his brother more than needed. They had just been reunited and he didn’t want this to be the way that it going.
“Keito, I want to thank you as well. For helping me get here and taking care of me. I’m glad to see you’re still just as kind as you were back then.”
Surprised by the sudden compliment, he could not afford to let his guard down because of it. His brother needed tending, and Keito was determined not to be deterred.
“I see you are still as prideful as ever. If you truly knew your limits, you probably wouldn’t be getting into as many scrapes as you have scars.” Keito knew he was the least qualified to lecture his brother after all this time, but he was just so worried! Did Shinta do things like this often? If he knew his brother at all, the answer was yes. How often would he let himself get hurt, and to what extent would he let his wounds grow in severity before enough was enough?
Shinta was more than grateful for his brother’s assistance. “Thank you, Keito… I promise I’ll be alright.” He was in pain and bleeding, but he had full confidence in his own recovery. His brother helped him to the inn were they thankfully got a room and set themselves up. Shinta sat on the bedding and held his side tenderly, wondering if taking a bath to wash out the blood would be wise.
Keito stepped into the room after having gone to fetch a pitcher and rag for cleaning his brother’s wounds, sliding the door behind him. His eyes fell upon his brother attempting to sit up on his futon.
“No! Don’t get up!” Keito cried out, dashing to Shinta’s side and setting his supplies aside. Helping his brother lie back down, he began to unwrap and clean his injury--the wound taken in exchange for Keito’s life. He felt completely guilty for its existence and his brother’s suffering.
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“Maybe the inn… will have a room.” He gripped his side tighter as he talked. He could go to the Shinsengumi compound, sure, but he wanted to talk to his brother. There were many things he didn’t understand and he wanted answers. What happened to their mother? Why Keito wasn’t living in their own home? All these and more surrounded his thoughts, but he needed to get somewhere to rest first. He took his free hand and shakily reached for his katana to place it in it’s sheath.
“The inn it is,” Keito agreed. Once they could acquire a room, perhaps a doctor could be called. To be honest, he longed to speak further with his brother--oh, the stories he must have! So many adventures alongside the infamous “Wolves of Mibu” in their battles, seeing many sights and meeting so many people on the journey...Keito could only imagine.
But those stories could wait until they were in better circumstances.
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Keito stared at the girl, obviously getting caught in a rare foul mood. “You look different, but you’re still kind of an ass.”
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“Look, it’s just been bad for me for a while. Am I not allowed to get upset?” Keito was beginning to feel far more frustrated than when this conversation began.
Someone was grumpy. “Cheer up, Hermit Crab, could be worse. Could start rainin’.”
Keito simply glared at the girl. Although her words were true, he was simply too frustrated to care.
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