The Finger
"Nisei!" Seimei snapped at his Fighter who looked over spitefully. "Take that thing off of your finger!" Seimei always avoided looking at Nisei's face, his eyes were now aimed at the man's left middle finger.
Nisei scrunched his nose at his master, glaring. "It hurts!" he whined.
"Huh! Nisei! Are you listening? Take it off I said." He looked away to prove his finality.
Nisei sauntered over to Seimei's side and shoved his fingers in the man's face.
Seimei gagged and, covering his hand with his sleeve, pushed Nisei away. "Little pest." he said with a light voice. His smile took a cruel upwards turn.
"Hummph! Why should I remove it? That doesn't even make sense. Reason, Seimei give me reason." Nisei mocked.
Seimei stood abruptly. "Fool!" He slapped Nisei's hurt hand. "How long has that thing been injured? Hasn't it healed?"
'It won't heal if you keep slapping it.' Sometimes, Nisei thought, Seimei probably just enjoyed hearing his own voice.
"Really? You're always whining about it. It's disgusting, Nisei!" He spun. "You're disgusting. That thing smells!"
Nisei looked at him quizzically. "Smells?" he pronounced slowly.
"It smells. Ever since it broke it. Disgusting, disgusting." He walked away some.
Nisei smiled a little. Some emotion on his face in reaction to his master's weak showing of emotion.
"Can't you do something about it? It smells like it, it's foul." Seimei said. "Besides, is that really a place you should be covering, around me at least?"
"Do you think that will get rid of the 'smell'?" Nisei asked.
"I'm leaving."
"You want to see it? Does it remind you of your little pet if it's like this? What is it? The bandages around his name are like the bandages around mine?" Nisei wasn't mad, he was teasing. He may have been a little jealous.
"Good night, Nisei."
Nisei began unwinding the bandages, revealing his bare finger. He glanced at what seemed like a tattoo on it, 'Beloved.' "Does it smell better now, master?"
"Nisei. Don't think you can speak that way to me." He was getting angry again.
Nisei sighed, blowing air through his nose steadily. He stuck up a lone middle finger, displaying the word and vulgarity. 'Beloved, my ass.' He thought.
Somewhere a golden thread shimmered.
"I heard that." And Seimei walked away, always in the lead.
Seimei wins. Or loses. Yeah, he lost.
Chapter 98 based with a little 95 rudely thrown in there. I wonder if their connections really work like that? Really Nisei, though, when will you shut up about that finger? If Soubi could hear your whining he would start to regret breaking it!
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