Hm. I wonder if anyone will recignize this fandom. Yey for Hiroyuki Asada!
He envies these things called "people".
His arm does not make him human. His sword does not make him human. Does neither his body, nor his mind.
It's his heart that does it, inch by slow, excruciating inch.
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He's not sure of the reason for Saikichi's obsession with him, but then again, he doesn't remember much from those battles. Dark black spots cloud his history - he doesn't dare delve into them.
But when he sometimes catches Saikichi looking at him, he cannot recognize the emotion.
Rage, he knows. Desire, even. Fear, arrogance, the naive cheer of a child.
He doesn't understand what makes a human, but when he pulls those ridiculous goggles off and kisses him, he feels something bloom in his chest like a flower.
And when they touch each other's bodies - of course he's heard of it done before, understood it in theory but never in practice - everything falls apart and he's in awe.
"This is a person," he gasps, metallic arm painfully unfeeling. His body arches up, desiring, and his partner in this wind-and-flower-petal dance swears roughly under his breath.
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He sits silently, contemplating Saikichi's snoring form on a bed of forest ground covered messily by his cloak. He explores the twinges in his chest as one would an open wound: carefully, carefully. Saikichi must have some sense after all - he wakes up after a few minutes and returns the stare, eyes traveling up and down his body approvingly.
"What is this?" he asks, and only gets a shrug in response.
"Sex," comes again after a moment of fumbling for a cigarette. "Whatever you want it to be."
"What ever I want it to be?" he muses out loud. Saikichi looks nervous and he smiles. "This... is good. We should keep doing this."
He must not understand something, because Saikichi laughs and nearly starts a fire when his cigarette hits the fabric.
"Sounds good to me."
This glow, he thinks, must be a big part of being human. Even a doll can understand. Or, at least, a doll with a right arm.
Kind of drabbly, but I want crit anyways.